Dollhouse

I have a message for you from inside the Dollhouse.

Who? Who sent you?

My name is November.

Mellie. Your name is Mellie.

They've been using this body to spy on you for months.

Don't do this.

The Dollhouse knows you know, they will kill you.

Tell me who.

You warned the NSA, Sierra was coming

so that they could plant this file

for her to find.

Get what you can out of him

about the NSA and have Topher prep him for the Attic.

Do it.

Jack!

I'm taking him around the park. He needs to stretch his legs.

All right. I'll see you later.

We won't be long. Be good.

Hey, am I ever?

Come on. Ha. Come on.

So, someone said there was gonna be tennis...?

Is that what I said? Because I was pretty sure

I said Long Island iced tea.

Wait, wait, there's tea in this?

We're not playing tennis?

Because I got this damn hypercarbon racket,

or whatever the hell this thing is.

Hey, uh, Jack...

Where's Margaret?

Addy.

Adelle?

What's wrong?

You look terrible.

Margaret, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.

You're dead.

Boyd.

Hey.

How's the promotion treating you?

You must be thrilled. I mean,

you were no fun as Echo's handler

and now you get to be twice as no fun

as head of security. - Yeah, well.

So far, not a lot to do.

Miss DeWitt's keeping the Dollhouse idle

for the most part, after Dominic...

After Dominic.

Yeah.

Most of the Actives are on rest.

Echo's out, though?

Uh, yep.

What is she, uh...

Having trouble letting go, Papa Bear?

Aw.

We put a dead lady in her.

That's what I heard, but I didn't believe it.

A dead client?

I guess she's special friends with Adelle, or something.

I mean, not special friends.

Although, late night, too much wine...

So we can give you life after death.

Only if we really like you.

Hey, uh, Boyd...

I need an Active.

What?

Why?

I'm doing my annual anterior

insular cortex diagnostic,

and though it may sound simple,

it's actually a very complicated super-specific imprint

and I need head of security

to sign off on a subject.

Is there risk?

Not if I know what I'm doing.

Um...

Sierra's been idle the longest.

Look at you with the big decisions,

big boss-man.

Life after death.

Where does that end?

Same place it begins.

Death.

This is so... stunning.

Really.

Last thing I remember is coming here a month ago

for that dreadful process of yours.

Well, if we'd spoken in the meantime,

I'd have been able to tell you

about the last three weeks of your life, but...

Well,

this way I don't have to remember dying.

Undoubtedly a plus.

God, it's all a plus.

I mean, more life!

Can you imagine?

And this body...

Nice work, Addy.

I'm pointing to the sky.

Shame it's only a loaner.

That was always the deal.

I swear I've never felt this good.

Did being young

feel this good?

I seem to recall it was rather nice.

I wonder why we gave it up.

Please.

You're, what, ten years younger than me?

And, oddly, 15 years older.

Just remember,

it's temporary.

Just a chance to indulge my curiosity.

See my own funeral.

Who wouldn't want that?

To hear what the world really thought of us?

To count up the number who love us?

Addy?

Are you all right?

Well, let's see.

My friend just died.

Come on.

We've got a funeral to go to.

Then maybe you can help me wrap this up.

Wrap this up? Your life?

Well, I thought maybe I'd solve my murder.

massive heart attack.

I was perfectly healthy and ridiculously wealthy.

And wealth can be a dangerous thing to have.

You suspected this might happen.

When I was three,

my nanny put ground glass in my nap time snack.

She wasn't going to let me eat it.

She was going to be the hero who caught it just in time.

I snuck a cookie and spent two weeks in the hospital.

Forgive me if I'm the suspicious type.

You had the scans so you could come back

and solve your own murder?

I like a puzzle.

Are you certain you're ready for this?

Of course.

Come on, let's go in.

I used to say I'd be late for my own funeral,

but I didn't mean it.

Not a bad turnout.

I'd like to hear more weeping, of course.

You know, you don't have to do that for my benefit.

Be all chipper.

Oh, come on, my dear.

I'm doing exactly what you would.

Stiff back, stiff lip.

You know that's how you'd play it.

Margaret.

Not Margaret.

I'm Julia now.

You've really thought this through.

I started mentioning Julia now and then

to my family before we started the scans.

I wrote myself into my own will,

instructed the family to expect me...

While you spy on the servants

and the family friends and the business associates.

A spy?

No, no, Addy. I'm a ghost.

Welcome.

We are here to remember a very special woman.

Margaret Bashford wasn't the first of that name.

She was a formidable woman. Let me introduce you to the family.

Shh.

I want to hear how great you were.

Over there...

Nicolas and Jocelyn.

My God.

Your children.

Watching them go through this.

One buries one's parents.

Unpleasant, but natural.

Do let's focus.

...like her namesake, strong...

Oh, my brother William came.

I haven't seen him in a dog's age.

Seems somewhat the worse

for being stupefyingly drunk.

So, no change there.

And lined up along the walls, the loyal household staff.

The grooms from the stables.

Well, who are all the others?

Oh, you know.

All my closest friends.

I should probably remember their names.

Every one of them a suspect.

Ooh, someone's tardy.

Oh...

Jack.

You never met my husband, did you?

He is young.

Mmm.

When I met him, I stopped becoming such a regular customer

at the Dollhouse.

I can see why.

I was a lucky woman.

Until recently.

Almost there.