"Baby, you keep doing that..." "And what?" "I'll get my way?" "What the hell, lady?" "Are you all right?" "Help me..." "Please." "Geez, lady." "What the hell?" "Why didn't you call 911?" "How the hell do I know where he is?" "His flight from Atlanta got in over an hour ago." "Maybe he took a later flight." "Not according to the airline." "With the night he's had, he's probably badged his way into an airport lounge and is holding a bartender hostage." "Well, he needs to shake it off, and you need to find him and bring both your asses back here A.S.A.P." "This one's... pretty gruesome." "How gruesome?" "Well, let me put it to you this way." "You ever heard me use that word before?" "I'll try his cell again." "You scared the crap out of me." "Uh, looking for this?" "What the hell are you so happy about?" "Callie said no." "I didn't say she said no." "What I said was she said she had to think about it." "Oh, yeah." "I had a girlfriend in college who said she had to think about it." "That girlfriend wasn't Marisol." "I just caught her off-guard." "No, she'll come around." "Trust me." "I know my girl." "The victim's name is Chelsea Baker." "Her purse was in her car outside." "The address on her driver's license has her living in Aventura." "Daniel's checking into the next of kin." "E... everything all right?" "Yeah!" "Great." "Liver temp puts time of death at approximately 11:00 P.M." "And it's safe to assume that the axe in her back is what killed her?" "Barring any surprises." "What do you think?" "Home invasion?" "Except it wasn't her home, and the kitchen's the only room that's been turned upside-down." "You know of anyone that keeps valuables in the kitchen?" "I swear, one second, she was right there next to us, and the next, she was just gone, vanished into thin air." " Daniel?" " Yeah?" "Everything okay?" "You know where we are, don't you?" "Yeah... my crime scene." "This is the infamous Cooley plantation." "Infamous good or infamous bad?" "In 1861, the owner, Dan Cooley, was murdered... killed by an axe to the back." "Huh." "Hey." "Uh, I'm detective Longworth." "Can you describe this, uh, vanishing woman?" "She was slender with long, wavy jet-black hair and pale skin." "Okay." "That's her." "That's the woman who brought us here." "That's Martha Cooley, and she's been dead for over 150 years." "Huh." "Well, it looks like we have our first suspect." "The Glades 4x01" " Yankee Dan Original air date May 27, 2013" " Hey, you." "Where have you been?" " Hey." "I've been looking all over for you." "I tried to steal like 20 minutes in the doctors' lounge." "I got zero sleep last night." "I bet you didn't." "Oh." "Oh, no." "I mean, I didn't say no, but I also didn't say yes." "I wish it was as simple as just saying yes, you know?" "But the long-distance thing wasn't working for Jim." "He was very honest about that, and it wasn't working for me, either, and it's not like I just have one more year until I finish school." "I mean, God knows where I'm going to end up after I graduate." "I could have to move to New York or L.A. or Boston, which would be great, except for what does that do for me and Jim?" "And you have to be in the same place in order to make it work." "I'm not crazy to think that, right?" "And I don't want one of those engagements in which it just goes on and on forever and no one sets an actual date, and it just dies." "I'm sorry." "No." "Hey, believe me, I get it." "It didn't work for Jason and me." "It's a big decision, Callie." "I honestly can't think of a bigger one." "Trying to decide between career and the man you love?" "Yeah, and I feel like by committing to one," "I'll have to give up on the other." "The victim, Chelsea Baker, recently became the owner of the Cooley plantation." "Her grandmother lived there until she passed away two months ago." "Chelsea had power of attorney over her estate." "Oh." "Good way to avoid estate taxes." "Not to mention taxes on capital gains." "The plantation's been in the family for over 200 years." "Chelsea was Dan and Martha Cooley's great-great-granddaughter." "I talked to my friend at the Hall of Records." "He pulled up Yankee Dan's death certificate." "And this has what to do with my murder today?" "Probably nothing, but I couldn't help myself." "It turns out, there was an eyewitness to Yankee Dan's murder." "His neighbor and fellow plantation owner Gavin Brown reported that Yankee Dan was killed by one of his slaves, and cause of death was listed as excessive blood loss due to a severed spinal cord." "Sounds like an axe to the back to me." "It does make me wonder why Martha's the one haunting the house, when it was