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(thunder crashing)
(detectors beeping)
(beeping continues)
You guys got anything in here?
- Man: Nothing. - No?
I don't understand.
There's nothing on the thermal imager, not even a blip.
Electromagnetic fields are within normal parameters too.
All right, let's keep going.
Yeah.
(detectors beeping)
- (clattering) - Aah!
Oh, that's a pan. Okay. You okay?
Sorry. Yep.
- Woman: No luck, guys? - Man #2: No.
Nothing.
This place is supposed to be swarming with spirits.
It's the Alcatraz tour all over again,
empty promises and nothing to show for it.
All right. Well, let's check one more room and then call it.
- Yeah. - (thunder crashing)
(detectors beeping)
Hold up. I think I'm getting something.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Let's check out in here.
Okay.
Whoa! Oh...
Brian, we don't have time to stop. What if we miss something?
I just need one second to calibrate.
Okay. (gasping)
Could that have been paranormal?
Wow. Look at this.
(thunder crashing)
Oh. Hey...
Oh! I'm sorry. (gasping)
(thunder crashing)
Jana Atwell,
from the moment we first met at PolterCon,
I knew you were the one.
I've spent my life seeking out lost souls, and in the process,
I found my soul mate.
Almost as if it was orchestrated from the beyond.
Exactly.
So, I figured there's no better place to do this
than an abandoned sanitarium for the criminally insane.
Brian...
So, in the presence of the many spirits
who refuse to show themselves today,
would you do me the honor of being my wife?
This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.
Yes, of course, I will marry you!
(thunder crashing)
So, today wasn't a total bust.
No, not at all. And maybe one day,
we'll find proof that ghosts really exist.
We've got the rest of our lives together to try.
*
(lighter clicking)
- Hi. - Hey.
Both: Mwah.
- Smudging day? - Yeah.
I got this sofa at an estate sale
and I just wanted to scatter any spirits
that may have attached themselves.
This thing...
Bri, did you take off the child lock?
Yeah.
Yeah...
Oh.
Anyway, I just--
I didn't want someone to buy it
and then end up sitting on old Aunt Peggy.
Mm. Well, you know me,
I still prefer the scientific approach,
ghostly phenomena that can be measured.
That's because you're an academic.
You just don't have it in you to trust your gut instincts.
Oh, really? Well, somehow, I'm still marrying you.
And I do believe, but science requires proof.
You ready to hit the road?
Yes, I just wanted to say goodbye before we left.
So, my car is packed solid with wedding stuff,
so you'll need to bring the equipment in your car.
Do not forget it.
Already packed and--
- Are you sure? - Oh.
Um, we need to get going. Our travel time
keeps ticking up on the GPS. We're at four hours.
- Hmm. - Told you guys to wait,
come with me on Wednesday.
Have you met your fiancé?
She's been planning this for six months.
Do you really think that she can show up four days before
and not be completely stressed out?
That is totally fair.
But the Inn's been taking care of most of the legwork,
so we can just...
I know, but it's my dream wedding,
and I don't want a single detail to be missed.
I know, and I want this wedding--
I want our wedding
to be everything you've ever dreamed of.
A wedding at a haunted manor!
Have I told you how crazy that is?
Repeatedly, but the Keystone is different.
It was featured in Spooky Haunts of America 5th edition
and it was rated...
Both: Three tombstones. Boom!
Okay, well, I'm sure that endorsement's
in all the bridal magazines.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, well,
I'll see you in two days. I love you.
I love you too.
Drive safe.
Bye! Bye, (unclear).
Jana: Shh.
Come on.
I'm terribly sorry about that, sir, but you really--
you don't have to leave.
No, I'm not staying in this bloody tomb one more minute!
- Sir! - Excuse me!
Sir!
Oh, wait, sir, you've dropped your stuff.
Guest: Oh, keep it!
Keep it?
Oh, I'm so sorry that you had to witness that.
I accidentally gave him... gluten.
Oh, that sounds bad.
Oh, Jana.
- Yes. - Oh!
It's so great to finally meet you not on a video chat.
I know, finally.
Marion, this is my maid of honor, Rachel.
Rachel, Marion.
- She owns the Keystone. - Rachel: Hi.
And thank you so much for all the hard work you've been doing.
Oh, it's been my absolute pleasure.
Now, let's, um, let's get you all checked in.
(thunder rumbling)
I don't think that was about gluten.
I know. This place is perfect.
I have had the best time planning this.
I so rarely get to do it.
Most couples choose one of the larger hotels
since we have limited...
uh, space.
Yeah, that's why.
This is perfect, Marion.
Brian and I only wanted
our nearest and dearest with us anyway.
Well, the caterer, who is fabulous, is very excited
for you to sample some of his culinary creations.
There's the menu.
Not a detail missed.
Well, I intend for you to have the wedding of your dreams.
(thunder crashing)
(wind gusting)
- (gasping) - Oh, uh...
Sorry about that.
I really have to make sure to double latch that door
when the wind kicks up.
There's nothing at all to be afraid of.
Yeah, nothing at all.
That's okay, Marion.
Nothing scares me. I teach high school.
Oh.
(chuckling) Excellent.
Well, um, I'll show you to your room.
Great.
Waylon!
Right this way, ladies.
(wind gusting)
- Did you feel that? - Yes.
I can't wait till Brian gets here with the equipment.
Oh, is that your room, Marion?
No, no. I, uh... I'm across the hall.
This room stays empty.
No... bathroom.
Hmm. That's where the ghost lives.
- Ooh... - Okay!
This will be your room.
Oh. Uh, do you maybe have something a little farther away?
Like, say, New Jersey?
Don't be a baby. This is perfect, Marion.
- Thank you. - Marion: Follow me.
Well, here we are.
I'll let you two get settled in.
It's going to be an exciting few days.
Hopefully not too exciting.
- Oh! - (both laughing)
(all laughing)
(both laughing)
(sighing contentedly)
(exhaling sharply)
Do you have to say everything you think?
It's kind of my thing.
(exhaling sharply)
- (wind gusting) - (gasping)
(thunder crashing)
Where are you going? I woke up and you weren't there.
Sorry. I couldn't sleep.
I was going downstairs for some tea,
trying to work on my vows.
Never thought I'd have to do that twice in my life.
I know, but this time, it's different.
Well, you were right about Alec.
He was pulling away and I ignored all the red flags.
Maybe, but there's no red flags here.
Brian's the real deal.
Yeah.
- (electricity buzzing) - Okay.
Yeah, I'm gonna come down with you.
This place gives me the creeps.
This could finally be it, right?
I know you think you saw your grandmother...
She was at the foot of my bed
and she spoke to me, and in the morning,
I told my parents that she was gone and I was right.
Well, it's weird, I'll give you that,
but, I mean, you were nine.
It's like I tell my students, we set a hypothesis
and we test until we know our answer,
and I don't know my answer yet.
(thunder crashing)
Oh. Yep, this is definitely the right place
for you to get married. It's very on-brand.
Okay, how about I make you that tea?
Yeah.
(exhaling sharply)
Married.
(thunder crashing)
(wind gusting)
Married.
- Morning. - Morning.
We're all set for the barbecue and bonfire on Friday.
Great.
And I have arranged for your guests
to enjoy our famous hayride. It's a real hit in our town.
Well, apparently, so is the Keystone.
To some, not all.
I imagine you've heard the lore.
I've done a bit of reading, but I was wondering
what you could tell me that the books don't say.
Well, it's never been a negative experience for me, per se.
