School Spirits

Previously on "School Spirits"...

- Maddie? - Simon?

- What the fuck? - How's your mom?

She's fine. She's sobering up.

Never thought she wouldn't come back.

Has anyone here ever been seen by a living person?

That doesn't happen, hon.

That is Maddie's blood on the wall.

My DNA is on a boiler room wall,

and my piece-of-shit boyfriend

might have had something to do with that.

I'm scared of them finding her body.

Were you not, like, the first person

to buy this frosted green color when it came out?

So you think that she helped your ex take you out?

- -

What are you doing here so late, Simon?

Am I in trouble?

That's exactly what I'm trying to avoid, Simon.

So where are you taking me?

Your car.

And listen, let's not mention this to anyone tomorrow, okay?

Mr. Anderson?

Can I ask what you were doing there so late?

Drive safe, Simon.

One deputy? That's all I get?

Morning to you too, Sandra.

Some toddler with a badge down at the station

said that you're calling off my search party.

- No, not calling it off. - Just cutting back.

We've had a string of break-ins lately.

I'm just a little short-staffed.

- That's all. - Uh-huh.

You sure it doesn't have anything to do

with that upcoming election of yours?

You can't save my daughter,

so you're gonna save your job instead.

I assure you, we're doing everything

in our power to try and find out

what happened to your daughter.

Soon as we know something, you'll be the first to know, promise.

Find her.

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Like you said, you haven't found anything yet.

And you know that means "anything on me."

So I'm going back to school.

What about Xavier?

You were convinced he was, like,

John Wayne Gacy Jr. yesterday.

And to be honest, you kind of had me convinced too.

I know. I know.

So what happened to that theory?

Last night happened, Maddie.

I mean, what was Mr. Anderson really doing there?

Maybe he was working late.

Seriously?

Look, I'm not saying Xavier's not involved somehow.

Maybe they're even working together, for all I know.

But you gotta admit, that was sketchy, Anderson showing up.

Yeah, it was shitty timing, for sure.

But, Simon, it's Mr. Anderson.

I mean, this is the guy who doesn't care if we swear

so long as it's in the name of literature.

You know, the guy who painfully overacts

all the witches in "Macbeth"

when he has us read it aloud in class.

I do love his Cockney accent.

That's what I'm saying.

He's one of the good ones.

Look, he's not just a teacher to me, okay?

You know, we're close.

He even gave me his number once.

Not like that.

No, I'm just telling you this because he's my friend.

- I think you mean "was." - Whatever.

You have to listen to me on this one, okay?

It's not him. I'm telling you.

It can't be.

Can you at least just do your ghost stalker thing

and watch him today?

Who? Xavier or Mr. Anderson?

Mr. Anderson.

You know what? Fine. Watch them both if you want!

Sorry.

Solicitors, right?

What?

I have received more phone calls since your death

than I have in my entire life.

- I'm doing my best. - And I appreciate it.

Hey.

At least this is another place we get service, right?

How'd you find this one, anyway?

Same as the others.

I just kind of have to linger and wait

until you either see me or don't.

What?

Bathrooms.

You're not gonna linger and wait there, right?

- Maddie! - Relax.

I left before I saw anything, obviously.

But you should really wash your hands more.

And now I'm hanging up. Bye!

Hey, Mr. G.

Hate to wake you up, but I think

freshman English is in here next.

Shit. Sorry.

It's okay.

Unless, of course, you want to reread "Animal Farm."

I am all full up on totalitarian allegories,

thank you.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just a rough night is all.

Oh, yeah?

Rough how?

Uh, I'm fine.

- It's fine. - Okay.

Well, listen, if you need another extension

on your essay, all you gotta do is ask.

Oh, no. I... no, I have it.

Uh, right... here.

"Is Orpheus bringing Eurydice back from the underworld

the ultimate romance or ultimately problematic?"

I'm intrigued.

Honestly, hats off to you.

I don't know how you continue to pull it off.

Just with everything you got going on is all.

Well, I try not to disappoint.

Speaking of, if you ever can't pull it off,

you know you can always come talk to me.

About...

Anything.

I just... I know how hard it was for me

to continually keep my lives separate.

I know how exhausting that can be.

Mr. Anderson, I'm not really sure

what you're talking about,

but you don't know anything about me.

Yeah, no. I mean, maybe I do.

Okay.

So you're a recovering alcoholic.

Why should I care?

No, not me.

That's my father's chip.

So why do you have it?

As a reminder, I guess.

That even though I'm not the one with the problem,

it's okay for me to take things one day at a time too.

Here.

That's my number.

If you ever need somebody to talk to, day or night,

you call that, okay?

I gotta get to class.

Shit, look.

Oh, my God, look who's here.

Wasn't he locked up or something?

- Devil boy's back. - Why is he here?

God, I bet he's wearing his stupid hair like that

to hide his horns.

How can he show his face?

I can't believe he came back to school.

You don't think it's weird?

- What, Xavier being back? - No, screw Xavier.

I'm talking about Mr. Anderson giving Maddie his number.

Wait, Mr. Anderson?

I thought you were just talking about it being weird

if a teacher gives their student

their number, like, hypothetically.

I was, and now I just took it to unhypothetical territory.

Well, how do you know this?

There were some kids talking about Maddie.

- Wait, what kids? - Online.

- But... when was this... - Nicole, doesn't matter.

I'm just asking you, is it... is that suspicious?

I don't know.

Maybe he gives his number out to a lot of students.