her husband who was murdered." "Well, that's easy." "She died of a broken heart." " I don't think a broken heart's an actual cause of death." " Yeah." "Have yours broken a few times and get back to me with that." "What?" "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." "She didn't say no, Daniel." "She just... you know, she's thinking." "She's..." "Can we just get back to what we were talking about?" "Um, so, does Chelsea have any relatives above ground, like a husband, maybe?" "Yes, Ryan Baker." "He's a local magazine publisher, publishes beach drive magazine." "He's already been notified of his wife's death." "Notified as in he didn't notice his wife was missing all night, or perhaps, for some reason, he wasn't eager to bring it to our attention?" "I didn't notice because I went to bed early." "As you can see, I've been a little bit busy." "You didn't think it was strange, your wife not coming home?" "Chelsea's been spending a lot of her time packing everything up at the house." "Both of her parents are gone, so we've been handling everything ourselves." "She didn't like to drive alligator alley at night, so it wasn't unusual for her to stay there if it got too late." "Oh." "That's got to work out well for you." "Excuse me?" "Well, you knew she was out there alone." "You knew that she'd stay if it got too late." "Why bother concocting an alibi, huh?" "I didn't kill my wife, detective." "Oh, really?" "Well, then, why am I here?" "Can you please not touch that?" "That's a Schneider Le Verre signed vase." "It's very expensive." "Oh." "Whoa!" "So, what... all these are, uh, pricy antiques?" "Mostly." "Chelsea and I have been selling everything in her grandmother's house on eBay." "Which became your wife's house after her grandmother died, which is now your house now that your wife's dead." "I just lost the love of my life, detective, okay?" "Do you really think I care about some damn house?" "Plantation, actually... about 100 acres of prime Florida farmland, and by the looks of it," "Chelsea wasn't that keen on the place, either..." "I mean, off-loading her family heirlooms, selling off her family's storied history?" "Chelsea was a pragmatist." "She didn't go in for sentiment." "Or maybe she did and stood in the way of you making money off their heirlooms, to say nothing of that homestead." "Now that your wife's dead, you can just bulldoze that thing." "I mean, that's got to be tough, right... selling a 200-year-old haunted house?" "You've got it wrong." "Chelsea had no use for her family's slave-owner history." "She was embarrassed by it." "As far as the house being haunted, it wasn't true." "I've been in that house over 100 times, and I've never heard or seen anything even remotely unusual." "Huh." "Carlos, what do you got for me?" "Broken blood vessels in her eyes and ligature marks around her neck, both of which are consistent with a manual choke hold." "So, she was strangled?" "The injury to her spine occurred after she was strangled." "Whoever killed her definitely wanted to make sure she was dead." "The victim had completely bled out, hence my wondering about this..." "Chelsea's right hand." "For some reason, I found trace blood on her right index finger and nowhere else on her arm or hand." "Are you sure it's her blood?" "It matches her blood type." "I'll have to run some DNA to confirm." "Oh, sounds like we missed something." "Come on." "Still got time to get out there before dark." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Get out where?" "Back to our crime scene." "Back to the Cooley house?" " Yeah." " No." "Wha... what do you mean, "no"?" "I mean no." " I can't." " Why not?" "Uh, Marisol and I have dinner plans with, uh, my in-laws." "You hate your in-laws." "Now, all of a sudden, you can't get out of it," " not even for work?" " No, that's not true." "I love spending time with Marisol's family." "They're... wonderful people." "Oh, okay." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm just, uh, calling Marisol to see if you're lying." "Aah!" "Come on." "Let's go." "It's an old house... faulty wiring." "That drawer." "What about it?" "It's the only one that's closed, and it's right near where Chelsea was lying." "Hmm." "Oh." "Got something." "Looks like blood." "It's, uh..." "Like, the start of writing of some kind..." "like, a letter?" "Like, maybe a "J" or a "T"?" "As in, the victim dipped their finger in their own blood and tried to tell us something, like who killed them?" "Too bad she didn't finish before she died so we could get the hell out of here." "Did you just feel that?" "Whatever it was, it seems to be gone." "Jim?" "Jim." "Yo, Jim!" "What