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No, I-- I get it, Gina, I do.

If not now, then when?
And, you know,

Halloween would
make a great anniversary

considering how much Malcolm
loves my candy corn cupcakes.

Look, you just need to follow
through with it.

We've been friends for years.
What am I supposed to do?

-Just grab him and kiss him?
-Yes.

Do it all while you're
setting up for the party.

But the problem is
Mal has to work late.

So even if I wanted
to kiss him--

Then do it right
when he gets there.

Hi, Malcolm.

Yeah.
No, I don't think so.

Then you say something like,
"I've loved you since--" Oh,

Henry, it's the New Zealand job
on the other line.

- I've got to run.
- Okay. Yeah.

I'll see you tonight.

Argh!

- Hey, Mal!
- Hey.

-You finally made it.
-Trick or treat.

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

Hello, trick or treat!

Hey, you! It's about time
you got here.

-I'm sorry I'm late.
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, but I think
that Henry filled me in.

So, the Ouija board
just spelled "cake."

And you brought an actual orb
from the spirit world?

Uh, and Gina also brought Carl.
Carl, Malcolm. Mal, Carl.

- It's very nice to meet you.
- Carl just
moved to L.A.

I couldn't leave him
alone on Halloween.

-Mm, yeah, you really could.
-No, I could not have.

Besides, we need an even number
for the Ouija board to work.

I'm gonna have to object
to any sentence that includes

both the words "Ouija board"
and "work."

- Carl's skeptic.
- Help me out here.

What's not working about Ouija
board that announces dessert?

Speaking of dessert.

Yes. Oh, thank you, Henry,
and baby Jesus.

I thought I would be here
too late for your epic
candy corn cupcakes.

So you two have been
together for--

Oh, oh. We're not together.

No, God, no.
Uh, we're friends.

And-- But yeah, we've been
friends for more than 12 years.

- It's a long time.
- It is.

They have the most amazing
meet cute.

Malcolm was the R. A.
in Henry's freshman dorm.

Meet cute? Are you kidding me?

We met in the bathroom after
my first ever college party.

I was throwing up.
I'm still so sorry.

Oh, no, you've long
since paid me back.

It's that Mal stayed in there
with you all night long

-that makes it so damn cute.
-Just doing my job, ma'am.

Oh, hey, Henry,
I've been meaning to ask you.

Any recent sightings
of hot neighbor guy?

Uh...

...I may have seen him again
this morning.

I don't believe I've heard
about hot neighbor guy.

You're gonna make a move on him?

Kiss him passionately,
throw him to the ground,

fuck his brains out?

God, who raised you?

He's just a new neighbor
who's... hot.

I saw him last week.
His real name should be

-"Red hot neighbor guy."
-Red?

Red is the color
of the recently deceased.

Okay, are you gonna...

...explain that or just
private joke me to death?

-They went
to a seance last week.
-Oh, really?

It was research for
a segment I'm producing.

That's where I got the orb.

It was fun. Right, Carl?

So much fun.

There was a spirit guide
named Pat.

And every other word
out of her mouth was

"Red is the color
of the recently deceased."

She was a little over the top.

Did anything red show up?

Uh, you are adorable.

Sadly, no. We didn't make
contact with the spirit world

because the dimensional portal
failed to open.

Mm, you didn't make contact

because there's no such thing
as ghosts.

That we know of. And they prefer
to be called spirits.

Oh.

Oh.

Boom. The orb.

Oh. Whoa!

Oh, it's like a giant mood ring.

That's exactly what I said.

"Orb from the spirit world,"
my Black ass.

It reacts to the heat
from your hands, case closed.

Malcolm, show a little respect.

It's not a snow globe.

My mood ring never did that.

God, maybe I'm dead.

Oh, I guess
I shouldn't be worried

unless it turns red, right?

Oh, kind of like
red hot neighbor guy.

-Maybe he's dead.
-Only if you kill him
in a jealous rage.

-What?
-Will you look at the time?

