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It won't be long now.

At least she's comfortable.

- There's definitely worse ways to go.
- Mm, amen.

Dysentery was no party.

Shh, I think
it is happening.

Ah. I should sing something
to ease her transition.

Or perhaps don't make
this all about you.

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound. ♪

Who are you?

I am the ghost of
your great-great-grandmother,

Hetty Woodstone.

Hi, I'm Flower.

I wandered over
to your property

from a music festival
in the '60s,

and then I tried
to befriend a bear.

Drugs were involved.

I am Thorfinn. Uh...

I like herring...

She doesn't need
the whole roster.

We are ghosts.

While most spirits
pass on to the afterlife,

we are the unfortunate few
cursed to spend eternity...

Oh, and she's gone.

- Oh, good for her.
- So unfair.

She goes up, we stay here.

In Odin's name, why?

Yeah, it's a real drag.

Now what's going
to happen to the house?

This house was
my pride and joy.

Now it could get sold
to God knows who.

Murderers. Perverts.

Irishmen.

Well, there's no use
milling about up here.

Shall we go
mill about downstairs?

- May as well.
- Yeah, sure.

I just hope someone interesting
moves in, ya know?

Like a ballplayer,
or an astronaut.

Whose life are you guys
hoping to watch next?

Oy. Oh, be quiet.

Oh, my God, this is the house?

Whoa, so-- so we just

- own this now? What's the catch?
- No, no.

There's no catch. As I explained
to your wife on the phone,

her relative passed away
and left her this estate.

Great-Aunt Sophie. I think
I met her when I was a kid,

but I-I thought
she died years ago.

No, no, she just passed.
But the good news is,

you're her next of kin.

Didn't she have a son?

Well, more good news,
he actually did die years ago.

Oh, okay.

Oh, yeah, that's not, um...

How much do you think
we could sell this place for?

Assuming we want to sell.

Uh, yeah, we're not moving
into a 300-year-old house

in the middle of nowhere,
because that would be--

Right, Sam?

Well, it's just
we don't know the facts yet.

- Obviously, yes, we're probably going to sell.
- Yeah.

He thinks I'm a little
impulsive.

Ah, just a smidge.

Well, there are
a limited number of buyers

for a property this size, right?

So, you have your bed
and breakfast operators...

What if we opened
a bed and breakfast?

- Here we go.
- Aren't you sick of the city?

- No.
- We work insane hours to live in a shoebox

that we can barely afford,

and somebody's offering us
a mansion.

Sam, we don't know the first
thing about running a B and B.

You're a chef. That's, like,
half of the Bs right there.

Plus, I can write freelance
articles from anywhere,

so we have income while
we're getting up and running.

That is an annoyingly strong
argument, you have to admit it.

Okay, let's do this.

We haven't seen the place,

so we'll go up there
for the weekend,

- and then we'll talk about it.
- Yes! Thank you.

- It is.
- It is a really nice place.

And it's ours, for free.

There's gotta be something
wrong with it.

Babe, it's so charming.

What could possibly
be wrong with it?

♪ ♪

Okay, so,
it's the summer of '98.

my Lehman Brothers boys and I,
we scooped a copter

to beat the traffic
out to the Hamptons,

'cause that's how we roll.

Anyway, we're on a list

for this very
exclusive shindig

at Surf Lodge in Montauk.

Tara Reid's birthday.

'Nuff said. So...

Yeah, but,

who is Tara Reid?

Seriously?
She was a movie star.

Oh. Silent or talkies,
sweetheart?

Uh, what is a movie again?

It's the-- It's the play
that they project on a screen.

We've been through this.

When you say "project"...

What is "play?"?

God, I hate being
the most recently dead.

Anyway, yada yada yada,
it was a great night. The end.

Okay.

Okay, well,
thank you, Trevor,

for that talk of the day
on partying.

No, it was very
high-level partying.

You don't get it,
so, you know, whatever.

All right, well, tomorrow,
of course, is food club,

when Thor will be explaining
the subtle differences

between types of cod.

It will be similar
to salmon lecture,

but more cod focused.

Ooh.

Oh! Oh!
It's one of those--

how you say--
it's a ship on land.

Landship! Landship!

It's not a landship,
you nincompoop.

That's a horseless carriage.

Bro, check out that body.

Slammin'.

Indeed. He'd have made
a fine militiaman.

Holy crap.

Beats the hell out of our
fifth-floor walkup, huh?

Okay, yeah,
it's impressive,

but can you reach
the fridge from your bed?

I think not.

This air is so clean.

And that guy at the gas station
in town...

- What was his name, Carl?
- Yeah.

Yeah. He was folksy, right?

I mean, he did call me
a woman for wearing

a video game shirt,
which doesn't make any sense,

but, yeah, Carl had
a certain charm.

They're coming in.

Let's go.

Whoa!

Ah, geez, not again.

Wait!

Wow.

Okay, this is huge.