She's more of a nuisance, really.
So, you've seen her? Angelique DeMornay?
No, no, but I can feel her when she's up to her mischief.
Like-- like the other night.
I suppose it was because that guest was British.
It's happened before.
Not a fan of those red coats, is she?
Well, those red coats killed the love of her life, so no.
The room upstairs, was it hers?
Yes.
We rented it in the early days, but...
it didn't go very well.
So, we just keep it unoccupied
and as close to the original condition as possible.
Nice courtesy.
Well, don't want to poke the bear.
Voice: Of all the things one could call a lady...
Did you say something, Marion?
No, I didn't say anything.
She can hear me.
*
- What are you doing?! - Why?!
Marion said that this room is off-limits to guests.
No, no. She said they keep it empty as a courtesy
to the young woman who lived and died here in the 1700s. So...
Well, you're not going in there.
It's not like we're going to walk in on her in the shower.
No, but you remember that tombstone rating?
I don't need to verify its accuracy.
I thought you weren't a believer.
Come on, there's no harm in a quick look.
Wow.
We come in peace.
You don't have to say that.
They know when our intentions are good.
Well, you say that, and then someone's head
starts spinning around and you know the rest.
Yeah, yeah.
Rachel: "Angelique DeMornay."
Very bougie.
She was only 26 when she passed. She died in her sleep.
Oh, poor girl.
Oh, wait!
"Revolutionary War hero, Lieutenant Malcolm Buchanan."
Look at him!
Wow, he looks just like Brian.
The spitting image, except for that weird little hat.
Rachel: Yeah.
(both gasping)
Okay, I'm scared now.
Let's just let sleeping ghosts lie.
(door opening)
"Thomas Paine."
This is awesome.
Brian: Oh, actually, you know,
I did think of something you can do.
Finally.
When we get there, can you check the wine delivery
and make sure it was all there? Thank you.
Yes, I would love to check the wine delivery.
Just remember that I expect the same when it's my turn.
Your turn for what?
To get hitched.
Why-- why are you laughing?
- It could happen. - Sure.
And when it does, you know, I'm-- I'm gonna be like you.
I'm gonna stay in my lane,
let my bride take care of all the details.
No, no, that's not what happened.
I had no one to take care of the shop, that's all.
It's not cold feet, right?
I mean, after what happened to her last time,
you need to be sure.
Who does that? Leaving your bride on her wedding day?
I mean...
Someone who didn't know how lucky he was.
Yeah, well, you two are perfect for each other.
Some couples share a love of Italian food.
You two love poltergeists.
Match made in paranormal heaven.
I guess we just fit, huh?
Speaking of fit, what do you think about me and Rachel?
Oh, wow.
Someone already forgot the vino incident
at the engagement party.
- No, no. A waiter bumped me. - Did he?
Yeah, it's not my fault
that she spilled red wine on her white pants.
Who wears white after Labor Day?
Anyway, listen, just remember you're supposed to be here
for me this weekend.
- I will be. - "Will be?"
- I-- I am. - "Am."
Okay. And I will stick to clear liquids, okay?
Everybody wins.
Oh.
- Welcome to the Keystone. - Hi, Marion.
Hey, it's so nice to meet you in person.
I'm Brian. This is my best man, Steve.
Thank you for everything you've done for us.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
You look like...
you've had a long journey.
- Welcome to the Keystone. - Yeah, you said that already.
- Oh, did I? - Hi!
You made it.
I cannot wait to show you something.
Hi, Rachel.
Steve.
It's nice to see you again.
I'm sure it is. Just so you know,
I won't be wearing any white to the wedding.
(chuckling)
Noted.
Why don't you have a look around
and I'll have Waylon take your bags to your rooms?
I'll just get the key.
Did you do something different with your hair?
It looks really nice. I...
Mm.
That's a nice jack-- jacket.
Marion: All right, right this way.
- Thank you. - Marion: Waylon!
You weren't kidding. It's uncanny.
Right?
Maybe he's like a distant relative.
No, no, can't be. My family's all from Chicago.
Right. So, he was killed
by British soldiers on his way here to marry Angelique.
And she died soon after, some say of a broken heart.
And her spirit's been stuck here ever since,
so let's see what we can find.
Yes!
- (detectors beeping) - Oh.
- Oh, yeah.
There's definitely changes
in the electromagnetic atmosphere.
There's some serious paranormal activity here.
I think we should bring out the big guns.
Both: The thermal radiation gauss detector!
- Yes, baby! - Let's go!
- Okay, okay. - (detector beeping)
Oh, this thing's going crazy.
Oh, there's definitely something here.
Paranormal you say, which would mean against
or contrary to... normal.
Angelique?
You-- you look just like that painting downstairs. Oh...
You can see me.
Oh, as I suspected. You are the very first.
Is this a joke?
This can't be real. This cannot be real.
I assure you, I am quite real.
Oh!
I beg your pardon.
(gasping)
It's true. It's all true.
I wasn't dreaming that night. My grandmother was there.
Babe, you got to check this thing out.
- Brian? - It is off the charts.
- Brian? Brian? - I honestly can't believe it.
Brian...
(gasping) Is that a ghost?
Yeah.
Malcolm.
What?
Malcolm. My darling,
my betrothed, you have returned.
Oh. (stammering)
That was...
No, no, this is Brian Fuller.
He's an antique dealer from Philly.
Hello.
He's donned strange breeches, it's true.
How odd, his eyes present with different colors.
But his face, it does not lie.
I know that they look sort of... identical, but it's not him.
And Brian and I are the betrothed ones.
We're actually getting married here on Sunday.
That is an impossibility.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Actually, we zoomed with the caterer and everything.
- No.
- (thunder crashing) - No.
It cannot be.
No one is to wed in my home, ever,
but me to my Malcolm!
- Be gone. - (thunder crashing)
(sobbing)
Okay, I think we should just give her a little quiet time.
What do you think?
- Yep! - Okay.
(sobbing)
(thunder rumbling)
(electricity buzzing)
(wind gusting)
She's seen him.
I mean, he does kind of look like me, huh?
Yes, right?
Well, actually, I guess he came first...
- Right. - ...so I look like--
- I look like him. - Yeah.
Stuck in this house for more than 200 years,
in her wedding dress, waiting for him.
- I mean, it's just so... - Fantastic.
What?
I mean, it's tragic. It's tragic.
- Tragic? - Yeah.
I mean, she must have unfinished business.
What the...
Cool.
Whoa.
I'm almost scared to go and see what my room looks like.
Gosh, Brian, this is so heart-breaking.
I mean, I know the pain of, you know,
your wedding not going as planned and...
Hey, hey. Come here. Listen.
That's not going to happen this time, okay?
Okay.
- Wait a minute. - What?
Wait. What if that's what's keeping her stuck here?
The separation from this Malcolm guy.
Yeah, that makes sense,
since soulmates tend to be bound to each other.
If they weren't able to complete that circle, then...
And she said we're the only ones
who've ever been able to see her.
Maybe it's so we can help her cross over.
It's a definite possibility.
But we have to work fast. Our guests get here in two days.
Oh. Mm. You know who we need to call?
- Ghostbusters. - No.
- Better. Earl Dewberry.
- Yes! - No.
- Yeah. - No.
- Yes! - No! He's a grifter, Brian!
His show was canceled for faking encounters.
Oh, only because ghosts don't appear on cue.
Look, I've seen him
tell people things he couldn't possibly know.
Okay, well, a broken clock is right twice a day, too.