are you doing?" "Come on." "Stop messing around." "Geez!" "I think he likes you." "See?" "Always an explanation." "Are you okay?" "Is this..." "Yankee Dan, yeah." "Don't shoot!" "Please don't shoot!" "Lucky for you, I can't." "Get out of there." "So, I guess I'm just gonna have to settle for taking you into custody." "Hands, please." "Is he all right?" "He'll live." "Ed Ross... adviser to the spirit world and renowned paranormal psychologist." "I'm sure you must have heard of me." "You have "renowned" on your business card, if that's what you mean." "Uh, so, you want to tell me about this stuff?" "This "stuff," as you call it, are all the tools of my trade... paranormal-data recording equipment, mostly." "As in recording images and voices from beyond the grave?" "Active spirits, detective... restless souls whose stories have yet to be told." "My profession is not a joke." "I hold a PHD from the University of Edinburgh." "Yeah, that's still a joke." "I have made significant strides in the last few years amassing proof of its existence." "As in the Cooley place?" "Which I'm sure, after you tweak and enhance all your paranormal-data recordings, is just crawling with bogeymen... as in your cash cow." "The Cooley home has no bogeymen, detective, just one very active soul... the wife of the man who was murdered there," "Martha Cooley... the strongest paranormal presence I've felt in all my years of research." "No sense of Chelsea Baker, who was murdered there last night?" "I have no knowledge of any such restless soul." "Perhaps she's moved on and is at peace." "Or perhaps your recording equipment picked up something you didn't want anyone to see, as in you stripping Chelsea of her restless soul, so you snuck back into my crime scene to steal it all back before we could find it." "That's ridiculous." "I had no reason to kill Chelsea, and my equipment was installed with the family's full consent and has been there for months." "I literally have hours of footage that I've never seen myself." "Chelsea gave you permission to hide cameras all over her grandmother's house?" " Not Chelsea, her sister." "She's the one who hired me." " Her sister?" "Their grandmother had seen Martha on various occasions, and she wanted to prove her Nana was not suffering from dementia." "Because if she could prove Martha existed, then she could challenge Chelsea's power of attorney." "Huh." "What'd you say her sister's name was?" "I didn't, but it's Jackie." "Jackie with a "J"?" "I can think of no other way to spell it." "You're welcome." "Ed Ross?" "Renowned paranormal psychologist, or so his card says." "I just confiscated his equipment from the Cooley home." "I need you to go through it." "Hey, does that look like a "J" to you?" "Yeah, it could be, which, in doing a background check on our victim, might stand for..." "Jackie-with-a-"J" Cooley, Chelsea's sister." "Now, what did you come up with?" "Well, for one thing," "Jackie wasn't even mentioned in their grandmother's will." "Chelsea got the entire estate." "So it's probably not a coincidence that Jackie recently filed for paperwork with the state to acquire heritage landmark status for the plantation." "Which would trump Chelsea's power of attorney and stop the house from ever going on the market." "Hell hath no fury like a sister burned out of millions." "I was home alone the night my sister was murdered." "I went to bed around 9:00." "I had to get up at 4:30 to feed the chickens, and, no..." "I live alone, so there isn't anybody who can corroborate that." "Okay, well, uh, maybe you can tell me if there was anyone other than you that had a reason to hate your sister." "I didn't hate my sister." "Why on earth would you say that?" "Well, you filed for heritage landmark status." "You blocked the sale of a house that she worked so hard to steal from you through power of attorney, is why on earth I would say that." "So, I'm guessing that Chelsea used your grandmother's ghost sightings to prove that she was unfit to take care of herself, manipulated the courts so she could control the estate, then made a grab for the house and everything in it," "so you hired "renowned" ghost hunter Ed Ross to make your case?" "Just to prove to Chelsea that my Nana wasn't insane." "Right, and prove that there was paranormal activity in the house, so that you could contest your sister's power of attorney." "So, Chelsea found out, you two fought, one thing led to another, and she ends up dead with an axe in her back." "Okay, look." "I loved my sister, but she was a really unhappy person." "She was one of those people that no matter what she had, it