And it's all ours.

I got to admit, it would be nice

to have a little bit of space.

Exactly. New York is
full of people.

We're never alone.

This must be them.

The new folks
that own the house.

Can you believe this place
has been in my family

for six generations?

She's a relative
of yours, Hetty.

Well, I should hope not,
with her exposed knees

and that saucy hairdo.

- At least it's just the two of them.
- Wow.

There's still plenty
of room for us.

Yes. Yes.
Two people is manageable.

Limited commotion.

No old lady bedridden
while disease eats away at her,

but we knew those good times
couldn't last forever.

You know, a young couple
could be really fun to watch.

Oh, hell yeah, they would.

Okay, Trevor.

Before I forget...

- What is that?
- Whoa, whoa.

- What are you doing?
- This is sage.

I'm cleansing the space.

Oh, come on.

Babe, this is Old House 101.

You light this stuff,
and it wards off evil spirits.

What did she say?

Does that work?

Do you really
believe in that?

Better safe than sorry.

- It's actually delightful.
- Oh.

- Yeah, it's divine.
- Oh, lemme hit that.

- I would enjoy a...
- Is that sage or is that her?

- Okay, people, people.
- Reminds me of torched village.

There is enough
spirit repellant for all of us.

Jay, we have a library.

This place is, like,

old school rich.

I know.

I did a little research.

Apparently, my ancestors
who lived here

were actual robber barons.

Like, cartoon evil,
slept-on-a-bed-of-gold types.

I mean, we did that once.

Okay, they actually
seem really nice.

They remind me of
this couple I was married to

when I was on the commune.

And a little of this couple
I was married to

when I was in the cult.

Honestly, it's, like,
way more beat up

than in any of the pictures.

Excuse me?

It could use a little TLC,
but we can fix it up.

Boy, she is really "can do."

I am rooting
for these kids.

I cannot help it.

I'm telling you, babe,

this place is going to make
an amazing hotel.

What is "hotel"?

I'll tell you what a hotel is.

A hotel is
our worst nightmare.

Every room in this house
filled with people

coming and going.

Sleeping in our beds...

Libertines!

And you don't even want
to know about the clutter,

Thorfinn, my fastidious
Viking friend. Ooh!

Why?! Why?!

Trash can right there.

No!

I hate
getting walked through.

It's probably the worst pain
I can think of.

No, wait, arrow through
the neck. That beats it.

Okay, new plan:

kill them!

Uh, we can't kill them.

- Yeah, that's not nice.
- No, I mean

we don't have the ability.

Can't pick up a gun,
can't put their feet in cement

and drop them off
a country bridge.

I went with a bootlegger
for a spell. You hear things.

Plus, even if we could
physically grapple them,

that husband fellow
would overpower us.

I mean,
have you seen his shoulders

and that V-shaped back?

In summary,
we must do something.

Wait, what--
Why don't we just try...

haunting?

We scare them away.
We're ghosts!

- Ooh.
- Whoa!

Yeah!
It's a good plan, right?

Oh, no, sorry, I was just
seeing some major trails.

What are we talking about?

This plan of Trevor's
fills me with discomfort.

The line between
the living and ourselves

is one we should respect.

Who are we to--

Found my jacket!

All right, let's haunt
these bastards out of here.

Hey, Boo-Boo.

- The water from the tap was disgusting.
- Oh.

So, I went to the gas station
and I got us some coffee.

- Aw, thank you.
- Yeah. Carl says hi,

and he called me a snowflake
for wearing flip-flops.

- Classic Carl.
- Yeah.

Okay, gun to your head:
Canary Yellow or Lavender Mist?

Oh, okay, we're
putting up paint. Nice.

Haven't decided if we're staying
but we're putting up paint.

You know what?
I-I think we should just

knock the whole wall down
while we're at it.

Do you think it's load-bearing?

What? What is this?
What are you doing?

Do you even know what sound
you're listening for?

Not sure, but it makes me feel
like Joanna Gaines,

and I'm not mad at that.

- Wanna come be my Chip, big boy?
- Ooh.

Um, yes please.

Wait a minute, why do we only
role-play couples from HGTV?

Please don't kink shame me.

Oh, it's adorable.
There's a bird in our room,

because of course there is.

Okay, you're right, this place
needs a little bit of work.

Here he comes!

Hit the deck!

Now, let's take inventory
of the skills at our disposal.

Thor, as we all know,
is able to do that thing

with the electrics because
he was struck by lightning.

I am powerful.

- Oh, Isaac, what about your thing?
- Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, yes, no, I don't know to
what it is you refer. Okay...

You died of dysentery.

Yeah, it smells like a fart when
the living walk through you.

It's nasty.

- It's not pleasant.
- You stink, you stink.

Okay.

I get it. We all get it.

And trust me, you
don't need to be

so harsh in your
condemnations.

It is far worse for me
than it is for thee.

Okay, moving on. What else?

