[mystical music continues]
[mystical music intensifies]
Are you still here...
[exhales shakily] ...whatever you are?
I know I saw something. I'm not crazy.
Well, we're all a little crazy.
[screams]
Oh my God! Please stop screaming!
[dog howls]
Who are you, and what are you doing in my mom's studio?
Your mom's studio? This is our studio. Trust me, my...
The grand piano is new, and... and... and ...
[giggling] My couch!
[Luke sighs happily]
That is definitely not my six-string.
Can you give me just one second?
Just... give me a second. Thank you.
Guys, what is going on? How did she get her stuff in here so fast?
Maybe... maybe she's a witch. There's chairs floating on the ceiling.
OK, there is no such thing as witches.
You sure? I used to think there was no such thing as ghosts.
That's fair.
OK, so we're going with witch?
No! We are not going with witch.
She's not a witch. OK, look. She's just scared.
OK? Let someone
with a softer touch handle this.
[Alex claps]
Why are you in our studio?
-Huh! -[whooshing]
Oh my gosh! How did you do that?
Clearly, you're not understanding... She doesn't get it.
OK, look. We're ghosts, all right?
We're just three ghosts, and we're really happy to be home.
So, thank you for the flowers. They really brighten up the room.
-We're in a band called Sunset Curve. -Tell your friends.
Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us.
It was gonna change our lives.
I'm, uh... I'm pretty sure it did.
This is freaking me out. [breathes sharply, grunts]
-What is that? What are you doing? -It's my phone.
No! Stop talking to them. They aren't real.
-There's no such thing as cute ghosts. -Oh, think we're cute?
-[Julie taps keys] -Who you calling?
I'm Googling Sunset Swerve.
[all] Sunset Curve!
[exhales shakily]
[Julie] Whoa.
There is a Sunset Curve.
You did die.
But not last night.
Twenty-five years ago?
What? No. No, no, no. Th-Th-That's impossible.
After we floated out of the ambulance,
all we did was go to that weird, dark room where Alex cried.
[high-pitched] Well... I don't think...
I think we were all pretty upset. OK.
But that was just for like an hour.
We just showed up here.
Look. I'm just telling you what my phone says.
See? You died in 1995.
When you were 17.
It's now 2020.
So, this is the future?
Wait. So... So, it has been 25 years.
I have been crying for 25 years? How is that possible?
-Well, you're a very emotional person. -I am not!
[boy] Thought you were afraid to come out here.
You talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?
-He can see you. -No, he can't.
What?
Uh... What do you want?
A normal sister, for starters.
Stop being weird and come eat.
He couldn't see you.
Yeah. I mean, that's...
-usually how ghosts work. -[Reggie] Hmm.
[Julie sighs]
Look, I'm very sorry for what happened to you guys,
but this isn't your studio anymore.
You have to leave.
But wait. We...
-We didn't get your name. -It's Julie.
Cool. [chuckles]
I-I'm Luke,
by... by the way.
-And this is-- -Reggie. I'm Reggie.
-Hey. -[Luke] And...
Alex. How's it going?
[softly] Ba-da.
OK?
[footsteps recede]
Julie seems nice.
[Alex groans]
Did you miss the part where she kicked us out, or...
Yes. OK.
[mystical music plays]
There we go!
OK.
-Let's do this. -Let's do it.
Your turn, Carlos.
Thank you for our leftovers and the power of the mighty microwave.
-Amen. -Amen.
[chuckles]
So...
Carlos tells me he found you in the studio.
She was out there talking to herself.
I was rehearsing for a play.
[woman] Hello, hello!
Oh, busted!
Yeah, we're in here. Quick!
[cutlery clatters]
[woman] Huh!
Spaghetti. Again?
Yeah.
That's too bad.
I brought you my pasteles and arroz con pollo.
-Yum. -[Julie] Mm!
Thanks, tia. It smells great.
You can have it tomorrow.
I can't let you have leftovers every night.
My sister would kill me, may she rest in peace.
Oh... I see things here are going better?
Actually...
[sniffs]
...Julie has been cleaning out mom's studio.
Hopefully, we can get the house on the market and some offers soon.
Well, I like the sound of that.
Moving from here is only gonna help you move on.
You've got to rip that Band-Aid off and get the pain over with.
[yells]
[Luke exhales sharply]
[chuckles awkwardly] That's me. Ripping off the Band-Aid.
-Aah! -[chuckles]
There's my brave girl.
Hey, Julie, I really like what you guys did with the place.
-You shouldn't be here. -[aunt gasps]
Oh, I'm just here to help, mija.
Oh... I think that's our cue to leave.