just wasn't enough." "As opposed to you, who's willing to let her have it all while you continue to get up at 4:30 every morning" " to feed the chickens?" " Yes." "I love my life, and I love this farm." "It's everything to me." "Yet you filed for heritage landmark status." "Because I thought that Chelsea was being impulsive in selling our family's plantation." "I mean, our ancestors are buried on that land." "I was just trying to buy enough time to convince her to embrace our past, but Chelsea was ashamed that our family used to own slaves." "But you aren't?" "I'm not proud of it, but I'd be a hypocrite to deny where we came from." "You know, my Nana always said that the past was far more complicated than we could ever possibly know." "She believed that Martha's spirit is in that house, and so do I, and I'm not going to sell it until I figure it out." "There's something that she can't let go of." "Ed set up cameras in rooms he believed had the most activity." "This is from the night of the murder." "I can't imagine we're lucky enough to see who she's talking to?" "Sorry." "Just one angle set up in each room." "This static goes on for almost six minutes." "Then, the creepy part." "That is creepy." "What was that light?" "Best I can figure, headlights from the couple who found the body." "At least, it times out with the time code and when the couple said Martha led them to the body." "So, our renowned ghost hunter Ed Ross tampered with the footage?" "I checked, and it's not a digital edit." "I'm thinking something more in the moment, like electromagnetic interference." "Caused by..." "Interference..." "Electromagnetically?" "Like, from an angry spirit?" "Here." "Here we go." "That's the couple who found her... which, I guess, makes that..." "Martha." "Hello?" "Martha?" "Can you hear me?" "I know you were here the night of the murder, Martha." "Makes you my only eyewitness." "If there's something you want to show me..." "Give me a sign?" "Now we're getting somewhere." "Is this it, Martha?" "Is this what you wanted me to see?" "Whoa!" "Well, I'm gonna take that as a yes." "Hey, I was just about to call you." "I found an EVP recording from a few days ago you need to hear." "EVP?" "Electronic voice phenomenon." "Usually, it's some kind of undecipherable noise that's supposed to be a ghost, but in this case," "Ed Ross picked up a more earthly conversation." "Can you blame me, huh, you heartless, money-grubbing bitch?" "Just shut up!" "I'm gonna go with Ryan Baker, and I'm guessing he's arguing with Chelsea." "Shut up, Chelsea!" "I hate you." "I swear to God, I hate you." "I wish you were dead!" "So much for "for better or worse."" "Sounds like Ryan was ready to skip right to the "till death do us part" part." "I'd really love to know what they were arguing about." "I can try and dig it out." "It should take about a day." "Also, I scanned the partial letter we found at the bottom of the drawer." "It could be the start of the letter "R."" "As in Ryan." "Uh, send this to my dropbox." "Oh, and have Manus send a unit to pick him up." "You got it." "Get that thing out of here." "Shut up, Chelsea!" "I hate you." "I swear to God, I hate you." "I wish you were dead!" "Look, I know how that sounds." "Yeah, like you wish your wife was dead." "All married couples fight, detective." "They don't end up in murder." "No, but some of them do, especially the ones that fight about number two on the all-time list of biggest marital fights... money." "And since Chelsea was bleeding you of yours, my money's on money." "No." "No, that's ridiculous." "I would never kill my wife over money!" "Really?" "Even the way Chelsea was going through it... having your accounts frozen, forcing you to sell off titles from your publishing company?" "Come on, Ryan." "You were just days away from bankruptcy." "Yeah." "Yeah, and we were trying to figure it out." "We were selling off the family antiques, getting the house ready to put on the market." "Except her sister filed for heritage landmark status, which would have prevented a sale." "It's true Jackie was upset about being cut out of the will, but I guess I was hoping that, given enough time," "I could convince Jackie to retract her landmark status filing." "Well, I'm not exactly sure how you were planning on doing that, and even if you did," "Ed Ross had the proof that Jackie needed to vacate your wife's power of attorney, meaning that you had to move fast, as in killing your wife so the property would become yours alone." "So, unless you can give me an alibi that I might buy for the night that your wife was murdered, this is the part where you tell me you need