♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzes]

♪ ♪

- Miles, it's Pepper.

Can--can we talk?

Niko wants to replace you, but I told him to wait.

I can't quit the play, but...

I'm afraid to go on stage.

The phantom's out there, waiting for me.

I don't know what to do.

Call me. Please.

♪ ♪

- Mac!

Talk to me, man.

[knocking] - Hello?

- Go away!

We're closed.

Permanently!

- Mac says to stop being a baby

and open the f-word door--

his language, not mine.

- Mac.

- Your brother's very concerned about you.

- Is he here? Is he with you?

Mac, what happened?

- How should I know? Talk to Sarah.

- Tell me...

when did your gifts start failing you?

- Right around the time we solved the Scrooge case.

- Did anything significant happen during that case?

- Same old, same old. Except--

- Well, except for the one thing.

- What happened?

both: I died.

- Oh.

Sometimes when we suffer a trauma,

a sensitive person's energies can get clogged up.

- Well, I'm not traumatized.

I mean, Mac's fine, we're still together, taking cases.

He's right here. Right, man?

- He's not fine, neither of you are!

The fact is, Mac is dead.

And instead of grieving what is still a very real loss,

you're both in denial.

- Nuh-uh. - Am not.

- Myles...

you blame yourself for Mac's death.

Your guilt and your shame are closing off your abilities,

and Mac, you feel cut off from the world, aimless,

questioning why you're still here.

- So we're messed up.

How do we fix it? What do we do?

- For you, I'm afraid it might already be too late.

Once that window's closed--

- No, I've--I've got to see my brother again.

- Perhaps what you both need is to move on.

- That's not happening.

Tell him. - He can hear you.

- I'm not abandoning you, man.

We're gonna stop Charity

and we're gonna get through this.

- Maybe you should tell him.

- Mm.

Myles.

Charity has cursed this town for a century.

If her presence is what drew you both to Saturn,

stopping her could allow Mac

to fulfill his purpose.

Either way, things will never be the same.

- Saturn needs us.

Pepper needs us.

- I think he'd like you to consider it.

- Even if I wanted to, how?

I can't stop her by myself.

[dark music]

What?

What's he saying?

- He--he's asking about plan B.

♪ ♪

- I'll get the shovels.

[lightly edgy music]

♪ ♪

[thudding] [sighs]

- When you said plan B involved grave robbing,

you neglected to mention it was her entire grave.

- It's more like grave borrowing.

'Cause we're gonna put it back.

Just--plan B is messy.

And doing it at the cemetery would attract

too much attention.

- Normally, we just help a ghost achieve what it wants,

but, in this case, we don't know what she wants.

- Didn't you say Charity spoke of a vessel?

- Yeah, when she, uh, attacked Pepper.

Uh, "the vessel must die."

- Maybe that's what she wants.

The vessel could be Pepper.

- We're not killing Pepper.

- No, what I'm saying is,

if Charity's death cursed the whole town,

why is her spirit suddenly so focused on

"All About Eve"-ing some random actress?

- Charity was denied the chance

to play the role of Mary in life.

Perhaps she's taking it out on Pepper in death?

- Guys, I only hear half of the conversation.

- Oh, sorry, dear, never mind.

Won't this anger Charity's spirit?

- Big time.

Yeah, forcing a spirit to move on

is, uh... unpleasant business.

That is why we do it in the middle of the night

when the theater is empty.

[door creaking open]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Miss, um...

phantom, ma'am?

- For a spirit, plan B is...

well, it's like dying all over again.

You know, they feel pain, they feel terror.

They lash out.

- I was hoping I could

talk to you for a sec.

♪ ♪

[electricity crackling]

♪ ♪

- Hey, there, good looking. [clicks tongue]

Could you get me the holy water?

- Uh-huh.

- I know you hate that we're here,

performing on your stage.

[dramatic music]

- This is a vintage 2005 from Maine.

- [laughs]

- There's a whole thing with ghost pirates.

- On three?

♪ ♪

- But the theater and this play...

this is my dream.

♪ ♪

- One, two...

♪ ♪

Hey.

If you take the ride...

Say hi to Dad for me.

Three!

♪ ♪

- Give us a chance to live our dream,

just one night.

We'll do it in your honor.

♪ ♪

[both chanting in Latin]

- I'll I'm asking is...

just give us a chance.

♪ ♪

Ugh. Oh.

[both continue chanting in Latin]

- [inhales]

- [screeches]

- [groans]

- [gasping]

[eerie music]

- Oh!

Jeez.

Did it work?

- No. [scoffs]

No!

I don't understand. [chuckles]

Thought there was gonna be...

I shouldn't be here.

- Sarah? Is he gone?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Tell him it worked.

It's time for him to move on.

I mean, at least one of us can.

♪ ♪

- Mac has gone to the other side, dear.

♪ ♪

It was a great thing you did.

A hard thing.

♪ ♪

Find something that makes you happy.

Hmm?

♪ ♪

- Merry Christmas.

- Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

- About time, Mr. Barrymore.

Our Messiah was almost born a bastard.

- Hi. - You're here.

- I'm--I'm sorry I've been MIA.

But I want to let you know

that I cleared out that problem you were having.

With the pest.

And that it won't bother you again.

Ever.

- That's great. Thank you.

How did you do-- - [clears throat]

If you are, uh, done with whatever that was,

I'd like to rehearse.

- Yeah, me too.

- Yeah, sorry.

Yeah.

- Rehearsal's up, everyone!

- [sighs]

[light music]

- Here you go, cowboy.

Happy Jingles.

[giggles]

♪ ♪

Mac.

You should go.

- Hold on a minute, I just want to read this article.

- You've been trying to open that magazine

for three days now.

- Have I? - Hmm.

- Time gets funny on this side.

- It's Christmas Eve.

You should be with your brother.

- He won't even know I'm there.

- It's the thought that counts.

- I can't do this forever.

I've got to figure out a way to stop...

lingering.

- Go to the theater.

Enjoy the pageant.

♪ ♪

Heaven can wait.

- Should you have some of this?

'Cause you are with a child. - Yes--no, it's okay.

- No, it's okay?

Anyway, like I was saying,

it's kind of a messed-up story.

- What?

- Mary was, like, what, asleep?

And God's just like,

"Hey, girl.

"You up? 'Cause...

I put a baby in you."

- [laughs]

- And that's, like, totally illegal.

No? - [laughing] No!

No, I think she knew. You know, sometimes--

- I don't think that makes it better.

- Sometimes people are just destined for something, okay?

What?

- No, I say that to my brother all the time.

At least, I used to.

- Hey, is he gonna come to the play?

- He's, uh... he's still on vacation.

- Oh.

- Whoa.

Did it just kick?

- Oh!

[both gasp]

I think my water just broke.

- Yup, it did.

Everywhere.

Oh, congratulations. - Thanks.

- It's a pillow. - It's a pillow.

It looks just like you. - It does, look.

- [giggles]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- You what?

You have notes?

Well, then maybe you should direct!

I don't give a rat's ass if Urizel is under the weather.

It's tonight or never.

The show must go on.

- Douche.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What?

[groaning]

♪ ♪

- You're gonna love that book. It's a great read.

- Yeah?

- Merry Christmas.

All right.

[yelps]

Mac.

What--what happened?

- It isn't over.

- I sent for these records from the archive

when you first came to me about Charity.

I was about to send them back.

- There's got to be something that we missed.

[dark music]

- Oh, here we go.

"Saturn Trib," 1917.

"In what has become the trial of the decade

"for the small hamlet of Saturn,

"Manheim Moore raved on the witness stand