And that truth can in turn be an illusion,

created, distorted, by grief.

Do you believe in ghosts, Dr. Price?

No, ma'am. Why would I?

Offering my staff that bill would be greatly appreciated.

Even the nickel inside the bill

would be a respectable start.

Really! Silly illusions?

Do you take me for a fool?

No, ma'am. I do not.

No more diversions from reality.

No more parlor tricks.

And your medication will have to be confiscated.

Mrs. Winchester, I'm sorry, but I must insist, I'm not a child...

- This is my home, Dr. Price. - And I will not be...

You will obey my rules.

If you want me to open up this house for you,

you need clarity.

Do you have another question for me?

Yes, ma'am.