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Let's go, Sam! We don't have all day!

Okay, you -literally have eternity. -Oh, that's right.

Thank you for reminding me of my endless purgatory.

Morning, Sam.

Oh. Hey! Who's this cute little guy?

This is my son David. Uh, hope it's okay.

My wife's out of town for a few days.

Ugh. Why are the good ones always married?

And alive?

Hurtful.

Well, we're very happy to have you, David.

Welcome to the team.

Should I put him on my crew?

Think he's too young to hold a hammer?

Are you mad? Children under seven

aren't suitable for hard labor.

Pirate!

Pirate?

I was a delegate of the Second Continental Congress.

-Pirate! -Damn my ruffled colonial garb.

Uh, there's nothing there, buddy,

but I love your imagination.

And he's off.

Hang on, that kid can see you?

Yeah, it's rare. But, occasionally,

young children can see ghosts.

Sometimes, when child has imaginary friend,

is actual ghost.

Other times, kid just crazy.

Once, a sweet little girl saw my arrow

and called me a monster.

-Oh. -But it's okay.

What am I gonna do?

Cry myself to sleep?

For weeks?

-Got him. -Oh, great.

Well, we'll be back soon.

We're just gonna take a quick walk.

-We? -Yes.

As in the royal we.

Here we go,

and we are going outside.

How many of those steps did we get today, Sam?

Only 3,000.

Not pointing any fingers, but Hetty was really dragging.

Well, excuse me for dying in heels.

Plus, I did not sleep. You know I suffer from nerves.

At least when I was alive, I could take laudanum.

What's laudanum?

It's a simple mixture of alcohol and morphine.

You should try it, Samantha.

Oh, sure, I'll pick some up next time I'm at the alchemist.

Well, I didn't always require such elixirs.

When I was a little girl,

an angel-voiced servant would sing me to sleep.

Some footman or butler.

His name was Gordon.

I was there, as ghost.

I think you're right. It may have been Gordon.

I don't know. We paid them

so we didn't have to remember their names.

Hey!

There's a strange jalopy in the driveway.

Who's that?

Land ship!

All right.

We know, baby.

We know.

Hey, Sam.

This is Todd Pearlman,

and he's, uh... he's some kind of historian.

Historian?

Well, I think we know where this is going.

Welcome, Todd. What brings you to our house?

Uh, have you ever heard of Alberta Haynes?

-What? -Step aside, Isaac.

The name rings a bell.

Alberta Haynes was a singer,

a wonderful singer.

Tell us something we don't know.

Believe it or not,

she died right here in this house.

Someone died in this house?

I'm shocked.

I'm actually writing a book

on Alberta's life and career.

What? A book about me?

Did you hear that, Isaac?

Well, come on in and sit down.

Oh, sorry for the mess.

We're in the middle of turning the house

into a bed-and-breakfast.

Sam, stay on topic. Me.

So, uh, you study singers?

Jazz musicians, yes.

But Alberta is my specialty.

I'm actually the head curator of the Alberta Haynes Museum

in Altoona, Pennsylvania.

Wow, there's a whole museum -about you, Alberta. -Oh!

Died. I just died again.

-Who's the nerd? -He is historian who's not here to study Isaac.

Thank you, Thor!

Her life story is an inspiration.

I mean, born in Tulsa to Jamaican parents...

Mm, tell it.

As a young woman, she came to Harlem

during the Great Migration

with nothing but a dream in her heart

and a boatload of talent.

Can we record this? Whip out that damn iPhone, Sam.

Oh, she sounds like an incredible person.

Sam, ask him about my murder.

Oh, no, not this again.

How exactly did Alberta die?

Oh, her death is hotly debated amongst academics.

I mean, the official cause was a cardiac event,

but, between you and me,

I've always suspected foul play.

I told you all I was too important

to die of a heart attack.

Well, if you're excited about being murdered,

I am excited for you.

Who would want to kill her?

Mm, it's hard to say.

I mean, someone as...

beautiful and as talented

as Alberta... Oh.

would attract many rivals.

Genius. Mwah!

This man is a genius.

Oh, Sam, tell Todd

my old trunk's upstairs if he wants to look at it.

You know, I-I just remembered something.

Upstairs,

there's this trunk. It's full of stuff

that seems like it's from the '20s.

So maybe that could belong

to this Alberta person.

"This Alberta person"?

Girl, like we ain't besties.

Ooh, you so good.

Wow.

Sheet music, letters,

moonshine, a mink scarf.

That is

a handsome trunk.

Handsome and heavy.

I remember lugging that thing over

from the motel the night I performed.

You didn't -stay here? -Oh, no, wasn't allowed,

'cause, you know, racism.

Ah. -Well, if it helps, I don't see color.

Literally. It cost me several games of Risk.

This is a treasure trove.

I'm gonna need a good amount of time

to get through these materials.

Well, uh, uh, take all the time you need, Todd.

I don't want to impose, but...

would you consider allowing me to stay the night?

You said this place was a B&B, correct?

Well, yeah, but it's-it's not exactly open yet.

Well, I could be your first guest.

You know what, Todd, uh, the rooms, they're not really ready.

Uh, we haven't even started picking out

those tiny little soaps.

I don't need any of that fancy stuff.

I mean, this room is fine.

Wait, hold up. This is my room.

I can give you $500.

Welcome to the Woodstone Bed-and-Breakfast.

Time for afternoon walk!

Oh, hadn't you heard? Afternoon walk's been canceled.

-Why? -Well,

apparently, this bearded historian fellow

is spending the night.

Samantha and Alberta are busy tending to him.

Okay, so we go together. Just the two of us.

You and me? Alone?

-Yes! -Yes, but th...

that wouldn't be the walking crew, now would it?

Give us a chance to catch up. We never talk.

Right. We never do. That is a true thing you're saying.

I am free, you are free.

We both love walking.

Also true statements.

So really no reason not to proceed.

Yes, I-I'm having trouble thinking of one.

Will be fun.

-Okay! -Yes!

Let's go!

-Together! -Oh, God.

Friendship!

We have a stranger in our house,

and-and I think it feels weird.

Jay, that's sort of what running a B&B is.

I mean, I understand it, theoretically.

But now that-that it's happening,

it just... it feels weird.

Well, I think it's gonna be fun.

It's a dry run.