Well, I was thinking
since Alberta

was a singer in life
and can project her humming

into the world of the living,

what if we had her hum the song

from the movie Ghost
to scare them?

Huh? Kinda
thematic, right?

You know we don't
know what that is, Pete.

Oh, right,
the movie thing.

Welcome to my hell.

You guys would
actually love it.

There was this
amazing scene

where the main girl
was making pottery...

We don't have time for this.

And then this hunky,
shirtless guy comes in...

Well, we do have some time.

The haunting isn't imminent.
Go on.

It's fine. I get it.
I'll hum something scary.

Oh, Trevor has to
do his amazing thing.

That must be
the topper.

Yeah. Do it!

You're very kind.

Come on, Trev.

- Oh, sorry, hold on, it's just...
- You got it, you got it.

- Focus.
- Focus, focus.

You got it.

- Yo, T-money did it!
- Scary!

Oh, it's good!

Troops, I believe we are ready.

Tonight, get your sleep,
for tomorrow we strike!

Yes!

The hot water's not working!

Okay, people, he's coming out.
Man your posts.

Good luck, everybody.
And have fun!

The hot water's out again.

One second!

And... go, Thor!

What the...

Come on.

Ah.

Man down!
Alberta, you're up.

Trevor, you're on deck.

You know, it kinda feels
like I'm opening for Trevor.

Now, I don't need to headline
this haunting, but...

Not now!

Ugh, okay. Fine.

I got the stereo working.

- Cool.
- Go on.

Ugh, babe.

Nice try, that was you.

Are you on a juice cleanse?

Close it out, Trevor.
You're our only hope.

Okay, you can't blame
the other person

when there's only
one other person.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You know I couldn't
produce that if I tried.

Come on, man!

Bring the fortitude.

That is disgusting.

Oh, come on, you gaslighter.

You got a cute butt,
but it's got a foul mouth.

Huh. Haunting is hard.

Ooh, that is rank.

- Shut up.
- All right.

Babe? What are you doing?

I'm gonna fix the water heater.

It's probably
just the gas, right?

This has got to be simple,
just turn the pilot on?

This place is so creepy.

Much better.

- Who are these guys?
- I don't know.

Jay, that looks kinda ancient.

Maybe we should
just call a professional.

No, no.
we're not dumping

a bunch of money
into this house.

Plus, I want to
take a shower now.

Counterclockwise.

Okay, it's just I don't think
you know what you're doing.

- Uh-oh.
- That's not good.

- That should do it.
- That won't do it.

- Think I got it.
- He didn't.

At least they left the light on.

Oh.

Damn it.

- Trevor?
- God.

What-what are you doing?
The livings aren't even here.

No, I know, I know.
This isn't for them.

This is between
T-Money and the vahse.

It's personal.

I've always said vayse.

Sorry.

Can you please...

Aw!

Still freezing.

Okay, well, the good news is

we're going back to New York
this afternoon anyway,

so we can just fix it
when we come back.

You mean if we come back.

Okay, we're having
this conversation.

Sam, um...

I'm just gonna come out
and say it, okay?

Pardon?

I didn't hear you.

I don't want to move here.

Well, this just got interesting.

Very interesting.

Like finding new type
of cod interesting.

Come on.

Okay, a little too close.

Sure. Okay.

Oh, that was--
I was-- That was gonna be it.

- That was gonna be it. Really.
- I know. I felt that.

That was so
close.

I came up here with
an open mind, for sure,

but this whole bed
and breakfast idea...

I mean, come on.

Do we really want
to leave New York?

Jay, I love you,
but you know that you

- Mm.
- get a bit scared of change.

But it's okay
to try something different.

- Yes, I agree and I'm willing to try something different...
- Yes.

below 14th Street.

He's cute-- Funny!

I don't know what it is but I-I
feel a connection to this place.

I could see a future here,
us raising a family.

I want all that, babe,

but-but, we're in
way over our heads.

This place is falling apart.

It is kind of a dump.

Oh, shut up.

We did it!

So, that's it?
We just do what you want?

- If we're both gonna be making some big crazy move...
- Mm-hmm.

- ...then-then we should at least both be able to agree on it.
- Fine!

But you know what, Jay?

Sometimes you
gotta just do something

a little bold, ya know?

Put some Canary Yellow up

and get out of your
neutral-palette mindset.

What? What are you--
What was that?

Neutrals go with everything.

Haven't you learned anything
from Love It or List It ?

Well, I don't know what
any of those words mean,

but I know that he won't
be laying with her

for several moons!

That was amazing.
You're incredible.

Whoa, whoa, watch out!

- Bro, that's not good.
- Sam?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Sam, hey!

:
Sam. Sam! Oh, my God. Sam!

Murderer.

Okay, again,

I didn't mean for her
to trip and fall.

You have to believe me,
I would never intentionally

hurt anyone that hot.

Aw, husband guy looks so sad.

I remember when I died.
Ira looked so scared.