to speak to a lawyer." " I'd like to speak..." " Yeah, I got it." "Yeah, I mean, I'm cool with Caldwell High." "I read online... it says they have one of the best soccer coaching staffs in the entire state of Georgia, so..." "Really?" "You don't mind just picking up and leaving your friends?" "Mom, it's not that big a deal." "Okay." "I'm just, um, surprised, is all." "Why?" "What's up?" "With me?" "Nothing." "Why?" "I mean, I'm sorry it took me so long to sort through all those packets from the schools in Atlanta." "Schools in Atlanta?" " Jeff, where are you?" " Jim's work." "He's gonna hang out during practice and drive me home." "Yeah." "That's really nice of him." "Yeah." "Uh, you know what?" "You can tell him yourself." "Wait, Jeff, n..." "I'll be in the car." "Yeah." "Hey." "Hey." "How's it going?" "Good." "How are you?" "I'm, uh..." "I'm good." "You know, the... the thing about Atlanta schools..." "I gave him a packet like..." "two months ago." "Oh." "Oh, okay." "I mean, just as possibilities, you know..." "Months ago." "Of course, he would... pick today to start talking about it." "Right." "Um..." "What... so you and he haven't, uh..." "I didn't want to say anything to him before you and I, you know, talked again." "Right." "Well, uh, I mean, I should probably... take Jeff to practice." "Yeah." "Okay." "Well, I love you." "Bye." "Okay." "Uh, love you." "Bye." "Yeah." "Carlos, what's going on?" "What's up with you?" "You sound like you've seen a ghost." "Ha ha, funny." " What do you got?" " The lab results came back on the blood from Chelsea's finger." "It's a match for her blood." "Also, the powdery substance that we found on her clothing... it's a combination of brick dust and mold spores." "Well, she was packing up an old, moldy house, so that's no help." "We already know she was there." "This may help." "I went through the Bakers' online account like you asked me to." "Chelsea was tracking early 19th-century pocket watches, but she wasn't selling any herself." "Well, how much are they worth?" "Eh, some antique pocket watches can go for as much as $100,000." "And you said there was brick mold they found on her clothing?" "Yeah, silica-based brick, common at the time because of its resistance to moisture, but the Bakers were broke." "Why would they be looking to buy such an expensive watch?" "She wasn't looking to buy a watch." "She was looking to sell, which means I think I know what Chelsea was doing right before she was murdered." "Thank you." "I still don't know why you needed a medical examiner." "Everybody in this crypt has been dead for a long time, amigo." "Hmm." "It's definitely the same substance we saw on the front of Chelsea's clothes, which puts her here, but why?" "Well, Chelsea was having a virtual fire sale of all of her family's heirlooms." "Once she found out how much her great-great-grandfather's antique pocket watch was worth, she was down here in a flash to yank it off Yankee Dan." "That's grave robbing." " Yankee Dan." " Yeah?" "Yeah." "This tomb has been partially disturbed." "Come on." "Let's open it up." "Open it up?" "Oh, come on." "Relax, Daniel." " It's already been partially disturbed." " But..." "We're just disturbing it the rest of the way." "Doesn't that make us ghouls after the fact?" "There." "Watch is missing." "And it was definitely there until recently." "Look." "You can make out the imprint where it's been sitting for over a century." "Okay, so, Chelsea came down here to steal her great-great-grandfather's watch." "Someone caught her, killed her, and then stole it for themselves, which means whoever has Yankee Dan's watch killed Chelsea Baker." "Nope." "Nope." "Yello." "You're welcome." "All right." "A warrant?" "Or you could save everyone the trouble and give me your great-great-grandfather's pocket watch, and I can just arrest you for murder." "I'm sorry." "What are you talking about?" "Chelsea went into your family crypt to steal Yankee Dan's pocket watch, which you'd want back, considering how interested you are in your family's history." "Yeah, my sister did a lot of messed-up things, but she would never do something that low." "And yet she did, and you caught her." "You probably realized that Chelsea was never gonna give a damn about the Cooley legacy." "I mean, grave robbing..." "that's the last straw, right?" "So, you choked her in a fit of crazed rage, and you stuck an axe in her back as a statement in honor of your family's heritage." "I would never do anything that monstrous, and... and over a watch I didn't even know we had?" "I mean, she took everything else..." "And your brilliant theory is that I killed her