- That's right. - Right.
- Yeah, okay. - That's a thing.
All right. But listen.
The cancellation messed with his head.
- Okay? So, he's a bit... - What?
- Like a bit off his game. - Oh, great.
But, he is the real deal.
Can I call him and see if he can come up here?
- (sighing) - Please?
Pretty please?
- Don't do that. - Pretty please?
- Don't be cute. Fine.
Oh, I love you. Okay, I'm gonna call.
Wait! Don't! Oh, you're dialing.
You're dialing. You are dialing.
Okay. Think for a moment
how insane this is: an 18th-century ghost
is threatening to ruin your wedding.
So, you're going to call in the guy that was exposed as a fraud
on 60 Minutes to help her cross over.
Right. Yeah. No, that sounds crazy.
But Brian swears he's seen him work miracles.
Oh, good, miracles.
Well, maybe he can turn water into wine.
That'd be a big hit this weekend.
Look, I don't like it either, but there's no convincing Brian.
He already called him.
But at least we finally have the proof we've been looking for.
You have no concrete evidence.
Yet. But we saw her. She is real.
And maybe, tomorrow, we'll make a believer out of you, too.
Well, maybe you should have gotten married at a Radisson,
like normal people.
(engine sputtering)
- (engine backfiring) - Aah!
(coughing)
Sorry, everyone. (coughing)
Okay...
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh!
(inhaling sharply) Yes. Yes, I can feel it.
It is strong.
That's the guy from 60 Minutes.
Yep, the fraud.
You can't believe everything you see on TV.
Brian, you picked a doozer for your wedding, didn't you?
Whatever.
It's showtime.
Oh!
For guidance.
For purity.
Ahh... for later.
Right. Palms up.
Eyes closed.
Jana.
Conjured spirits, come to me.
Show me what I need to see.
Oh, good, a poem, that's nice.
Shh.
Jana, I said eyes closed.
Oh. Okay. Yes.
Oh, how interesting.
I see.
Oh, wow.
What? What do you see?
Yes, what does he see?
Angelique, you're here.
Who? Oh, yes.
Yes, yes. She is here and--
and she's very...
unsettled. It's...
unsettling.
But, but,
I believe I can help her cross over.
(humming)
- (humming) - (Angelique laughing)
Does he think he is the first to try?
It still just us, no one else can see her.
- He can't see her. - I know.
Yes, yes, I feel movement.
Portals are opening! It's working!
And yet, I've not moved an inch.
He does not know my story at all.
What is your story, Angelique?
Yes, yes, Angelique, tell us your story.
Show me what I need to see.
Long ago, right here in this home...
Oh.
Well, the spirit has chosen its vessel.
Please, take it away, Jana.
Do I see an angel hovering over me?
You are dreaming, sir.
Well, if I am, let me never awaken.
I am Angelique, Captain DeMornay's daughter.
You were injured in battle and brought here.
Then, I shall consider that my good fortune.
That you lived.
That it's you who's tending to my wounds.
It's as if destiny played a hand.
You are not from here, yet you fight for the colonies.
"The world is my country, all mankind my brethren,
"and to do good is my religion."
You read Thomas Paine.
As do you.
It seems I am indeed in the company of an angel.
That's all I'm getting.
Yes, yes. Me too. Me, too.
She has crossed over.
What a buffoon.
Yeah, she-- she has not crossed over.
Well, these things take time, Jana.
Her love story never had an ending.
No wonder she's stuck.
They're stuck.
What? What do you mean?
It's Malcolm.
I can feel him. They're stuck.
Yes, I-- you know, I feel him, too.
That's right. He is-- he is stuck. You're right.
Is that the unfinished business?
Soulmates who need to be reunited here
in order to cross over.
It must be.
But where is he?
Well, it's probably where he drew his last breath.
Marion, do you happen to know
where Lieutenant Buchanan was killed?
You could try the Angstadt Historical Society.
Ken Myers over there
knows the history of this town inside and out.
- Great. - Yeah, thank you.
And they say I have lost my touch.
And if you could make sure the sound system works
in the ballroom for the reception.
We shouldn't be gone too long.
- Okay, absolutely. - Got it.
Thank you.
The fabulous Jean-Pierre is here for the food tasting.
- Jean-Pierre: Ta-da! - It's today.
Oh, we forgot about that.
Could you guys handle this, too?
- Him? - The food? Yeah, yeah.
Hello, hello, who's ready for an explosion of flavor?
Right over here, JP.
All right, there we go. Oh!
I-I am-- I am so sorry about that.
There will be no wedding.
Please stop.
No stopping until you've at least tried my quiche.
- Quiche. - I thought I made myself clear.
(all gasping)
Okay, this is getting ridiculous.
No, it's not you, I promise.
Well, I didn't get much sleep last night, but I mean, come on.
Is she in here, Jana?
- Yes. - Angelique, please.
Do not play games with me.
We're gonna find Malcolm.
We think he's stuck in the same realm as you.
Who are you talking to?
Both: Angelique.
You can find yourself another caterer.
Oh, no, no, no, no! Jean-Pierre! Jean-Pierre!
Angelique, please, we're gonna find Malcolm.
We're gonna figure out a way to get him to you.
Just give us more time.
I suggest you two hurry.
Okay, did everybody else just see that?
Uh-huh.
- Okay, yep. - Yeah.
- (blowing) - What?
I like quiche.
Rachel: No!
Brian, no! Don't touch that.
Cool.
Ahh. You must be the folks from the Keystone.
I pulled some artifacts that might interest you.
Angelique DeMornay and Malcolm Buchanan
are part of the local lore,
but Angelique doesn't like to show herself.
Yeah, well, seems like she's gotten over that.
Brian: Mm-hmm.
Their supposed anniversary would have been this week.
The story goes they plan to marry on October 13.
That's our wedding date.
Maybe adding some insult to injury in this scenario.
Unfortunately, those two were doomed from the start.
It will surely provoke the ire of your father,
seeing his daughter out in the field with the laborers.
Though, I suppose I don't mind this fine company.
I am merely here to see if you need help,
as you are not fully healed.
Of course. And I'm grateful to your father for the employment.
In all our time together, you never did say what brought you
from Scotland to our colonies.
I believe in the equality of man.
There's no difference between, say,
oh, I don't know,
a farm worker and a debutante.
How very progressive.
The promise of a new world,
where all man may be free to exist, to live,
to love as they please.
So, I made passage with my brother.
I became a patriot and he found himself a lady,
and he married a few towns over.
I come across so few honorable men in this war
and yet, here you are.
There are those who make us so.
I'm told you're to be married to a fine gentleman.
Much the opposite. When there are no eyes upon him,
he is quite the charlatan, in fact.
Performance is his art.
It's rare to meet a lady of such intelligence and sharp wit.
My fondness for you is quite immense,
if I may be so familiar.
My own fondness is equal to yours.
Angelique!
Your mother needs your help with the baking.
Until later, then.
I shall think of nothing else.
No, please!
No touching the artifacts, please.
They're quite precious. Were he not attacked
by the British, there's a good chance
that Malcolm might have died at the hands of Angelique's father.
They were planning to run away.
They were eloping.
Her father was set on her marrying Samuel Fremantle,
a gambler and a scoundrel with nothing but a good name.
Oh, Angelique was pretty savvy. I'm liking her more and more.
Well, you know, except for the whole
trying to ruin our wedding thing.
Both: Yeah.
Would you happen to know the exact location
Malcolm was slain?