Because he didn't want
to lose me.

And also because he was trying
to get away from the bear.

Could you imagine
if she doesn't make it?

What a terrible
last memory for him.

Ending things in an argument.

Carol and I argued
the last time we spoke.

It's funny,
it felt like such a big deal

at the time, and now I...
can't even tell you

what it was
we were arguing about.

You never think, when
you close that door behind you,

that that'll be the last time
you walk through that door.

But then I had my accident,
and I realized

I'm never gonna
see my wife again.

I'm never gonna get to
speak to her, to hold her,

to tell her how much I love her.

Oh, wait! I remember
what we were fighting about.

She ate all the donut holes,

and she doesn't even
like donut holes.

It was just to spite me.
Which was just like her,

that selfish so-and-so.

Pete.

Uh, the point is...

life is precious.

What is donut hole?

It's just a round donut--

It's what's miss--
It doesn't matter.

♪ ♪

It's a tough loss.

What's wrong?

The Knicks blew a ten-point
lead to the Nuggets. Damn it.

Well, I hope you were
at least this upset

when I was technically dead
for three minutes.

Let's get you home.

Go slow.

Okay.

♪ Home awaiting ♪

♪ In the sky ♪

♪ Oh, in the sky. ♪

Thank you, Alberta.

I don't know how many times
we've heard that song.

487.

But it gets better
every time.

Landship! Landship!

The livings, man!
They're back.

Oh, she's alive.

Oh, thank God.

Wait, is there any scarring?
How's the punim?

I thought we were going home.

Yeah, I just wanted to swing
by the house real quick

and show you something.

So, while you were sleeping
for two weeks...

Coma.

Coma. I had a
contractor come in

just to give us an estimate
on what needs to be done.

And guess what.
It's way more

than I could have
ever imagined.

It's like a new foundation,
it's new floors...

Jay, it's fine.
You know, I'm okay with

selling the place.

I had some time to think,
and you were right.

I think the whole
bed and breakfast idea

was probably crazy.

Well, then, call me crazy,

'cause we're doing it.

Hey, Mikey, how you doing?

What's going on?

That's the contractor.

If we're gonna make
a go of this,

we're gonna need some help.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We're staying?!

We're doubling down, baby!

I maxed out the credit cards,
I cashed in the IRA,

despite the very vocal
objections of my father.

News flash:
we're deeply in debt.

If this bed and breakfast fails,
we're really screwed.

I don't understand.
What happened?

Almost losing you made me
realize that I don't care

where we live, because as
long as I'm with you,

I'm home.

Was it corny?
Did it sound corny?

I'm not gonna lie,
I practiced it.

It was so corny.

Show me the house!

Aw, they made up.

I'm very glad Samantha is okay.

Me, too. Wait.

Who are these other people?

It looks like
a construction crew.

O'Malley.

Electricians,
check the main panel.

- Look out for loose wirings.
- Got it.

Roofers, be careful up there.

Harness required,
and make sure you know

where you're dropping the tiles.

On it!

Oh, you're dressed
kind of nice

for a construction worker.

Hey. Hey, babe.

Come with me,
there's one more thing

- I want to show you.
- Oh.

Got a surprise.

Come on. Hey, hey, easy.

So that's it, then.

They're going through with
this hotel situation.

We'll be overrun.

The clutter!

Okay, yes, the hotel
will be a nightmare,

but gosh darn it,
I did miss those crazy kids.

She talked to me! She
talked to me! She talked to me.

And I think she kinda hit on me,
I'm not entirely sure,

but there was definitely
a spark.

But she talked to me!

Good God.

Please, lower your hands.

And... baa-dow.

Uh-uh, what is that?

That is the Canary Yellow
you wanted.

You painted the room.

I know, I know.

You know, I wasn't sure
about it at first,

but it's growing on me.

- What the hell?
- Yeah, yeah, you're right.

It's a lot of yellow.
Oh, you know what we could do?

We could put up
a muted accent wall.

This can't be real.

Okay, you're not loving it.

It's no big deal.
It's just paint.

Oh, my God.

What are you looking at?

- I think you're right. She can see us.
- Uh-huh.

Who are you?

Uh, hi,
I'm Jay, I'm your husband.

Do you need to lie down?

I can explain.

We are ghosts,
those poor spirits

who dwell on, compelled
for reasons unknown to...

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ISAAC:
We are ghosts.

While most spirits pass on

to the afterlife, we are

cursed to spend eternity...

- (gasps)
- Oh, and she's gone.

Now what's going
to happen to the house?

This must be them, the new
folks that own the house.

Why don't we just
try haunting?

Oh!

We scare them away.
We're ghosts!

- We did it!
- (shouts)

PETE:
W-Watch out!

(gasps)

- Oh.
- (gasps)

Oh, my God! Sam? Sam!

I hope
you were at least as upset

when I was technically dead
for three minutes.