It is the bewitching hour, Carl.

- We must go.
- Oh.

Oh, no, no, Henry.

Don't walk us out.
You have things to do.

Okay, bye.

You don't have to do that.

Well, the orb still isn't red,
so I guess the ghost maid
isn't gonna make it tonight.

Okay, here, here, give it to me.

Thank you.

So tell me more
about hot neighbor guy.

Oh...
there's not much to--

He just moved in
across the street.

Are you going to, uh...

How did Gina put it?

"Throw him down and, uh,
kiss him passionately?"

Or, maybe slightly
more reasonably,
ask him out on a date?

And break
my forever alone streak?

I don't think so.

-Do you want to--
-Do you mind if I crash
on your couch tonight?

I have an early appointment
with a new client tomorrow

and all of that sugar is, uh,

about to make my eyes
roll back in my head.

Of course,
I have to get up early too

to finish up the photo
edits for the Succulent
and Plant Society.

What kind of a name is that?

-Be nice.
-Oh, yeah, tough guy.

Oh.

-Listen--
-Malcolm, I--

Sorry, go ahead.

-You go first.
-No, no, you.

Gina thinks my forever alone
streak would magically disappear

if I just...

What the hell?

I think the shenanigans part
of Halloween has begun,

although I'm not sure why it
suddenly started thundering.

Malcolm?

Oh, God, okay. You don't have
to pretend to be asleep.

We don't have to talk,
I shouldn't have kissed you.

I'm sorry if
I made you uncomfortable.

Hey, Mal, it's me.

Uh, your car is gone, so
you must have left pretty early.

And I know that you're at that
meeting, so no worries, um--

I just wanted to let you know
that your bag's here

in case that you need it.

Today's a running day
for me, so...

...I'll be out
for about an hour.

Look, I'm really sorry if
I made things weird last night.

Okay. Bye.

Where's my phone?

What time is it?

Whoa.

Okay.

Ooh.

Henry, what was
in those cupcakes?

Oh.

Shit!

Henry, I was supposed to be out
of here two hours ago.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Whoa, that was weird.

Hey, Henry, are you home?

Whoa.

Man, something is not right.

Are you kidding me?

What the hell?

Am I high?

Hello, marathon man.

Thanks for waking me up.

Also what the hell was
in those cupcakes?

-Because there's something
really wrong with me.
-Uh-huh.

Total disaster.

Yeah, I-- I did it,
I kissed him.

But then some kid prank knocked
on the front door and...

...when I came back,
he was asleep,

or pretending to be asleep.

-I'm not sure which is worse.
-Wait, you kissed

who? When?

Oh, no.

Remember when I took
that dark room workshop

and you're like, "Why don't
you make prints of that
cute guy you told me

you're still crushing on?"
Only I wouldn't tell you
who it was and--

What do you want me
to say, Gina?

Yes, I've had a crush
on Mal since forever.

Wait. What?

No, they're not creepy.

Anyway, I forgot about them.

But it looks like Malcolm
found them before he left.

You're damn right I found them.

But, hello, I am over here.

Because he dumped them all over
the floor and then took off.

Took off? I am right here!

Yeah, Mal was out of here
before I woke up.

What's kind of weird though
is that he didn't take his bag.

No, what's weird is that
I am standing right here

and you're pretending
not to see me! Hey--

Wow. Windy out.

Hey.

What is happening?

Of course, I left him a message.

I'm starting
to get really worried.

He usually calls back
right away.

That's strange.
One of Malcolm's photos...

Never mind.
What were you saying?

Okay, that's fine.

I can play this
I-can't-see-you game all day.

Hmm, try not to see this.

Oh, God,
this shit is really heavy.

This weird thing
keeps happening.

I just picked up
one of Malcolm's photos and...

...all of a sudden
it's on the floor again.

Unless you really
can't see or hear me.

It's probably nothing.

Yeah, I have to take a shower
and clear my head.