I mean, you should be at Pilates.
-Thanks for bringing us food. -Oh. [chuckles]
-We should've called first. -[aunt] It's nothing.
And now that you're no longer in the music program,
you can concentrate on classes that matter.
You got the e-mail from the school, right?
Yeah.
We're still discussing it.
Bueno. I'm off to Pilates.
-Mwah! -Oh yeah!
Wa-chow! It's gone.
[giggles, smooches]
[speaking Spanish]
[footsteps recede]
So, Julie,
wanna hear how I slid into home and was almost safe?
You're a good brother. That's not gonna work.
I tried.
Why didn't you tell me? You made me lie to your aunt.
Sorry. I was gonna tell you after dinner.
-Yeah. Mm-hmm. -I was.
Honey,
I know those classes can be difficult,
but you still like music, don't you?
I don't know. Maybe.
Look, we talked about this, you know? And how painful memories can be, but...
[inhales deeply, exhales]
You know, every time I see you and Carlos, I see Mom.
It's like she's right here with us.
But you know what? I love that. I do.
And maybe if you'd give yourself a chance,
you'll get there.
[distant rock music plays]
What's that?
I must have left the stereo on in the garage.
I'll go get it.
[rock music continues]
[yells] Guys! Guys, stop!
Enough! Stop! Cut it out!
The whole neighborhood could hear you. I thought I told you to leave.
Wait. People can hear us play?
Yes! And so did my dad and my brother!
W-W-Wait. Wait.
So, only you can see us,
but everyone can hear us?
-I mean, what kind of ghosts are we? -Who cares, man? People can hear us play!
We might be dead, but our music isn't.
Dad!
Hey.
Just making sure you're OK.
Yeah, I'm fine. I just had to turn off the CD player.
Wait. Is this the junk that was in the loft?
Junk?
[mystical music plays]
Some of this stuff's in pretty good shape.
[dad tinkles cymbals]
Hey, maybe we can make a couple bucks.
What? Yo, stop touching my drums. Tell him to stop touching my drums.
I liked that song you had on.
-Sweet! We're Sunset Curve. -Tell your friends.
It's just an old CD I found.
Well, still, it's nice that you're listening to music again.
Out here you can play whatever you want, whenever you want.
Oh!
That's nice!
Stay out of this.
I-I'm sorry, honey. I didn't...
Oh no, no, no, no. Not you. I mean... Uh... Er...
You know, give me a minute.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
We'll figure out this music program thing.
Thanks, Dad.
-He likes our song. -Oh yeah. He doesn't count.
He's a dad.
Why can't you guys just be normal ghosts?
Hang out at an old mansion. I hear Pasadena's nice.
Ugh!
I think she's warming up to us.
Yeah, I've always wanted to go to Pasadena.
[Alex] Hmm.
Aah!
Stop that. I'm serious.
Oh, I'm sorry.
What do you want?
I know this is all completely insane, but you do know how rad this is?
People... Actual people can hear us play.
Yeah, it's just I've just had a really, really awful day.
-I gotta go. -Well, I'm sorry you had a bad day,
but three guys just found out that they had a bad 25 years,
and then they found out that the one thing they lived for
in the first place they can still do.
That's pretty rad.
You're right.
-It's just... -Your bad day.
Yeah.
I know.
Look, I'm sorry we came into your life,
but...
what I just felt in there actually made me feel alive again.
We all felt alive again.
So, you can kick us out if you want, but we're not giving up music.
We can play again.
That's a gift no musician would ever turn down.
[sighs]
You gotta know that.
Clearly, your mom is into music.
Was.
She passed away.
I am...
so sorry.
[Alex] Yeah, we... we didn't know.
[sighs]
It's all right.
You guys haven't seen her anywhere, have you?
From wherever you're from.
Um...
No. No, I mean, you're kind of the first person we've seen.
Yeah, but she's not dead, so it doesn't answer her question.
Yeah. I think she knows what we mean.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thanks.
Sorry I got mad.
You guys are kinda good.
Kinda?
Y-Y-You know that's like 25 years of rust just getting dusted off.
-Yeah. Do you play the piano too? -[Julie] No.
No, I don't play. That was my mom's stuff in there.
No way. She's an amazing songwriter.
She was.
Wait. How would you know?
There's a song on the piano. If it's hers...
Your mom was really talented.
I guess...
if you need a place to stay,
you can stay in there.
There's a bathroom in the back
and a couch that turns into a bed if you still use any of that stuff.
Dibs on the shower!
I just really like showers and sometimes the occasional bath.
This...
This is just too weird.
Yeah.
[Alex squeals]
[guys chuckle]