I do. He was ambushed
and taken to the jail of the local British garrison.
He died there of his wounds before he could be executed.
What? That's fascinating.
Oh, well, if you find that fascinating,
we have a whole display in the basement
that we've never been able to show to the public.
I could give you a guided tour if you'd like.
- Yes, yes. - No, no.
I think just the location for today, please.
Ah. Well, uh... (clearing throat)
...X marks the spot.
Liberty's Son, a microbrewery dedicated to Malcolm's memory.
Oh, okay. This has been so helpful. Thank you.
- Brian: Thanks. - Of course. Of course.
- Come on. - Okay. All right.
* By yon bonnie banks *
* And by yon bonnie braes *
Are you feeling anything in here?
No. Maybe just a little annoyed by the singing.
What are you talking about? This is a beautiful song.
* Where me and my true love *
* Will never meet again *
* On the bonnie, bonnie banks *
* Of Loch Lomond *
- Jana: Right? - Brian: Very good.
You have such a nice voice.
Karaoke's Tuesdays, honey. What can I get you?
Ooh, can I try the haggis and Harps IPA? And, uh...
Oh, same for me, please.
You got it.
Can you... Yeah.
Hey, can I ask, have you ever seen any, like,
strange occurrences around here?
I own a bar, handsome, what do you think?
Oh, that's right. I'm engaged. Fiancé.
I don't think he--
he means strange in a supernatural way.
Oh, ghost hunters. Come here to check out the Keystone?
Uh, yeah, something like that.
Um, but have you ever experienced any phenomena
in the pub or maybe just outside?
Uh... shot a TV show here once
before I bought the place.
Aye. What an idiot he was.
Are you that angelic voice
luring me as a siren to the rocks?
Ahh...
What I wouldn't give for a mere sip
of good stout.
(gasping) It's actually an IPA.
Malcolm Buchanan, I presume?
You presume correct, milady.
Yeah, well, the kilt was kind of the giveaway.
Thank the heavens someone can finally see me.
It's a tough road for a man to be invisible, you know.
That's...
It's like looking in a mirror.
- Aye. - And a time machine.
Aye, you're a handsome fella too, that's for sure.
Thank you. So are you.
Well, I suppose you lot are looking for me.
Oh, yeah.
Sorry, wow. Yeah, we need to talk to you.
Well, seeing as I've been fixed here for centuries
with nary a glance, I'm at your service.
- Oh. - I don't--
Never do that again.
I don't know why I did that.
I'm nervous.
Are you telling me my bonnie bride is still waiting for me?
I thought I was alone in this world.
It is a cruel fate to find yourself in, eh?
You aren't kidding. But you are the key to appeasing Angelique,
so that we can get married on Sunday.
Oh, could you not marry somewhere else?
No! No! We are getting married at the Keystone Manor on Sunday.
It is happening.
Yeah, I mean, we've been-- she's planning for months
and our guests have booked plane tickets, and hotel rooms,
and they've taken time off work, and she's...
My lassie always was a fiery one.
Anyway, we-- we think you might be stuck here
because your love story never got its conclusion.
Aye, to see my bride again...
I'd surely give my right arm to leave this wretched pub.
Why? The beer is great.
- Brian... - Oh, sorry.
Brian...
We want to help you and Angelique to be reunited.
Who's Angelique?
Huh? Oh, no.
Weirdos.
Yeah.
I hate that man.
Well, I think I might know someone who can help.
- Not Earl. - Earl.
- Brian: Yeah. - Jana: No.
- Yes. - Brian...
- I trust him completely. W... - Um...
- Brian: Hey. - Oh, good, you're back.
- Steve: Hey. - What's going on in here?
Rachel: Cooking.
- Lots of it. - Yeah.
Marion's giving us a crash course on wedding catering.
We're full service here at the Keystone.
I think I'm really getting the hang of this cooking thing.
- Oh. - Close.
Got it, got it.
Well, since ghost number one chased away the caterer
while you two were out hunting ghost number two,
Marion started planning the menu.
So, we're assisting with prep.
Oh, you should taste the wine.
Yes.
So, how did it go? Did you find your war hero ghost?
You know, saying that out loud will never feel normal.
We did, and he's in the same predicament as Angelique.
He can't leave this brewery in town.
But you know what? Earl's on top of it.
He just texted me, told me he has a plan.
So, I think...
Right? Yeah?
So, how'd it go over here today? Any more happenings?
Actually, it's been eerily quiet.
Except for Steve, who likes to sing way off-key when he cooks.
It's very jarring.
It relaxes me.
Well, maybe Angelique has settled down.
This happens from time to time.
There'll be an upset and then she's just done.
All right.
- All right, well... - Oh. Is there red?
Or you can stick with white.
Or white. White is fine.
Nice choice.
Well, then, I would like to propose a toast
to nothing else going wrong,
and to Marion and the best friends anyone could ask for.
All: Cheers.
(glasses clinking)
(coughing)
Rachel: Is that-- is that vinegar?
Steve: Yeah, a bit tart.
Just spit it out, spit it out.
Okay, all of these have been turned into vinegar.
How does that happen?
Yeah, I don't think that she's settled down.
Angelique, show yourself.
Aah! That was fast.
Turning all that wine into vinegar was very powerful.
- And you are not. - That's true.
I do not see my Malcolm here, as you promised.
I know, but we did find him,
and he's just as heartbroken as you are.
I do not believe you. Were that true,
he would surely move heaven and earth to come to me.
He would. But just like you,
he's stuck in the place where he took his last breath.
Has he longed for me as I have longed for him?
He's thought of nothing else for centuries.
I'm so sorry, Angelique. No one should have to experience
this kind of pain for an eternity.
You do not know pain. No one knows.
- Oh, I do. - Here we go.
I was left once too, and I never thought I would recover.
But-- but, I...
I think I know of a way to reunite you and Malcolm.
I have given you much time. Bring him to me.
You will not like what happens to your wedding if you do not.
All right, okay.
Her little temper tantrums seemed to be escalating, huh?
It's not a temper tantrum, Brian.
It's grief disguised as anger.
I mean, I know that feeling of being robbed
of what you thought your life would be.
Is that the life you want?
- What? - What Alec was gonna give you,
the condos and the cars and the 401k?
No, Brian, I'm not emotional right now because of Alec;
it's because of you.
I see the pain in Angelique's eyes
and I don't know what I would do
if that ever happened to me again,
if I couldn't be with you.
I don't know why,
but I feel like we can figure this out on our own.
It's like my grandmother said,
she said you'll know, and I do, Brian.
We're a little out of our depth here.
We don't have much time.
And I feel that, together, we can accomplish anything.
I do, too.
Anything, you know, except this.
We're going to figure something out.
Gather around.
I have procured the instrument
that will save the celebration of your union.
Thank you, Earl. We owe you.
Oh, don't worry about it.
It's all itemized on your invoice.
(clearing throat) Behold!
A genuine, bona fide 19th-century ghost house.
- Really? - Cool.
Mm-hmm. Now, who remembers the famous haunting of Lady Winifred
at Parker Manse?
- Brian? - No.
- Oh, yeah. - No.
Well, this is the very ghost house used
by the famous medium Constance Lafarge that fateful night.
Now, it is said Madame Lafarge gained her clairvoyance
when she freed the spirits within. Thus--
Riveting! What's the point here, Earl?
Young lady...
remember, you are an academic.
- Yes. - My level of expertise
doesn't fall within your science world, does it?
Oh, no, it definitely does not, no.
