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Oh, no, that's impossible.

I'm having people tomorrow.

I mean, it's a mess in here..

It's crazy making.

It's chaos, absolute chaos, Ted.

Uh, Alex, we've been here

since 6 a.m.

Can't you just stay

a little later? Come on.

You've stayed late for me

before, haven't you?

Alex, I'll see you on Monday.

- What day is today?

- It's Friday.

Monday is too far away, Ted.

Well, see you then.

See you then.

Funny guy, helped me over

where that track leads.

Jesus, Alex,

you look incredible.

I mean, better than

when you were 25. No.

I gotta get myself

to that Dr. White.

That's all him, right?

So where's the front door?

He's f***ing nuts.

Don't know where anyone

is on this property.

So we each have

our own wing of the house.

Great family, huh?

Relationship is defined

as shared time and space.

So now we share no time

and no space.

Nothing like

setting us up to fail Harry.

Is this where

Harry does his laps?

Tired of this bullshit.

Big boys and their big toys.

It's not f***ing art.

It's competition and ego.

Way too much money.

Might as well be stocks.

The new stocks.

He used to be

a passionate collector.

Now he's a currency trader.

Is that a Dan Colen?

Molly!

Can you get my phone?

Actually my two phones.

I think they're in the kitchen.

- Wow.

- You like?

I can't believe you have that.

It doesn't seem

to be there, Mrs. Cox.

Uh, maybe you

left them upstairs.

Oh, Christ.

Molly, please, just call me

Alex. Mrs. Cox sounds so stuffy.

I'm so sorry.

Alex, it's my manners,

my mother's English.

Honestly, you look younger

than my little sister.

Oh, that's very sweet.

Uh, well, maybe

they're in the other room?

Nothing's finished around

here and the decorator

promised to be done last week.

That is so frustrating.

Really winds me up

when people promise to deliver

and then fail.

Why false advertise?

Molly, have you found

my phones yet?

I can't seem to find them

anywhere, Mrs. Cox.

Alex.

Um, maybe you left

them somewhere.

Maybe they're in the car.

Well, are you,

are you saying it's my fault?

No. No, no, Mrs. Cox.

Honestly, have you

really looked everywhere?

Yes. Honestly.

But I can look again.

Good idea.

Is she retarded?

I think she stole

my Victorian cuff.

- What?

- She did.

And I've never

really trusted her.

Does she look

like a thief to you?

Maybe just a little dishonest

around the eyes.

Can you see it?

I think

you're acting really crazy.

Well, I guess I'm just gonna

have to brave the cold

and go out to the car

and search myself.

Oh.

That was such a big funny move.

Molly, I found them!

They're building a new wall.

Building a new wall.

There.

I like the, uh..

I like the stone better.

Hey.

Hey.

Can you not,

can you not do that?

Hey.

- Just, just..

- Dad, stop!

Just don't do it.

Don't do it for 5 minutes,

okay?

Give me that. 5 minutes!

Thanks for the ride.

Perfect.

Did Harry tell you anything

about the rumors?

The old legend of this place?

No.

Why, was it a brothel

or something?

No. It was designed and built

by this friend of Warhol.

This artist, Ray Jamieson

he made all of his darkest

and most disturbing pieces

when he was living here.

You know this stuff that

goes for a fortune now.

Wait, that's the guy

that Harry is obsessed with.

Yeah, I'm sure that's why

he bought the place.

Ray Jamieson went crazy here.

There was this legendary party

where Ray Jamieson's psychic

gave this reading.

Supposedly she tapped into that

this is the place

where the vortex

of the 4 winds converge.

Sh*t.

Do you want me to help you?

Don't worry.

Just tell me.

Much later that same night.

Ray Jamieson ended up

brutally killing

all of these people that

wouldn't leave his party.

Haven't you always

wanted to do that? I mean..

But he actually did.

That's really f***ing dark.

Anyway, his body vanished.

They never found him.

Supposedly he committed suicide

on this property, but..

They never found the body.

Wish I could leave tomorrow.

I wonder where Cat is.

She's such a case.

Her mom died last year. Duh.

I heard she OD'd

on painkillers.

Ones that Cat's dad gave her.

You're here.

Hi, Cat.

You really have

a lateness issue.

My mom always said.

It's better to make an entrance.

Your mom and like

a billion other people.

Cat, where'd you go

after lunch?

You weren't in school.

Did you cut class again?

I'm not letting you

borrow my homework.

I don't want

your homework, Francesca.

- No way. No way.

- Ew.

Whoa!

- No way.

- Hey, guys..

We get together.

We get together.

My God, we have so many.. Look,

how many likes we're gonna get.

Are you ready?- Okay, imagine

this with, like, sunglasses.

It's the beach,

with a lot of cute boys around.

That would be, like,

a perfect perfume commercial.

Oh, my God.

Sam, give it to me.

Guys, can someone

zip me up, please?

- Oh, my God.

- Oh..

- Whoa!

- Wow, Sophia.

- It's, like, the best one.

- You look so pretty.

Ready, smile.

Imagine you're on fashion

show. Okay, everybody line up.

Line up, line up, line up.

I'm matching your step.

- Go.

- Yeah, Sophia.

Whoo!

- Look at that outfit.

- Look at you in the mirror.

She's just jealous.

Guys, imagine these

in, like, really high heels.

Someone take a picture of me.

Stop. That's mean.

- Awesome.

- Awesome!

Take a picture

of us, kitty Cat.

I hate when you call me that.

Oh, please, just a quick one.

You all look stupid.

Oh, please,

you're just jealous.

And I really want a picture

of me and my besties.

Don't do it from there. Her mom

says that's for bad girls.

I still can't believe

how cool this place is.

I'm warming up to it. I think.

You know what

happened here, right?

I overheard your mom's friend

telling your mom

about this crazy artist

killer who used to live here.

Supposedly this place

is haunted by this guy.

Ray Jamieson's ghost.

He went crazy because

of an energy vortex

created by the 4 winds

converging on this property.

You're lying again.

The 4 winds?

That sounds like a fart.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Ray Jamieson is still considered

a missing person.

In 1968, Jamieson disappeared

following a nervous breakdown

that lead him to commit

6 murders in his own home.

Jamieson's body was never found.

So? My mom's having a nervous

breakdown like everyday.

You think she's gonna kill us?

Come on, let's stop talking

about this sh*t

and get back to taking pictures.

I want the coolest picture

ever of me and my besties.

Cat, come on.

Fine.

Cheese.

Oh, my God, I'm falling,

I'm falling.

Cat, that's so mean.

What's wrong with you?

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