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The dead, I mean.

Have Rigsby and Van Pelt set up on the mansion tonight.

Strange sightings? Unusual noises? Apparitions?

- We can take a break, if you'd like. - No, no. Let's just get through it.

It means we're wasting our time.

Ma'am, we find out you're lying, you become suspect number one.

Hey. Get her off of me.

But about a week after we closed, she just blew up.

I haven't handled many homicides. None, in fact.

All you need is a sheet of glass that slides out of the wall.

So somebody was trying to scare Foster. Why?

Grace, I love you. I've loved you from the first moment I met you.

Do not ask about ghosts.

Screw the rules. Screw the CBI. I need you.

My cousin had told me about the equipment Beckworth had built in.

You were grateful when he purchased it. What changed your mind?

I'm shutting this down. Everybody out. Cho, secure the place and set the alarm.

Unless you stop me, I'm gonna kiss you now.

I've heard the stories since I was a kid, but nobody believes them.

That, and suicides usually open the window before they jump.

Off and on for about three weeks, since we closed on it.

- He's got something in his hand. - Jane, gloves.

What does it say?

Was it all just for the money?

Well, my pleasure.

I'm gonna let you think about it.

- Alternate. - Yes, that's better. I'll go first.

Break it up. He said break it up.

Didn't come through the front door.

I didn't kill anybody. I never saw Foster, and I never went into his house.

It's an old conjurer's trick. A simple optical illusion.