- This can't be real.
- JAY: What are you looking at?

- I think you're right. She can see us.
- Uh-huh.

(screams)

(bird cawing)

(sighs)

(soft clattering)

(gasps)

(sighs):
Ah.

Hello!

(both screaming)

(grunts)

Well?

Yup, she can still see us.

Yes!

Also, she's apparently
a little cranky

before she's had her coffee.

♪ ♪

Troops, never before have we
possessed the ability

to communicate with a Living.

We are in uncharted waters.

Those are worst type of waters,
unless, of course, you find cod.

ISAAC:
This opens up intriguing

possibilities
to get them to leave.

Namely: diplomacy.

Thankfully,
you're looking

at the man who negotiated an end

to the Siege
of Fort Ticonderoga.

You surrendered unconditionally
to the British.

But we lived
to fight another day.

You died of dysentery
two weeks later.

Did I?

Thank you. Thank you.

Point is: I'm good at talking.

Don't talk to enemy,
destroy them.

Then toast their deaths
with horns full of mead!

Okay, that boy has
some serious anger issues.

Why do we have to make
the Livings leave?

It just seems
like such a bummer.

Because, they're planning
on turning my beloved

Woodstone Mansion into a hotel,
that's why. We'll be overrun!

Exactly! We can't let
these invaders take our land.

Do you hear it? At all?

Do you hear the words
that you're saying?

PETE:
You know, we don't have

to talk her into leaving
or destroy anyone.

We could just befriend her and
ask her not to open the hotel.

So, no hotel, but the hot chick
stays? I like that plan.

Yeah, could be useful to have
a Living that we can talk to.

Ooh, I can get her
to look into the details

surrounding my
mysterious death.

Oh, please. You had
a heart attack.

- Which was likely brought on by poisoning.
- Okay.

My death, like my life,
was spectacular. Had to be!

No way I went out from something
boring like a busted ticker.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

My doc was pretty worried
about my blood pressure.

Luckily, didn't turn out
to be a problem. (laughs)

Oh, what happened?

There's an arr...
we've been through this.

Jay! Where were you?

I was in the attic.

Are you okay?

Jay, they're back.
I woke up,

- and one was in the bathroom...
- Whoa, whoa, okay, okay.

These are just residual effects
from your accident.

- What happened?
- I ran into the door

when I tried to attack him
with a toilet brush.

Um, is that like to ghosts what
wooden stakes are to vampires?

It was the only thing handy!

Please don't make fun of me.
I really saw one.

Okay, okay. Um, have you seen
one since you hit your head?

No.

Do you think somehow hitting my
head the second time cured me?

I mean, if you haven't seen one
since you hit your head,

- you're probably out of the woods.
- Oh, my God.

They're back! They're here.
They're all behind you.

Hello! Sorry
about before.

I don't see anybody.

I would like to formally
open negotiations to discuss

- your withdrawal from Woodstone Mansion.
- Hear, hear.

There's a hippie and a Viking.

- Be gone!
- Peace!

And a guy dressed like Hamilton.

Hamilton? How do you
know about Hamilton?

One of them's not wearing
any pants.

Oh, yeah? You like that?

Hi. Alberta.

Can you help me find out
who murdered me?

Hey, babe, remember
what the doctor said.

You-you might experience
some visual disturbances.

(gasping):
I'm sorry.

Y-You're talking
about Alexander Hamilton?

Did that little twerp
become famous?

- Wait. Isn't that the guy on the ten-dollar bill?
- The what?

They seem really real.

- Well, of course we're real!
- We're right here.

- He's on paper currency?
- THORFINN: You're hearing us!

Okay, but what do you think
is more likely? Do you think

you're seeing ghosts,
or do you think

you're suffering symptoms
of a severe concussion?

ALL: Ghosts.

Yeah.

Obviously.

Concussion.

- (overlapping chatter)
- No!

They're all in your head.

You just ignore them,
and they'll go away.

- Ignore us?
- Well, that's rude.

You go get some rest

because your man is
taking care of business.

- Do you know how that works?
- Mm... Oh.

No. No, I do not.

- But the Internet does.
- The Internet?

It's an invention for looking
up stock prices and porn.

I'm gonna let the contractors
handle the big things.

But you know what? Papa Bear's
gonna save some money

where I can,
because we're not all

Mr. Moneybags here, am I right?

(gasps)
From where

did you find this awful painting
of my philandering husband?

- Oh, yeah, Elias. I remember when he sat for that painting.
- Mm.

- And then when he slept with the artist.
- Yeah.

Okay, I guess
I'll just go lie down.

You're gonna be better
in no time.

The bones have spoken,

and they foresee
your doom!

Right. Thanks.

(drill whirring)

(all exclaiming)

(groans)

What are you doing
in my room?

- Oh, yeah, this is gonna make a dope man cave.
- What?

A cave of men?
What does that even mean?

(drill whirring)

(both gasp)

Oh, no.