Oh, yeah, great.
Yeah, come on over.

Okay, sure. Alright.

Oh, will you let me know
if he calls you?

Thanks.

Okay, okay.

You win, okay? Just stop.

I really don't
remember kissing you

and I didn't have a clue
you had a crush on me.

Okay, I had a clue but I didn't
want to lose you as a friend,

which is how it happens
for me I--

I get involved, I fuck it up,
I lose a friend.

Um, excuse me.

You really can't see...

-Henry?
-I'm in the kitchen,
I'll be right there.

Gina, Carl, please tell me
you can see me

-because Henry can't, and I
think it has something to do--
-How are you doing?

Not too fucking well,
if I'm being honest

because you can't see me either.

Uh, that's the one that
kept ending up on the floor.

And you said the windows were
shut so there wasn't a breeze?

- Hmm.
- Wait for it.

It sounds like
you have a ghost.

Well, I guess that means
I'm really in trouble

because I know
you've seen the movies,

I'm Black and I'm gay.

He's going to kill me twice.

Do you want me to call Pat,

-that spirit guide?
-No, God.

I'm pretty sure
she does exorcisms.

Nobody ever wants
you to call Pat.

Listen, Malcolm's
drama is human drama.

You move throughout a room,
you create your own breeze.

It happens. Look at me
in my eyes and repeat after me.

This train does not stop
at crazy town.

-Holy shit.
-He's right.

I was pacing
and this drama is very human.

I kissed Mal,
he freaked and he ran,

I'm gonna call him again
and apologize again,

and then
he's gonna call me back,

and everything
will go back to normal.

"Red is the color
of the recently deceased."

Holy shit.

Hey, Mal, it's me again.

Look, I-- I'm really sorry
I overstepped.

Just please call me
or-- or Gina.

Just call anyone,
so I know you're okay.

But I'm not, I'm not okay.

I'm dead.

The...

- ...- orb, the orb turned...
- turned red.

The orb turned red.

I'm a motherfucking ghost.

Does anyone want
anything to drink?

I wouldn't say no
to some coffee.

How did I die though?

There must have been
a car accident, but then--

Oh, my God, where's my body?

Am I lying in a ditch?

I am lying in a ditch
and coyotes are eating my face

or, God, my balls,
and you're serving cupcakes?

Oh, God, you don't know
that I'm dead.

Oh, God, I'm dea--

Wow, it's getting windy again.

But if I'm lying in a ditch...

...being fought over
by face-eating coyotes,

then why am I here?

Huh?

Why did ghost me
come to your house, Henry,

to-- to haunt you, huh?

Is it because you know I'm dead?

Was it murder? Huh?

Huh.

The photos.

Were you stalking me?

Oh, my God.

What if I'm not in a ditch?

What if instead of in a ditch

I'm buried in your backyard
and instead of coyotes

eating my face, it's--
it's worms and snakes,
and-- and slug--

When did
it get so windy?

It's been a really weird day.

I just wish Malcolm would call.

Except you're so worried.

You didn't murder me.
Oh, you could never murder me.
I--

I mean, I love you, but you're
just not that good of an actor.

Oh, God, you're going to be
so upset when they find my body.

Henry, I'm so sorry that I died.

Try to get some sleep.

I'm sure Mal
will show up in the morning.

Meanwhile,
I think it's safe to say

-that you are not being
haunted by ghosts.
-Ha!

Bye.

So, I'm dead...

...and you don't
believe I exist.

On the bright side though,
I think I figured out
how to walk again.

How am I supposed to think
with the television on, huh?

No, no, no.

I may be dead, but I am here.

Fine.

You win.
It's a shitty day anyway.

Well, I'm not sleepy.

There's something
that nobody talks about,

about being a ghost.

Well, obviously,
this is really bothering you.

Whoa, I--

I just touched you.
I thought I couldn't touch you.

Huh.

Holy shit.

- Is someone there?
- God.

So windy.

Oh, God.

Well, let's see
you ignore this, hmm?