over a watch?" "Okay." "Hold that vaguely insulting denial." "Yeah." "Daniel?" "I scanned Ryan Baker's online transactions one more time." "About three weeks ago, he sold two rare Tiffany lamps for 25 grand apiece to a buyer in Maine." "50 grand for two lamps?" "Usually, Ryan's sales go right into his PayPal account, but this time, he instructed the yer to send the money to a different account, which I traced to Ed Ross, but since it was Jackie who hired him," "I can't figure out what the money was for." "Well, if I was to make a guess, it would be to get rid of the woman that was putting Ryan Baker in the poorhouse." "Sounds like we need to send some deputies to scare up our ghost hunter." "Okay." "Well, for the moment," "I kind of, sort of half-believe you, but I'm still leaving my search team." " Hey." " Hey." " Is this a bad time?" " No." "No, I'm just, uh, looking over my financial documents, trying to decide whether to..." "To sign them or not?" "Yeah." "Which makes this either the worst or best possible time for me to do this." "Callie..." "There's something I've wanted to say to you for the past few days, but with everything on your mind," "I..." "I just couldn't." "Okay." "I don't want you to leave Atlanta." "Miranda." "You're the first good friend I've made in a long time." "I know." "I feel the same way about you." "Seriously, do you know how hard it is to meet someone like you in our business... someone who knows what they're doing and someone who you can completely count on?" "Callie, you're a rock star." "You're the reason the hospital hums the way it does, and I know there isn't anything management wouldn't do to keep you here." "But what's even rarer in our business is when that person turns out to be a friend who I hope to have in my life for a really long time." "Oh, God." "So, what's the going rate of clearing out a 200-year-old house of some pesky ghosts?" "How do you afford all that equipment?" "I mean, do... do you write books?" "Teach?" "A little murder-for-hire on the side?" "As in that 50 grand that Ryan Baker paid into your PayPal account?" "Ryan didn't hire me to kill his wife." "He wanted me to debunk the presence of Martha's spirit, but that was before I discovered she was real." "I..." "I was going to give the money back." "Just not anytime soon." "Otherwise, there goes your "take the money and run" money." "I would never abandon Martha." "The connection was too strong." "Our connection was too strong." "Martha was troubled and needed my help." "Oh." "Oh." "Oh, okay." "Then, uh... then I guess she must have told you, too." "Told me what?" "You expect me to believe she connected with you?" "Well, we didn't friend each other on Facebook or anything, but she has been leading me around the plantation, which is how I know about her late husband Yankee Dan's pocket watch... you know, the one she wants me to find," "the one that might shed some light on the past and ease that restless soul you keep talking about?" "You're lying about Martha." "She never told you about any watch." "Well, certainly, she told you, too, right?" "Oh." "Oh, wait." "That's right." "I forgot." "You're a fraud." "Martha never contacted you." "You just wish she could so you could really cash in." "Really?" "You got to hear this." "It took a while, but our audio guys were finally able to dig out the other voice in the recording." "You think I'm stupid?" "!" "I know what's going on!" "You're sleeping with her, aren't you?" "You're screwing my sister, Jackie!" "Well, can you blame me, huh, you heartless, money-grubbing bitch?" "Just shut up!" "Yeah?" "What are you gonna do about it, huh?" "What are you gonna do, you coward?" "Just shut up, Chelsea." "I hate you." "I swear to God, I hate you." "I wish you were dead!" "That's pretty much the end of it." "Just dead air from that point on." " So to speak." " So, wait." "The husband was having an affair with the victim's sister?" "After all this, it was really just a crime of passion." "Hey, never underestimate the power of love, Carlos." "Love makes people do crazy things... even dead people." "Look..." "I didn't kill my wife, detective." "Obviously, things were deteriorating between me and Chelsea, but... it just seemed like... the worse things got, the more she needed to make herself happy." "Like spending you into bankruptcy." "So, you turned to the only person that knew what a handful your wife was... her sister." "Now, if you could only get your wife out of the picture, all of that could be yours." "No." "No." "No." "I... it wasn't like that." "Jackie was a mistake." "She and I both knew that, and believe it or not, after