What are... what are you...
what are you doing?

Oh, hey, Hetty. This is fun.

(gasps)
This is not fun.

This horrible man has destroyed
the sanctity of our rooms.

Oh, it's like we're roommates.

You got this.

(drill whirs)

- Oh.
- Oh!

- Crap.
- Are you mad?

You've made it even bigger!

No, no, no, don't walk away!

Yay!

Hey, who's your favorite
boy ghost?

I'd say Thor,
but he really scares me,

but I kind of like that.

You know what?
No. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

ISAAC:
This Jay fellow has

ruined our ability
to communicate

with Samantha by convincing her
that we are not real!

Which is a serious setback.

In the face of which,
a lesser leader

might give up.

Like, for instance--
oh, I don't know--

Hamilton.

Dude is obsessed.

Mm.

He was a terrible commander.
He was all about himself!

Whereas I-- I was known
for making men under me happy.

How are we supposed
to befriend Sam,

or "drive her from the land,"

yeah, yeah,
if she's just ignoring us?

Enemy's not supposed to ignore.
It hurts feelings.

We don't let her ignore us.

We do the same thing
I did in '98

when Lizzie Grubman told me
the list was closed

for Diddy's White Party.
We keep bugging her!

- What kind of party?
- What is "Diddy"?

It's a jaunty little song.

The references
are not important!

The point is,
we don't give up.

We keep bugging her.
Now is when we double down!

So simple, yet so brilliant.

Thank you.

We don't allow her to ignore us.

- (laughs)
- Yes.

Yes, we will pester her

- in the kitchen.
- (others agreeing)

And we will annoy her
in the living room.

- Yeah!
- My idea.

We will make her life
a living hell

so she has no choice
but to finally acknowledge us!

- Yes!
- Yes!

And then we drive them
from this land!

- Yes!
- Or have a nice, friendly chat!

- That one. You do that one.
- (overlapping chatter)

She will rue the day!

Chop their legs off,
hang them from trees!

- Roll it back. It's too much!
- You're making it weird.

PETE:
Hi there!

Hello?

All right, I know
you're actively ignoring us,

but that's okay.

I was married for 16 years,
so I get it.

(laughs)

Ah. Oh, you looked at me.

She looked at me!
Ooh, it's working.

Aah! Death to our enemies!

Is it getting any better?

Um...

Now who would want me dead?

I was a beloved
jazz singer.

Not really.

(yawns): I'm sorry, sweetie.

I'm sure it'll be
better tomorrow.

Okay, there was
one person.

She thought I was having
an affair with her husband.

(laughs)
I was sleeping with him,

but she didn't know that,
so in a way,

I kind of wasn't
as far as she knew.

FLOWER:
So then the bear raised his arms
to attack me,

but the shrooms were kicking in,

and I thought
he just wanted a hug.

You know, how everyone talks
about bear hugs?

They're not talking
about hugs from actual bears.

Can you please stop talking?
I'm trying to sleep.

Oh, yeah. No, totally.
Yeah, no, I'm so tired, too.

Why do we sleep?

I don't know.

When I was at Woodstock,

I didn't sleep at all, 'cause
I didn't want to miss anything,

especially the Grateful Dead.

I was a huge "Deadhead,"
which was ironic,

because I wasn't
even dead at the time.

I don't care.

(gasps)

Look, I get it.

Who wants to think they're
seeing ghosts? It's scary.

You know what's scarier?
Eternity.

So, I find ways to break it up,
create some drama.

Like yesterday,
I told Alberta

that Hetty said
she didn't like her hat.

Now, did Hetty
really say that?

Well, I will take that answer to
my grave, which will never come.

Which is why I have
to do this kind of stuff.

Oh, hi there. I'm Steve.

Unbelievable.
Jay, there's another one!

He's a big guy
with a greasy beard.

- Hey.
- JAY: Hey, babe.

Have you met Steve?

Here you go.

Wait. You can see him?

W-What's happening?

Sam, Steve! He's here
to help us with the cable.

Who is this man?
Another invader?

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry, Steve.

I haven't been sleeping well.
It's great to meet you.

Um, that should about do it.
I went ahead

- and gave you three months of the sports package.
- Cool.

He too shall
feel our wrath.

Shut up,

uh...

♪ About that sports
package, Steve. ♪

What a deal!

Yeah. R-Right?

I'm-I'm...
I'm gonna test her out.

(cheering)

ANNOUNCER:
The Vikings were known

for their prowess
on the battlefield,

often overpowering...

What is this...
magical window?

Hello!

Oh, okay. Well, I'm down
for a stroll. (laughs)

Where we headed?
On behalf of my fellow ghosts,

- I'd just like to welcome you to...
- You're not real.

I mean, I'm not technically
alive, but I am real.

No, you're not.

- You're answering me.
- No, I'm not.

Okay, I thought
of a couple other people

who may have wanted me dead.