Huh, perfect timing.

Well, no,
I did not call or text,
but if you look right here.

Okay, you want to put
a robe on or no? Nothing?

No, no. Motherfucker!

Good, you're only mostly naked.

Listen. I am here
and you have to deal with me.

Wow.

Weird.

No, not weird. Scary.

Be scared.

I'm haunting you
and it's fucking hard to do!

-Malcolm?
-Henry?

How did you see me?

Uh, see me again.

Great.

Now I'm hallucinating.

Okay, I know.
I'm sorry, you're working,

but you have
to pay attention to me.

Huh.

-Really?
-Yes, let's play our game.

It's fine.
I can do this all day.

I can do this forever.

Wait.

That's fine.

I can press other stuff.

Okay.

Okay, all right.

Now that I have your attention,

let me try to bring up some kind
of word, doc or something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Fine, fine!

Don't tell me
where you're going,

or when you'll be back.

I'll just be here.

For eternity.

Just kind of dead.

Very dead.

Very much regretting I did not
kiss you when I had the chance.

What you been up to?

Ooh.

Oh, Thai food.

I miss Thai food.

Gina, hey, any word from--

No, me neither.

Yeah, I did.

In fact, I spent
the entire day checking out

hospitals and...

...and morgues.

Christ, I'm sorry.

No, no, I didn't find him,
thank God.

Yeah, yeah.

There's no record of his car
being towed or impounded
either, so...

Yeah, Malcolm has vanished
off the face of the earth.

I'm right here.

Yeah, I'm gonna
be up late tonight

didn't get any work
done today, so...

In fact, I probably better
get to it.

Okay.

All right.

Henry, it's Malcolm.

And I think you can only
hear me when you're asleep,

-so stay--
-Holy shit!

Malcolm, are you really there?

Wow, could I sound any crazier?

I have to pee.

Wow, what the hell?

Ta-da.

Stand in front of the mirror,

-maybe I can see you there.
-No need to shout.

I'm dead, not deaf.

But you're talking to me,
that's an improvement.

But you still
can't see me.

This is insane.

I'm definitely losing it.

- Hello.
- Gina.

Remember that time
you and Malcolm played

that hilarious
April fool's joke on me?

Oh, God, you think
we're pranking you? Christ.

So, if this is
some kind of zany plan

to get me to call that
crazy ghost hunter lady,

and then Malcolm will jump out
and everyone will laugh,

let's get this over with.

Definitely sensing
a presence over there.

Pat, this is why people
don't take you seriously,
because of stuff like this.

Henry, how much are you
paying her? Because honestly,

whatever it is, it's too much.

The fact that you saw
Malcolm in your mirror
this morning is significant.

Mirrors are windows
to the spirit world.

-Really?
-Oh, yes.

It's obvious,
you're hosting a spirit,

who senses your concern
for your missing friend.

May have taken on Malcolm's form
to catch your attention.

Or maybe it's me.

Are you sure it wasn't
actually Malcolm?

Not picking up
much of a male energy.

Wrong again, Pat.

It's definitely a female spirit,

or a childish one.

Yes, it seems to me
like a very sad, little girl.

Are you ever right,
like, about anything?

Whoever it was,
moving those photos,

that would have taken
tremendous, impressive effort.

Oh, thank you.

This spirit is trying very hard

to communicate with you.

Let's begin. Please take a seat.

Does that help somehow?

Are there any spirits out there
willing to speak to us tonight?

Yes, please.

I am here. I need your help.

-Anything?
-Yes, please.

I'm here. I need your help.

Nothing yet.

I don't know
why I thought this would work.

-Shit!
-Did you hear that?

-That was just the wind.
-The wind? No, no, fuck you!

Does the wind sound like that?
I'll give you a hint. No!

Wind... huh. But is it
actually windy outside?

Thank you.

I didn't notice
any significant wind

when I was driving here tonight.

I think this might be something.

I love you, you crunchy Goddess.

