Ghosted

No, no.

Found the end of the line on those shell corporations.

One of them has a P.O. box.

Those look like stakeout PB and Js.

- Is that the right box? - Yeah, that's our guy.

Drone!

*GHOSTED* Season 01 Episode 12

*GHOSTED* Episode Title: "The Premonition"

Mm-hmm.

The wire passed through here.

I can sense it.

I'm also getting a very strong sense of grain.

Grain, grain. That's great. Hey, Celeste, do...

Hey, when your psychic friend is done here,

do you think she could help me find the thermostat?

I've been cold since, like, October.

I know it seems silly,

but we used Celeste a few times back at the LAPD.

She once found a five-year-old girl hiding

in a storage closet in a condominium sales office.

Her only clue was a dirty mitten.

- How do you explain that? - She hid the girl? I don't know.

Are you still at it, Elvira?

Don't give him my bank account numbers, okay?

And, uh, if you can talk to people in hell,

would you say hi to my dad?

You know, I'm thinking about bringing in a guy tomorrow

who makes balloon animals.

Yeah, maybe he can help you find your dignity.

I'm getting something. I'm-I'm getting...

They're telling me, "Isabelle."

It's a book with a character Isabelle.

No.

Author?

- Mm. It's not clear. - Sometimes it's clear?

What about that missing child thing that you've done?

Can you just pretend that the guys that bugged our office

are missing children? Maybe that would work.

Is there anything, anything else you're sensing?

Well, I kept smelling green.

See, that's interesting

because green is a color, not an odor.

I should go.

Uh, let me see you out.

Celeste, let us know if you have any luck finding Truman's cat.

You know, if you sense any ghost kitties

haunting mice in the West Wing.

Um, I don't suppose you could sign this?

It would be my pleasure.

Oh.

Hey, what were you talking about, Truman's cat?

What, you don't know about the cat?

You people don't know about the cat?

- It's a great story. - Let it go, Merv.

It's bad for morale.

No, no. I think they deserve to know

how their agency was created.

So, President Harry Truman,

he had an American Shorthair named Lamar.

Okay, one night in 1947, Lamar disappeared from his bed.

So, Truman thought the cat was invisible.

Oh, good God, you're butchering the story.

- What? - Okay, so Truman wanted the FBI

to investigate the case of the invisible cat.

They didn't want to. They formed the Bureau Underground.

70 years later, still no cat.

And here we are, working for Merv.

Well, thank you, Ava. That was inspired storytelling.

You should do The Moth.

- Thank you. - Celeste just told me

that the cat's in the dumbwaiter

in the West Wing of the White House.

Ooh, it's not too late to say a few words.

For many, Lamar was seen as an introvert...

- I'll call the White House. - Wait, you're actually calling

- the White House? - Yes, I am.

She also said something else...

but I don't know if I should say.

Ah, don't be that person who says, "Oh, I know this thing,"

and then don't say the thing. Nobody likes that person.

Yeah, tell us what the freaky lady said.

- Come on, come on. - Come on, tell us, tell us.

Okay! Okay.

She said...

that tonight one of us is gonna die on the way home.

- Really? - Right.

Sounds like the kind of thing you should've kept to yourself.

Guys, we should totally trust her.

She smells colors.

- I hope she dies. - I hope it's me.

Yeah, it's silly.

I'm-I'm sorry that I even said anything.

She is just a lame, cash-grabbing psychic.

So let's just pretend that I never said anything.

Yeah, in the dumbwaiter shaft, yeah.

Looking for a cat skeleton.

I'll keep holding.

- Is this yours? - No.

It says here, "To Annie,

may the spirit guide you. Celeste."

- Okay, fine. I enjoy her. - Hmm.

- I find her entertaining. - So you don't believe or...?

No. Not really. I mean...

Maybe a little.

- Mm-hmm. - And you?

There isn't a teensy, tiny part of you

that thinks maybe she's right?

Well, Annie, there is a chapter here called,

"Science versus What I Know Is True," so...

You know, she told me something about you.

No, no, no, see, I know what you're doing here.

You're trying to get me interested

in Celeste's bullcrap,

like someone's gonna die on the way home

or dead cats in the White House.

- It was pretty juicy. - I don't care. I really don't.

You know what? I want you to never tell me what she said.

That's how much I don't care. I don't care.

Guys, they found a cat skeleton

in the dumbwaiter in the West Wing.

They also found a collar next to it with the name

- "Lama" on it. - Lama?

Yes, but there was a space after the last "A"

where the "R" could have been.

- Lamar. - That's right.

That's right.

Oh, come on, you guys. Really?

The fact that Celeste found a cat skeleton

does not mean one of us is going to die tonight.

I bet half her business is finding cat skeletons.

And I bet half of that half

is probably dead cats in dumbwaiters.

I mean, dumbwaiters are cat flatteners, you guys.

She is not a wizard. Leroy, am I right?

Right. She's not a wizard.

I'm with Max.

She is no wizard. But might she be a witch?

I'm supposed to go to my daughter's birthday party tonight.

Yeah, okay, and you still can, Davey.

You can go.

So, I've been thinking, and, should I pass in the night,

I think it's important you know

that I tried to sleep with your boyfriend.

Now, in my defense, you were new here.

Hey, that was some talk with Celeste, huh?

- You okay? - Yeah.

She say anything else?

- That's all I remember. - Think!

She's usually way more specific, you know.

Leroy, the only thing that she said was one of you

was gonna die tonight on the way home.

- She didn't say who? How? - No.

- No. No. - When?

- No. - Say what kind of car it was?

- No. - Were they driving?

- No. - Were their hands, like, ten and two?

- No. No. - Nine and three?

- No. - Four and eight? 12 and six?

Leroy, I've told you everything that I know.

Don't put any stock into this.

So I have pulled books either written by an Isabelle

or with the name Isabelle in the title.

Using "grain" and "green,"

I have determined that we are looking for

- a crop field... - You do realize

this is a wild goose chase,

and we have no idea if any of this is meaningful?

Yes, I know, Max, but if I'm not kept busy,

then my mind begins to wander

to the time when Larry told me he was moving in with Jocelyn.

We were at this Italian restaurant,

and he just put some cash

down on the table and walked out.

And then both of our meals arrive,

and I start mixing things up together,

like some kind of food family,

trying to, you know, make a family out of that food,

and... then I couldn't, I just couldn't stop eating.

I just kept eating and eating, and then,

outside, I threw up on the shoes

of the guy who invented the sideways moving car.

Now...

Okay, so you... keep working on that.

Sounds like you're, uh... you're really onto something.

Right, Leroy?

- Leroy? - Hmm?

- The, uh... - Oh. I'm sorry, I was just

thinking about how I've never made my own pizza dough.

- What? - Not once.

Why'd I even buy the stone?

Everyone.

Really? You're not going home?

What about your daughter's birthday party?

Eh...

I'll send my twin brother.

She likes him better anyway. She calls him "Daddy good mood."

Are any of you going home?

Yeah.

Barry?

Yes, yes, I'm-I'm gonna g-go home,