Hmm. So, stay within your lane.
- Oh... - Oh.
- Earl: Thank you very much. - Hey.
Right, so, all you do is open the door
and entice the spirit inside,
and once it's inside, you close it,
and bam, trapped.
Just like a genie in Aladdin's lamp.
Oh, well, now I feel stupid for doubting you two.
Right?
Oh. Oh, that's very big of you.
Now, we need to trap in order to free.
We trap in order to free.
- With me. - All: Trap in order to free.
- No. - All: Trap in order to free.
- Louder! - All: Trap in order to free!
- Stop it! - All right. Right.
Now, once the spirit's inside,
you simply take it wherever you like, open the door--
Steve: Ow!
--reunite lost lovers,
and they live happily ever after.
Well-- well, they don't live, you know, because they're dead.
Actually, that's true.
Okay, so, you expect me to believe that we can
physically move the ghost
from one place to the other in this "ghost house".
Yeah, it's foolproof.
Right?
Behold, a genuine--
We've seen it.
All right. (clearing throat)
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
No, no, I'm sorry, I'm not sensing his presence.
I'm standing right here.
Uh, he's-- he's standing right there.
- Hmm? - Right there.
Yes. Yes!
Yes, yes, I can feel he just joined us.
Who is this daft walloper?
- That's Earl. - That makes sense.
Okay, Earl, um, I got this one.
Oh. All right.
Though, it is an impressive miniature.
And you're certain this can reunite me with my beloved?
Well, we---
we don't have a lot of options, but if you could have seen
Angelique's face when we told her we found you...
Oh, that face is burned into my memory.
I never feared anything like the terror
that she might not love me back,
and I've stared down the barrel of a British musket.
Oh, I can relate.
Huh?
Yeah, no. Oh, no.
Not to the-- to the musket thing.
Right.
I'm not even really sure what a musket is.
But when you meet someone that makes you feel complete...
...you almost feel unworthy of that love.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
"My love as deep, the more I give to thee"
by Sir William Shakespeare.
"Just in case you ever foolishly forget;
"I'm never not thinking of you." Virginia Woolf.
Oh, oh, uh, "Floating like the heavens above,
"looks like muskrat love." The Captain and Tennille.
That's a good one. Yeah, I won't forget that.
It's good.
So, what'd I miss?
What?
Oh! Right! I guess we should get to it then, right?
Tick-tock, huh?
So, how am I supposed to fit through that wee little door?
He wants to know the plan.
Hmm? Oh, yes. Okay, well,
tell him he needs to concentrate
and make his spirit small,
very, very small. Tiny, even.
And then, he needs to imagine that his spirit resides inside.
Ah...
Ha.
How scientific.
It is scientific, Jana.
Well, whatever you say, sir. Here we go.
Bottoms up, as they say.
Okay. You've got this.
(electricity buzzing)
(Jana chuckling) I can't believe it.
Brian: It's-- it's working. It's working!
Jana: Brian, it's working!
(straining)
Earl: Can you believe it, Brian?
(all gasping)
(coughing)
Sorry about that.
I guess I don't know my own strength.
I guess my work here is done.
(coughing)
Jana, darling, what time is the wedding?
Get... out.
Hey! No smoking!
What is wrong with you people?
It's always something with that man.
Angelique: I do not believe a word you say.
(wind gusting)
You lie! You have not seen Malcolm.
It is trickery, so that you may wed.
I understand your pain, Angelique,
but I promise, we did find Malcolm
and we're figuring out how to bring him to you.
And I'll prove it to you.
We won't stop until you're reunited.
We just need a little bit more time.
You okay?
Oh!
Is everything all right?
- Mm-hmm. - Great!
Well, your parents just arrived.
Oh.
Jana: Oh, my gosh,
they cannot go in there when she's like this.
I know, but what are we gonna do?
I don't know. Stall? Oh! Oh, Marion, the hayride.
I want you to throw every penny imaginable at the hayride.
I want to rent it out for the entire day.
- Yes, got it. - Thank you, thank you. Mom!
Hello, hello, hello, darling.
Oh, Mom, how are you?
Oh! Mwah!
- Good to see you. Hello. - Dad.
I hope this place has firm mattresses.
My back is killing me.
Oh. Evelyn, hi.
Stop complaining, Vern. No one cares.
Oh, Mom, wait.
Waylon, actually, who's not there right now,
but he can help you with the bags
and you can take them up to the room.
- Okay. Well-- - No, no!
You can't go in because-- you can't go in
because we have the thing, the-- the--
Oh, we have a special surprise...
for you guys, just you guys,
Welcome to the wedding.
Yes, our wonderful, wonderful parents.
We've arranged a VIP hayride
through the rustic trails of Angstadt. So, yay!
Well, I'd like to go freshen up first. It was a--
Oh, Mom, it's so good to see you.
Oh, my goodness.
It is just a two-hour ride,
and you're gonna be more than pampered on the hayride.
So, they have the--
We have the champagne...
Both: Champagne and charcuterie.
All the trimmings.
Here come my allergies.
(whinnying)
(sneezing) Is this real hay?
Oh, loosen up, Vern.
Dad, are you okay?
Brian: Got them all?
- Everyone have one? - Oh, yeah, you bet.
Everyone cheers to the beginning
of a fun-filled, relaxing weekend.
All: Cheers!
(sneezing)
- (whinnying) - Vern: Whoa!
Hey! How long is this ride?
Okay, we have some charcuterie. I guess Waylon smoked the meat.
- (sneezing) - All: Oh!
- Jana: Dad! - Vern: I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
- Another napkin. - (coughing)
Hey, isn't this fun?
All: No!
- Oh! - Oh, no.
All: Oh!
So, uh-- so, Marion was saying
that all of the farms around here are family run,
or they used to be back in the day, and, uh,
they would average around 130 to 135 acres.
You know, Brian, you have some ancestors
who came from this very area on your father's side.
What? I thought we were all from Chicago.
No. Your dad's family originally settled here.
He had a great love of the area.
That's why we moved to Philly after you were born.
Huh. And here,
I thought it was 'cause he liked the Eagles more than the Bears.
- Your family settled here. - Yeah.
So, maybe the resemblance to Malcolm
is not just a coincidence.
Um, do you still have access to that ancestry site?
Uh, yeah. I mean, I haven't checked it in a while,
but I don't think it expires.
I'll check it when we get back.
Yeah, okay. And we need to bring Angelique some proof,
so that she doesn't think we're just stringing her along
about Malcolm; that'll buy us some time.
That's true. We need to stop.
- I know. - We need an excuse.
Yeah, we need an excuse. Uh, can--
can you please stop the hayride?
- Yes! - Oh, wonderful.
Wonderful. Thank you.
What's wrong? Why are we stopping here?
Brian: Oh, it's nothing. It's not a big deal.
We just-- we just have to go.
Yeah, something for the wedding that we totally forgot,
and we-- we need to go do that now.
I'll help.
Both: No!
(crosstalking indistinctly)
It's fine. It's fine. Enjoy.
Jana: Here, Dad, drink this; it'll make it better.
- Take care. - Jana: Bye. Have so much fun.
- Steve, sorry. You-- - Steve: We can come with you.
- You got it. - Enjoy. Enjoy. Have fun.
Why won't you let us leave?
- Bye, guys. - Giddy up Tex! Go! Go!
All: No!
I can understand why she's upset.
It's starting to get a wee bit frustrated with you lot myself.
Yeah. We-- we just need you to share a memory with us,
like a moment.