Any chance you could
hop the train down to Memphis

- and knock on some doors?
- Hey, am I crazy,

or is there chemistry here?

This isn't happening!

I know.
I didn't expect this, either.

ISAAC:
Okay, so this machine
truly has access

to the entire breadth
of human knowledge?

Yeah, pretty much.

Okay, I need you to look up
"Alexander Hamilton" on this.

(laughs)

Do you know how long
it would take me

to type all those letters?

- I must know what he went on to do.
- (scoffs)

He haunts me,
and I'm a damn ghost.

(sniffles)

Okay, buddy, stand back.

Let me work my magic.

(rhythmic exhaling)

(inhales sharply)

My God, the pageantry.

- Do you want this, or not?
- Yes. No, I do.

- Shh!
- I... I like it.

Ah...

Come on! Come on!

You've got it!
You've got it!

- Ah...
- And...

- Ah!
- (laughs)

Mm-mm.
Mm-mm.

- Oh, amazing. Okay, next letter. Next letter!
- Oh...

Mmm. Thor can smell
the salty brine.

- There's my toolbox.
- ANNOUNCER: The preparation for the cod hunt

was a ritual of great importance

- in Viking society.
- Look at you.

Come on! Electricity!

Oh, by the loins of Freya, why?

Small man?!

(water dripping)

Well, if it isn't
"Mr. Fix It."

Why has he got a hammer?

Who knows?

- Okay.
- Oh, no, no.

Oh, no. Oh, you fool!

- What are you doing?
- Is he crazy, man?

Stop it! Just stop it!

God, I know we're dead,
but he's trying to kill us.

"Psychotic breaks."

- Okay, that's me.
- HETTY: A moment of your time.

- That's also me.
- You must repair my wall.

I cannot spend another night
listening

to that bohemian blather away.
I won't do it!

Bring back my people
to the thing--

the sorcerer's window!

You are a strong, sane woman.

You are a strong,
sane woman!

Hey, big head.

I don't want you anyway.

See? Say something negative,
get 'em off balance.

- Oh, I don't know why I didn't start with this.
- "Depression,

difficulty concentrating..."

JAY:
Babe, can you please
bring me my screwdriver?

Sure thing.

She moves!

Do not walk away from me!

She can't move too fast with
those slightly-too-large ankles!

This is genius.

- You cannot escape us!
- (gasps) Oh!

No way I'm going
down there.

No, no, they...
they are terrifying.

Jay, I think there's something
very wrong... Oh, my God!

- What?
- What do you mean, "what?"

There's a bunch
of zombies down here.

Zombies?
Zombies aren't real.

We are ghosts.
We all died of cholera.

It wasn't great.

Babe, I think you really
just need some more rest.

We are way past rest. We need
to go to a hospital now.

Okay. Well, I'll drive you.

Red valve. Tell him...

(loud, overlapping chatter)

Please turn the red valve!

Can you turn the red valve?

- What?
- Can you just turn the red valve?

It-it's kind of urgent,
if you like the house.

- MAN: There you go!
- WOMAN: Yes.

How did you know
about the red...?

Can we get the hell out
of here, please?

Okay.

No. Wait. Don't do that.

- Oh, come on...
- Oh. Nuts.

I'm just saying, it's been
three days, and I'm not feeling

any better, so I'm starting
to freak out.

Well, I have to be honest.

I don't think this
will get better.

- What?
- It seems as if your accident left you so close

to death, that you somehow
obtained the ability

- to actually see dead people.
- (laughs)

That can't be possible...

It is quite rare,
but I've seen it before.

The last time was
around 85 years ago.

Wait. How-how old are you?

Well, I was about 50
when I died.

Now, sorry about that.

I'll let you visit
with your living doctor.

- What seems to be troubling you?
- (gasps)

She's excellent, by the way.

THORFINN (laughing):
This is amazing.

The plan's working!

Working? Thor,
she ran off screaming.

We've driven her insane.

Oh, what does it matter?
Nothing matters.

- What's up with soldier boy?
- Isaac had me look up

"Alexander Hamilton"
on Jay's computer.

His list of accomplishments
was even grander

than I could have imagined.

And then we looked up Isaac.

"...graduated Dartmouth,
died of dysentery."

That's it?
That's all it says?!

I was mentioned in but one
academic journal, in a footnote.

I'm literally a footnote
in history!

Well, Dartmouth is very good.

(coughing):
Safety school.

My life meant nothing.

Whereas my rival is known
to this day.

There was even a musical
about him!

You're really fixated
on that musical thing.

Well, this might come
as a shock to you,

- since you see me as this tough military type...
- Mm.

...but musical theater
is actually a passion of mine.

Hmm.

I'm just saying, maybe we
should have just stuck around

for a little while,
heard her out.

Maybe done the MRI?

There's no point.

They're not gonna
find anything,

because I now know
there's nothing wrong with me!

Okay, but the
doctor said...

That was the living doctor!

