Fine. But no high C during my scat solos. That’s a rule.
Sam, you’re breaking up. It sounds like you’re calling from inside a microwave that’s fighting a dial-up modem.
No. It’s allergies. From the… ghost pollen. ghosts s01e05 m4a
Wait. If this radio belonged to a bootlegger from the 20s, and I just heard a woman singing… Jay, I think the house has a ghost we’ve never met.
Okay, so the theory is—if I can find the right frequency, maybe I can speak to you without yelling and looking like I’m arguing with a possessed coat rack. Sam, you’re breaking up
I’m trying to lock onto the signal.
My name is Lorna. Lorna Del Rio. I used to sing at the Clover Club in Brooklyn. Then I sang at a speakeasy… right where you’re standing. Until the night of the raid. It’s allergies
A new ghost? We have eight already! That’s like a full minivan of the damned!