Something that she would know only came from you.
(thunder crashing)
You will marry Samuel Fremantle.
There is to be no more discussion.
But I love Malcolm, Father.
It's not about love, Angelique.
It is an arrangement with a suitable husband.
Malcolm could never provide for your needs,
and I will not have my daughter marry one beneath her.
You will wed Samuel Fremantle or you will be on your own.
We cannot wait any longer.
I am to marry Samuel in six days.
Then I shall come for you in four.
I'll get my affairs in order at once.
Then, I will be yours, and you will be mine.
Forever and ever.
I have no ring to give. But...
swear on this.
(gasping)
My medal of valor,
granted to me by General Washington himself.
I entrust it to you until my return.
"A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee."
The most beautiful words anyone has ever spoken to me.
They are the Bard's, my love.
William Shakespeare.
And they speak straight to my heart.
Then, I shall hold those words close in my heart, as well,
forever and ever.
Until we meet again.
Four days.
"A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee."
Pen?
She'll understand.
All right, I'll relay the message.
Oh, that's fine penmanship you've got there.
Yeah, you should have been a doctor.
I wanted to be a doctor.
And all of a sudden, I'm happy I'm dead.
"A heaven on earth I have won by wowing thee."
No, sweetie, it's "wooing".
Wooing, "wooing thee".
With the words of Shakespeare,
he made me a promise he could not keep.
A promise he wants to keep now.
Please, bring him back to me.
We're doing everything we can.
(thunder crashing)
Hey, look at this.
Yeah, my family was definitely in this area in 1885.
I just-- I need to--
I need to trace back several earlier generations
to see if I have any connection to Malcolm Buchanan.
* And you take *
* The high road *
Keep looking. I'm going to go talk to her, okay?
Okay.
* And I'll be in Scotland *
* Afore thee... *
Angelique, may I sit?
If you must.
I'm so sorry that our wedding
has stirred up all this grief for you.
You see my suffering, and Malcolm's, as well,
yet you do nothing about it, despite your promises.
I know it may seem that way, but I promise,
Brian is working on something right now.
And I want you to know that I don't just hear your story,
I feel it deep down in my soul.
And I want you to have your happily ever after
as much as I want my own.
You were left once broken-hearted, as well.
It was a little different than your situation,
but on the day of our wedding,
he sent me a text saying he wasn't ready for marriage.
And then, five months later, he married someone else.
I know not what a text is, but how very rude.
I believe that you and Malcolm are stuck here
because a love as powerful as yours has to sustain,
even in death.
Perhaps the connection with your Brian is equally as powerful.
I hope so.
But sometimes, things that seem too good to be true are.
And many times, they are not.
You were so sure about Malcolm from the beginning.
How did you know that he was your soulmate?
When you cannot live without him,
and you cannot die without him, that is how you know.
I wish I had that clarity,
but it's scary to put your trust in someone
when you've been let down in the past.
Wow, I can't believe I'm sitting here, confiding in a ghost.
You were lucky.
You get to choose.
In my youth, all decisions were made for me.
Malcolm was the first man
ever to take an interest in me for me and not for my family.
He wanted to know my mind.
We spoke of politics,
literature, religion--
subjects quite unbecoming for a young lady.
But for once, I was truly seen.
That's how I feel about you.
This intelligent,
exceptional, beautiful woman chose me...
...gets me, loves me.
And I don't know what I did to get so lucky.
It seems we are not so different after all.
Love is love, no matter the era.
I found something that might be helpful.
It seems Lieutenant Buchanan is one of my ancestors.
It is impossible. Malcolm had no children.
No, he didn't. But his brother did.
Alistair. I met him once.
He came to visit when Malcolm was unwell.
I am Malcolm's
great-great-great great--
there may be a few more greats in there--
grand-nephew.
So, maybe the ancestral connection
is the reason you and I are the only ones that can see them.
Mm-hmm.
You share his DNA, and I...
You're soulmates. You're already connected.
Yeah, I suppose that's a possibility.
Well, there's another medium, Claudia Ling.
She may know how to help us.
Brian, we don't need another person.
Please...
I need my Malcolm back.
I cannot remain in this much pain forever.
It is too much for anyone to bear.
Steve: So, I met Brian in Little League.
I was six years old, and I was-- I was terrible.
(chuckling)
So, Brian invited me back to his house
to practice with him and his dad
because that's the kind of guy he is.
He would do anything to help a friend.
And that hasn't changed in 24 years.
Brian, I'm so sorry that your dad couldn't be here today.
But I know
that he's looking down on you and he is so proud
of the man that-- well, that you've always--
(sighing) --that you've always been.
Okay, uh...
to Brian.
Can somebody else...
Okay, I've got something to say.
Oh, no, you don't.
Okay, it's my turn.
When life throws you a curve ball, you can crumble
or persevere.
Jana wasn't gonna let it break her.
And though dating wasn't on her radar,
in walks Brian,
with the latest ghost-hunting equipment money can buy,
to show her that it's safe to open your heart again
when it's right.
I'm so proud of you, Jana.
And so thankful to you, Brian, for seeing in her
what we always have.
(coughing)
Hey, you okay?
I think I just-- just inhaled a bit of the smoke.
With all that smudging you do,
I would have thought you'd be used to it by now.
What is smudging, anyway? It sounds unhealthy.
It's...
Brian thinks that spirits can attach themselves to objects.
A week ago, I would have thought somebody was crazy
for saying that and now it's me, I'm the crazy one.
(laughing)
You're not! You're not.
Do you really think that spirits can attach themselves to things?
Well, I mean if the spirit had an emotional connection
to the object, then yeah, absolutely.
We are doing a full sweep of the house when we get back, Vern.
What if we were to bring something of Angelique's
to Malcolm with her spirit attached?
Oh, I can't believe I didn't think of it before.
All those antiques in her room,
she must be connected to one of them.
Yes. Yeah, let's do it.
See? We don't need anybody else. We've got this, you and me.
Rachel said that you were looking for me.
Oh, Marion, yes. We need to find something in this room
that had sentimental value to Angelique.
Oh, I'm so sorry,
but nothing in here ever belonged to the DeMornays.
Well, what about all this stuff?
Antiques that I've collected over the years.
I wanted to make it feel like home,
but all of her actual possessions would be long gone.
What about the paintings?
The one over the fireplace or Malcolm's portrait?
Both commissioned after their deaths.
(sighing)
Maybe-- maybe we can't do this on our own.
Should I call Claudia Ling?
No, we should-- we should go talk to Malcolm.
Maybe he has something that once belonged to him. Right, Marion?
Malcolm died in a jail and he's stuck in a bar.
Okay, but I still think the logical thing to do
would be to focus on Malcolm. Marion agrees.
Uh...
You think the contents of his pockets
have been under a bar stool for 240 years,
and they built the bar around him?
Sure, that sounds reasonable.
That's not helpful, Brian.
I'm sorry, but neither of us know the solution here.
Claudia Ling might.
Fine. Go ahead and bring in another outsider
and I'm gonna go talk to Malcolm. Thank you, Marion.
Take it from someone who's been divorced...
twice, follow her.
What you looking at?
Oh, well, well, well, look who it is.
A couple who takes great pleasure
in teasing a man in love.
Oh, yeah. Um, believe it or not,
we-- we're actually trying to help, Malcolm.
- And a fine job you're doing. - By any chance,
is there an object around here that belonged to you?
Something special from when you were alive?
Oh, come on. We're wasting our time, Jana.