Of course she thinks
I'm delusional.

She's not trained for this.
But the ghost doctor...

Okay, that's where
you start to lose me.

If the ghosts were
all in my head,

I'd be seeing the same ones
at the hospital

as I do back at the house,
but they're not.

I see different ones
in different places.

Like that guy. Hey, bud.

What guy?

I know it's not great news,
but at least I'm not crazy.

No, no, Jay,
look out!

(tires screech)

Phew. They were already dead.

- Sorry.
- What?!

Just drive.

I can't. I can't. I-I...

Listen, I know this is
a lot, but I'm with you.

No matter what, in
sickness and in health.

Okay? Because I love you.

- Aw. He's a keeper.
- (gasps)

Hold that thought.

What was that?

- Sam?!
- Sam?

- Sam?
- Sam?

Hold on. Hold up, Sam!

Sam, was there one in the car?

Sam, was there one
in the car?

- (door opens)
- PETE: She's coming. Here she comes!

Ooh!

Okay, fine.
I see all of you,

I admit your existence. Happy?

Well, I mean, what is happy?

It's a good step, babe.

Great. But this
is our house now.

We inherited it, so, it is
time for you all to leave.

It has been nice
to meet you, thank you,

but you can go haunt
someone else now.

(laughter)

She's funny, too.
That's great.

ALBERTA:
Girl,

we can't leave.

Yeah, you just sort of stay
where you die.

And how you die.

It's your classic
haunted house.

So, it seems
it's the two of you

who should leave,
thank you kindly.

Well, that's not happening.

We've already sunk all
our money into this place.

Plus, I see dead people
wherever I go,

so leaving doesn't even help me.

Okay, I'm back
to freaked out again.

Babe, just a second.

It seems like we're stuck
with each other.

But it is not going to go on
like this,

with all of you up in my face
all of the time.

So, what is it going to take
for you to leave me alone?

Huh? What do you want?

You! Viking guy,
what do you want?

I want to see my people
in the magic box once a day!

- What?
- He wants to watch a show about Vikings on TV.

- Fine.
- Yes!

You, Wolf of Wall Street,
what do you want?

Leave him, kill yourself,
become a ghost and get with me.

But let's keep it casual.

- Gross. You.
- What'd he say?

I heard you mention
you were a writer.

I'd like you
to pen my biography, so that

history may know my name.

Now that is actually
quite interesting.

And then take that book,
and adapt it

into an award-winning
Broadway musical.

I want you to invite
the descendants

of the ten most likely suspects
of my murder to a dinner party.

Find out who did it,
and exact revenge.

(laughs)
No.

- Uh, you, Woodstock-- what do you want?
- Woodstock?

Uh, I'm easy.
Just world peace.

And an end
to bear attacks?

Sure. You? Downton Abbey?

Take down that painting
of my awful husband,

and patch up the hole your
awful husband put in my wall.

He's not awful when
you get to know him.

- Wait a minute.
- You, next.

I'd like the entire Hudson
Valley returned to the Lenape.

Barring that, maybe keep
the radio on in the afternoons?

- Mm, excellent idea.
- That's a good one.

- Yes!
- We could use some beats in here.

- Oh, I'd love to dance.
- ALBERTA: Play my album, Bonsoir.

- That would be fun.
- Okay, so that is everybody.

(clears throat)

Oh, what about you?

I just wanted to
say hi and welcome.

Hi.

Welcome! (laughs)

Wow. So, everybody feeling good?

I'm pretty far
from good.

Ah, my husband still thinks
I'm nuts.

You know what? Follow me.

SAMANTHA:
Okay, now

ignite the flame, and
release the gas knob slowly.

- (clicking)
- Okay.

Now hit it twice on
the side, right there.

- Hit it?
- Seriously.

Okay, now turn the gas knob on,
and you'll hear a "whoomph."

Nothing.

Actually, a little past "on."
The calibration's off.

It's been wonky for
the last 40 years or so.

- (whoosh)
- Whoa. Whoa.

See? How else would
I know any of this?

Okay. Well, I guess
I believe you.

And... thank you.

They say, "You're welcome."

"They"? There's two of them?

Yup.

Are we done here?

SAMANTHA:
Oh.

- All taken care of?
- Yup.

Yup, covered the hole right up.

This is not the solution.
This is worse!

I demand you remedy
this posthaste!

If you're here,
you're welcome.

- Are you starting a new article?
- Toying around

- with a book idea, actually.
- Ooh.

Mm-mm-mm. More writey-writey,
less talky-talky.

Now, where was I?

- You were telling me about your wife.
- Huh?

Oh, no. No, not you.
It's a... it's a ghost thing.

All right. Well, uh, have fun.

ISAAC:
Ah, yes, Beatrice.

She was a handsome woman.

We slept in separate bedrooms,

to keep the flame
of our passion burning bright.

Now, let's talk
military service.

I was a beloved commander,
though I was known for

riding my men hard.

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