Rising Son: The Legend of Skateboarder Christian Hosoi

Previously on Ghost Wars...

I need your help.

You were given a gift for a reason, Roman.

Now's your chance to use it.

You want me to forgive you, right?

Isabel's drawing pictures of Trevor.

What's that got to do with me?

Because you obviously told them about him.

Marcus? He misses you, too.

Trevor no doubt washed off my boat,

During the storm. It was the storm.

This town needs you, kid!

They don't need me!

This is just great.

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Why do you have every light on?

Do we need these on?

Yes, we do.

Ok. What's going on?

I woke up this morning and came down to make breakfast

and he was sitting right there.

Who?

Trevor.

Ok.

But you know it wasn't Trevor.

Yeah, of course.

'Cause they can make you see what they want you to see.

Mmmhmm.

Um...

What is that?

It's a taser.

Well, yes, I can see it's a taser.

Norm gave it to me.

People are saying that electricity keeps them away.

Ok, listen to me.

I know the last few weeks have been hard.

But you can't keep trying to do everything yourself.

You're gonna give yourself a nervous breakdown.

And if you keep insisting that you wanna do house calls,

you need to protect yourself

because you can't deny that something's happening here.

I don't deny it,

I- I can diagnose it though,

and that's, uh, mass hysteria.

Electricity is not the solution.

It's a placebo.

Ok, so take the placebo.

For me?

Ok.

: Hello?

Thank you.

Uh, come on in, Syd.

Oh good, you've heard about the electricity thing.

So, uh, I have patients waiting.

I'm gonna go.

There's not much in the fridge but just make what you can

and maybe have an inside day today?

Definitely.

Ok, thanks. Bye.

Ok girls, we're leaving!

We should be back around 4:00.

Ok. Bye!

Bye!

You know I'm vegan but I would kill

for 15 minutes of internet.

What are you lovelies doing?

"Optimists Die First".

Ugh, sounds great.

It is.

Is that Marcus Moon?

Yeah.

He died and became a ghost.

He also told us not to tell anyone.

It's just Syd.

Yeah. It's just Syd.

Sheriff Sam?

Yep.

And that's Mrs. Foon.

Wow, Isabel, you're really good at details.

Who are you drawing now?

You.

Awe.

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Let's take a look. Oooh, yeah.

Oh.

Ok.

Ok.

Dottie?

Why did you not come and see me sooner about this?

But I like it, dear, if you come to me.

Now, listen.

At your age this can get really infected

and you can lose your arm.

I'm 83.

I don't need two arms, dear.

How's everything else?

Are you sleeping?

Are you eating?

I sleep when I'm tired and I eat when I'm hungry.

You have to eat.

I'm making sure I'm eating

but I don't have to do anything that I don't want to.

Ok, ok.

I'm gonna give you something to make sure

this doesn't get infected, ok?

Ok.

I want you to take one of these three times a day.

Ok.

You're so good to me.

Has anything else happened lately?

Anything strange? Out of the ordinary?

I had a bowel movement yesterday.

I don't get it.

Billy, what do you mean there's no way to leave?

I mean there's no way to leave.

Did you try the inlet?

Of course, and my boat came all the way back.

I mean, for days I've been in, like,

the fetal position, thumb in my mouth.

Lights on at night time.

Then I would try sailing under the bridge.

Same thing, no exit.

Every route, Val, I tried.

I came all the way back to the docks.

So maybe your compass is busted.

I swapped them out twice.

What about waiting until-

Nightfall?

Yeah.

Navigate by star?

Did it, tried it, didn't work.

What if you tried triangulating your position?

We're stuck. Right here.

We are, Val.

There's no way out.

You got here.

If there's a way in, there's gotta be a way out.

Tell that to a Sarlac.

A what?

Don't worry about it.

What'd I miss?

My brother is dead.

Your brother's dead? Rodney's dead?

I know, Nell, and I'm very sorry.

: I don't need your fucking sympathy.

: What happened?

Doug Rennie killed him.

And I wanna know what are you gonna do about it?

Exactly the same thing I was gonna do

when we arrested your brother

for the murder of Maggie Rennie.

I wasn't gone that long.

We're gonna keep him locked up pending trial.

He's dead?

Where he's living like a king?

Waited on hand and foot?

Nell...

I can tell you truthfully, I've been in that jail,

he will not be waited on like a king.

I demand a trial.

Rodney deserves justice.

Right, and when we get contact

with the mainland, you'll get it.

Not fucking good enough!

Ok, ok.

Alright, I get it, you're all upset.

You should be.

No offense, but Rodney to me was like a clean-up on aisle seven.

I know he was your brother and he was your...

Step-uncle-in-law.

Yeah, well, I know you're upset

but I'm gonna tell you something right now, pal.

Anybody that looks at my sister the wrong way,

kinda like you're doing right now...

Get him out of here before I get mad.

You can't do this.

We got rights.

So does Doug Rennie.

: Come on. Rodney deserves justice.

Spread the word.

Port Moore's police force has a new sheriff.

What, Norm?

He can't even enforce a dress code.

Me?

Do I get a badge?

Talk about it.

Ok.

Get it, Mr. Bo-Jangles.

Get it.

Now bring it back.

Dumb ferret.

He's smarter than you.

Cold.

Mr. B, what's your problem?

Marcus?

Kitty?

Kitty?

Kitty?

Oh my god!