Actually, there is one thing.
Really?
A medal of valor.
A symbol of the injury,
that fate brought me to Angelique's door.
And it meant a lot to you?
With it,
I sealed my promise of my undying love to Angelique.
Uh... Oh, excuse me!
Hey, what can I get ya? Book of matches? Gasoline?
What are we burning down today?
Yeah, sorry about that again.
- Right. - That's fair.
Um, the medal on the wall, by any chance,
would you be willing to, like, loan it out?
Malcolm Buchanan's medal is the centerpiece of this place.
What do you guys want it for?
Well, it has historical significance to our wedding.
And-- and--
uh, Malcolm Buchanan happens to be one of my ancestors.
- Yeah. - So...
Is that so?
That's why you're so easy on the eyes then, eh?
Both of them.
We would really love
to show it off at our wedding to our family,
and it has deep, deep sentimental value for us.
It would mean so much.
Aww, that's sweet.
Well, in that case, $2,400.
- What?! - Oh... that's random.
I was short for that!
Any wiggle room?
- Do I look like I wiggle? - Brian: Okay.
Bartender: Last offer, no refunds.
We have to.
- Going... going... - Brian: Okay.
Okay, okay, okay, just take it. I don't want to see.
Yeah, I'll take plastic.
(sighing) Okay,
well, I promise we're going to guard it with our lives.
I don't care what you do with it. It's yours now.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! You guys, what did I say? No!
Man: Here you go!
Bartender: That's it! Okay!
Stupid hooligans!
- That man is a buffoon. - Bartender: Get out!
Get out of my bar! Keep moving!
Okay, well, here's the medal. Um...
This is--
it's kind of like the ghost house,
but just please, please don't destroy it this time.
Remember what it meant to you--
the honor, the glory,
the promise of a new life with your beautiful bride.
*
It's working.
I can feel it.
I'm connected to it.
Take it.
Take it. Take it to her. I'll follow it.
- Go! - Come on.
Let's go.
Yes! Yes!
Malcolm, come on!
We did it! Come on!
What are you guys waiting for?
Let's go! Let's get him home!
I'm outside.
I'm outside!
We're gonna get you to her!
- Watch out! - Come on!
- Jana: Brian! Oh! - No!
(medal plopping in water)
No!
Man: Hey, time out, boys, time out.
Okay, yeah, hit the showers. Grab a beer.
Oh, Brian...
Blasted.
If you don't mind,
I'm gonna go shed a tear over my lot,
and I'd rather the lady not see it.
Hey, don't worry. We're gonna figure something out, okay?
I think it needs a little more-- oh, maybe something on the top.
A little on the nose, Marion.
Don't most wedding cakes
or whatever this is come already decorated?
Steve: It's a cupcake tower, madam.
A what?
A cupcake tower.
We are full service here at the Keystone.
I'm the caterer, the baker, and I can even be
a pretty good bartender when I put my mind to it.
(chuckling)
And we begged to help because this is something
that I've always wanted to do.
Um, has anyone heard from the florist?
Oh, they'll be here first thing in the morning.
- Great. - Any word from the war hero?
Um, yes and no.
Last night did not go as planned.
I don't know how to tell Angelique.
So, you have failed again?
(Brian sighing)
I'm sorry, Angelique, yes.
Angelique? Who's Angelique?
- Oh. - Um...
- Uh, she... - It's funny...
That's an inside joke.
- Yes. - For Steve.
- Right. Steve. - 'Cause you hate cake.
- Jana: Doesn't like cake. - Remember? That you hate cake.
- It was funny. - Yes, that's...
You promised and you have failed again.
There will be no wedding.
- (wind gusting) - (shrieking)
- My cake... - It's completely ruined.
What on earth just happened?
Marion: Not to worry.
We'll just, uh, whip up another one.
- Is that what we'll do? - Marion: Yeah.
Oh, a better one.
Yes, a better one, much better.
Give me a minute.
Rachel: Okay. It was a lot of work, I know.
It's heart-breaking, but we'll...
Waylon! Come on.
(grumbling)
Hey, there you are.
I have your bouquet from the shower,
if you want to use it for the rehearsal.
Are you okay?
Not really. I just...
This is supposed to be the happiest weekend of my life
and it's a complete mess.
Jana, do not go there.
This is what happened with Alec. He was pulling away
and I pretended that everything was fine.
Okay, but...
you know, this is a completely different scenario.
I mean, there were zero ghosts last time.
I wish there was more I could do to help.
Are you kidding? You've been amazing,
you and Steve both.
Okay.
You two seem to be getting along well.
Yeah.
Okay, he's not who I thought he was.
Gosh, it's funny how this ghost has been the catalyst
to bringing you and Steve closer together,
but me and Brian further apart,
and my wedding hangs in the balance... again.
You are getting married tomorrow.
(chattering)
Ooh! Oh!
Is something wrong with... No, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't quit! Not now! We need you!
What? What happened?
It has not been an easy morning.
Okay, you know what? We will just power through.
It's gonna be fine.
Oh, no!
- Great start. - Oh, no!
These were although l blooming this morning.
We've got nine other arrangements just like this.
(chuckling nervously) You know what?
Waylon, can we maybe just get rid of those?
Get rid of them. I can't even look at them.
Okay.
I'd stand up here and quote Plato for my father's guests.
- "Music!" - She's right there.
- "Soul to the universe." - What is she pointing at?
"Wings to the mind, flight to the imagination,
"and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."
Well, she's a lot of things, but she is well-read.
I was to behave as expected
and deprived of my happiness.
Had we not been forced to sneak off under the cover of night,
Malcolm would have never been killed.
(wind gusting)
Oh!
(thunder crashing)
My goodness, the weather has turned.
Looks like we might not have a wedding after all.
Don't say that.
We'll just get Waylon to check the, uh--
the weather report.
Meanwhile, why don't we go inside and have some scones
and tea, until we have this all figured out.
Ugh.
(sighing) So, many issues
with this so-called manor, darling.
I would ask for my money back,
but since you refuse to let me contribute this time,
I will, as usual, keep my mouth shut.
Now, come, come.
We have to talk about this humidity, darling,
but your skin does look amazing.
Scone?
No, thank you.
So, you were right about Claudia Ling.
What'd she say?
She said we need to find something that belonged to them
and attach their spirits to it.
- Well, that's a fresh idea. - Yeah.
How much did that cost us?
Oh, you know, it wasn't that much.
I put in a call to a guy who does these Houdini séances.
He's pretty booked up, but maybe he could help.
(sighing)
It's not supposed to be this way, Brian.
No, I know.
It's supposed to be moist and delicious.
That's just gross.
No, no. This is not how
we're supposed to be starting our lives together.
Look at Angelique and Malcolm.
Nothing could fracture their love, not even death.
And we can't even get through our wedding rehearsal
without something going disastrously wrong.
Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.
It's just a speed bump. All right?
I'm gonna put out more feelers.
I want you to be in this with me.
It almost feels like,
if we can give them their happily ever after,
then we can get ours, too, and that's why we're here.
No, it's not.
No, we're here to pledge our lives to each other,
and it's starting to seem like you care more
about Angelica Malcolm than you do about you and me.
Unless that's the point.
What point? What are you-- what are you talking about?
I don't know. I...
Sabotage our wedding, maybe, so you don't get hurt again?
You can't really believe that.
Well, what do you propose we do?
I don't know. I don't know.
We could walk through the fields where they had their rendezvous
or meditate or something.
It's clear we have a connection to them.