that blowup," "Chelsea and I had a long conversation." "We agreed to sell the house, to start over and work on our marriage." "As nuts as my wife could be... the fact is..." "I still loved her." "Oh." "You need a band-aid?" "Do you need a hand?" "What hand did Chelsea write with?" "She was left-handed." "Why?" "Daniel, need you to check something for me." "Martha?" "Martha." "Is this it?" "Is this what's been troubling you all these years?" "Martha?" "Martha?" "Martha?" "Martha, Martha, Martha?" "I had a feeling this was about love." "Wait." "I can explain." "Without lying this time?" "I found this on the property." "I was going to turn it over to the police, but I just..." "I wanted..." "Martha to tell you why her husband's watch was that important." "Exactly." "You get it, detective." "Well, I get that you were so desperate to connect with Martha that you'd do practically anything..." "Including murder." "Murder?" "Yeah." "I..." "I could never kill anyone." "I revere life." "Just not as much as you revere the dead, as in that night that you found Chelsea grave-robbing her great-great-grandfather's tomb?" "She told you she was selling the entire Cooley legacy and planning to bulldoze Martha's home, because, let's face it..." "haunted or not, no one was gonna buy this drafty, old house." "I told her what destroying this house would do to Martha." "It would damn her to a life of eternal earthbound hell, but she didn't care." "She just wanted the money." "So, you strangled her in a fit of rage, and then you gilded that lily by burying an axe in her back, therefore keeping the Cooley lore alive and keeping your paranormal cash cow mooing." "No, it was never about the money." "I was trying to ease Martha's pain!" "By killing her great-great-granddaughter." "Yeah." "Good luck with that." "Martha was so angry that her electromagnetic field futzed the recording, but she wanted you caught, so she went and did the next-best thing." "She went and got help." "And when you realized that the police would never believe that a ghost committed the murder, well, then, you did the next-best thing... you tried to blame the living..." "Ryan would be my guess, since you heard all their fights... using Chelsea's right index finger to write his name in blood, then abandoning that effort when you heard a car pull up to the house." "Only Chelsea's left-handed, Ed, and you're right-handed... something only her family would know." "Thank you." "Okay." "Okay, but tell me something." "If you think this ghost business is nonsense, then how come you believe in Martha?" "Who says I do?" "Huh." ""God bless you, Yankee Dan." "Moses."" "Moses was Harriet Tubman's... code name during the war..." "Which would mean that the Cooley plantation must have been part of the underground rail road?" "A slave would never kill a man that was in the business of freeing slaves, but Yankee Dan's next-door neighbor, Colonel Brown, would." "I mean, they were his property, and your great-great-grandfather was stealing them and helping them escape North, where he met Harriet Tubman and, I'm guessing, he got his nickname." "I always knew that there was a missing piece to our family's history." "And now I know." "You know, it was like Martha was just trying to tell us all the truth." "Which, unfortunately, she took to her grave, or risk the same fate as her husband." "Thank you, Detective, for getting to the bottom of my family's past." "I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you." "Well, you could use this watch to finally get the recognition your family deserves." "Well, Martha?" "Did I get it right?" "Rest in peace, Martha." "Now you and your husband can be together forever." "Hello?" "Is anyone here?" "Hey." "What are you doing here?" "I, uh..." "I hadn't heard from you." "I..." "Are you okay?" "Callie." "I just..." "I just want you to know that this is the hardest decision" "I've ever had to make in my entire life..." " Cal..." " And I have worked so hard to get where I am..." "I know." "I know you have." "Through Ray being in prison, though the divorce, raising Jeff on my own, and I'm..." "I'm doing it." "I'm doing what I love, and I want to continue to do what I love for the rest of my life, and I know that if I walk away now, I..." "I can't... but I also know that if you really love someone and he really loves you, that together, you can just..." "you can make it work." "So..." "Yes." "Yes?" "Yes, Jim Longworth," "I would love to come home and be your wife." "I know it's hard" "I can see in your eyes but don't you walk away from me 'cause I'm gonna be there for you for you, for you, for you, for you..."