We don't have time for afternoon strolls and meditation circles.
The wedding is tomorrow, Jana.
What I know is when we put our heads together,
we can accomplish anything.
But you refuse to put your trust in that,
so who's doing the sabotaging here?
(sighing) Man...
- Good evening. - (gasping)
(gasping)
I know you can't knock, but there has to be
some sort of ghost equivalent.
Perhaps I could precede my entrance with a nice breeze.
(wind gusting)
Yep, that works.
I do feel I must apologize for things going so awry.
I suppose I do not know my own power at times.
I'm sorry, too.
I wanted so much to do this for you and Malcolm,
as if I had the power through you
to prove that true love really does exist.
Like, that might somehow erase the pain of my past.
Do not despair.
Perhaps if it is not you to reunite us,
then it will be another.
Your presence has shown me that love does indeed persevere.
Nothing would keep me from Malcolm were he not killed
and I will never give up on him.
I cannot.
Nor can you.
That is the blessing and the curse of soulmates.
You're stuck with each other.
For eternity.
You have a chance tomorrow that I did not.
Do not allow your fears to get in the way.
So, you're going to allow this wedding to happen?
Perhaps.
(wind gusting)
(chattering)
They're lovely.
Angelique!
Maybe don't do that to people.
Malcolm had bought me a ring, and one for himself, as well.
They were on his person when they captured him.
I asked for them to be returned to me, but they were not.
He was revered,
a soldier for the colonies to be honored in death.
But still, my father would not allow his rings in our home.
A sad end to a forgotten love story that was not to be.
You're not forgotten.
They built a tavern to honor him,
and the Historical Society still tells your story.
The Historical Society...
I'm sorry, I need to talk to Jana.
It's just all so unresolved.
I should go talk to him and make sure we're okay.
It's bad luck for him to see you before the wedding.
No, it's bad luck for him to see the dress before the wedding.
(knocking)
Brian, she's getting ready.
Yeah, I know, I know. I just-- I need to talk to Jana.
It's okay, Brian. Angelica's going to let us get married.
I know, I know, but we all deserve our happy ending.
Rach, can you stall everyone, please? As long as you can.
Stall? How am I supposed to stall?
I don't know. Ask your boyfriend, Steve.
Hey, I'll tell you about this on the way,
but you and me, we got this.
Okay.
He's not-- he's not my boyfriend!
Okay, so, we're gonna need to stall.
Brian and Jana had to go into town.
They think they have a lead on something.
Is that why it's so quiet here this morning?
- Yeah. - I've managed to reassemble
the tower without incident or apparition or in-laws.
Thank you for that, by the way.
It's not as good as it was, but it'll do.
Wow. I think it's just beautiful.
So do I.
- Snacks. Uh... - Rachel: What?
We should give snacks to everybody.
- Yes, good idea. - Yeah.
Oh, there's no room for my snickerdoodles.
Okay, wait. You made snickerdoodles?
Oh, you have so much to learn about me.
I can't wait.
- Steve! - Yeah?
- Small fire! - What?!
- There's a small fire! - Marion!
I told you! You had one job! One job!
Oh, hey, buddy.
Oh, boy.
Brian, what are you doing?
- I met a dog. - Come on.
Ah, back for the tour. Splendid.
Not quite. We were actually hoping that maybe you had
something that might've belonged to Malcolm.
I thought you might be back.
The contents of his saddlebag--
spectacles,
some coins...
...and these.
The rings.
Ken, would you mind
if we borrowed these just for, like, a couple hours.
I could never let an artifact leave the Historical Society.
Ken, you would be doing a great service
to two people who are hopelessly in love
and have been waiting an eternity to be together.
Never let it be said
that an old archivist doesn't understand love.
Thank you. We will guard them with our lives.
- Oh!
- Aah! - Oh my...
- Got 'em. - Good catch.
- Got 'em. - Sorry, Ken. Sorry, Ken.
- Brian: Thanks, Ken. - Jana: Sorry, Ken.
- (bridal march playing) - Nope. Not yet, Waylon. No.
Both: Oh! I'm so sorry.
Are you okay? Okay.
This way. Yeah.
- More champagne? - Vern: Oh, thank you.
Ah, snickerdoodle.
- Oh, don't mind if I do. - You've already had two.
- Enough is enough. - Vern: Oh, three is enough.
Tell me it isn't happening again, Rachel.
It absolutely is not.
They-- they will be-- they will be right back,
I promise.
Chin, chin. (chuckling nervously)
(chuckling)
Phew!
Brian: Malcolm!
It's your wedding day.
I helped, too.
Brian, please.
Steve: Okay.
Both: Who's ready to have a good time?
Steve: Anybody?
Angelique. Angelique, come out.
You were not able to find anything.
My bonnie bride.
Even more beautiful
than the memory that's been seared into my brain.
Malcolm, it is really you.
You've really come back.
Aye. As real as the day is long.
I can feel you.
I haven't been able to touch anything at all,
but I can touch you.
'Tis the same for me.
Okay. All right, guys, maybe--
maybe there'll be time for that after the wedding.
Brian, you're interrupting, man.
Okay, well, they're just going to keep going.
It's time to complete the circle.
Go. Your guests await.
Jana and Brian have chosen to write their own vows.
I promise to cherish you
and never let you forget the gift that you are in my life.
I promise to put my trust in you, now and forever,
and to never question your love for me.
I vow to have the patience that love demands,
to speak when words are needed,
and to share in the silence when they are not.
I promise to be your hearth.
to keep a flame alive for you in my heart.
Now, do you, Brian, take Jana to be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
I do, Angelique.
And do you, Jana, take Brian to be your lawfully wedded husband?
I do.
I do, Malcolm.
Then, by the power vested in me
by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss your bride.
(guests cheering, applauding)
Sorry.
(both chuckling)
* Ooh, yeah, yeah *
* Tonight, until we see the sun rise *
* Tonight, dancing in the moonlight *
* Tonight, come on, get it started *
* Take my hand and let's make it right *
* Keep on dancin' all through the night *
* Tonight, until we see the sun rise *
* Tonight, dancing in the moonlight *
"A heaven on Earth I have won, by wooing thee."
That's by Shakespeare.
"Love will keep us together" by Captain and Tennille.
The Captain and Tennille.
- Thank you. - The Captain.
So, together for all eternity.
Doesn't sound too bad, does it?
Not at all.
(Malcolm clearing throat)
Again, we give our many thanks.
And apologies for the disturbances.
You taught us that a great love is worth fighting for.
And that, sometimes, when things seem to be falling apart,
it's just to make you stronger together.
Words to live by, indeed.
I'll see you on the other side, friend.
Tell my grandma thanks and that I love her.
* Oh, I'll take the high road *
* And you take the low road *
* And I'll be in Scotland *
* Before thee *
* Where me and my true love *
* Shall surely meet again *
* On the bonnie, bonnie banks *
* Of Loch Lomond *
(wind gusting)
(disco music playing)
(gasping) Look!
Brian: Huh.
(Jana gasping)
Never thought I'd see the day.
Oh!
Um, I have one last surprise for you.
- Yeah? - Yes.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Brian: Okay.
* Love *
* Love will keep us together *
* Think of me babe, whenever *
* Some sweet-talking girl comes along *
* Singing her song *
* Don't mess around, you've just got to be strong, *
* Just stop 'cause I really love you, *
* Stop, I've been thinking of you *
* Look in my heart and let love *
* Keep us together *
* Whatever *
(guests cheering, applauding)
*