Yes!

There it is again!

She's trying to speak to us.

Still not a she. Yeah, but
you know, you're getting warmer.

-So you believe that the ghost--
-Um, wandering spirit.

The wandering spirit is trying
to communicate with us

through the wind?

-Through a wind like sound? Yes.
-Yeah.

But we should test this to be
sure it isn't some kind of

-strange feature of your house.
-What?

Okay, no, it's not the house.

I've lived here for years. Look,

if this really
is some kind of spirit,

we should try asking it
some yes or no questions

like one wind sound is yes,
two wind sounds is no.

-Sure.
-Do you understand that,
sweetie?

-Yes!
-That appears to be a yes.

-Yes, it was.
-Great.

Now how about "Are you Malcolm?"

Yes.

Oh my goodness, I was
certain the spirit was female.

Let that go, Pat.

We should ask
an obvious "no" question.
Otherwise we can't be certain.

-Sure, sure.
-Okay.

What's a good "no" question
for spirit Mal?

Oh, come on, that's not hard
is two plus two five.
Am I a donkey?

Will Glenn Close
ever win an academy award?

I've got it. Are you straight?

-Oh. No.
-Well, that's a yes...

- I'm sorry, my bad. No!
- ...so-- Oh, there it is.

- That's a no.
- Yeah.

Okay, Mal. Game over.

You can come out now.

- What?
- Oh.

You're a nonbeliever.

With all due respect, Pat,

pretty sure my friends
are using you to set me up.

Sadly, I encounter more of you

than I do wandering spirits
like Malcolm.

I hope you don't mind
if I continue my conversation.

Go crazy. I still don't know
how he's doing the whole

wind thing though.

-Malcolm.
-Mm-hmm.

Are you still there?

Yes.

I imagine this is very
upsetting for you.

Are you upset, dear?

-Yes.
-Oh, he's upset?

I'm the one being punked.

Do you know when
or how you died, dear?

No! Although, "Henry murdered
me" is back on the table.

-No.
-Do you know why you're here?

Why you haven't moved on?

No, no.

Do you remember attending
a party here on Halloween night?

-Yes.
-But you died shortly after.

-Yes.
-That's enough.

-This isn't funny.
-No shit!

Malcolm agrees.

I know you're struggling, Henry,

but you need to understand that
Malcolm came here for a reason.

You may not know yet
what that is, but--

No, I'm sorry,
Malcolm is not dead.

That's not possible.
I-- I think...

...I think you should go.

I must warn you. My schedule
is extremely heavy this week.

The fact that I had
this current time slot

free on such short notice
was sheer luck.

Or perhaps not.

Perhaps it was fate.

You've still got 15 minutes
left on your session,
already paid for.

Why not let me use
that time to help you?

-Or more accurately,
to help Malcolm?
-Mm-mm.

I feel certain
you're not going to be able
to handle this on your own.

And the earliest I can squeeze
you into my schedule is a week
from Thursday at four a.m.

No, thanks. I'm good.

You are going to call me.

But between now and then,
when you find yourself
floundering,

The Crimson Bookis a useful
resource. It's pricey.

I know, but the e-book
is more economical.

You can download it
from my website.

Yeah, sure. Right.

If I need any help,
I'll buy your e-book.

Pat!

Please don't leave me.

I'm sorry, Malcolm.

Yeah, I'm over here, but thanks.

I must respect Henry's wishes.

You'll have to gather up
your strength

and convince him that you're
here through your own means.

I wish you peace and safe
passage to the next dimension.

Back at you, babe.

All right, let's go. Come on.

My own means. My own means.

My own-- My--

Gina, please tell Malcolm
that that was bullshit.

That was bullshit.
She could have helped me
and you let her leave!

Okay, this game is over.

This game is not over
because it's not a game!

Where did you put
the speakers, Gina?

The speakers,
the speakers that sound windy

which is supposedly
the dead voice of dead Malcolm.

And let me tell
you right now, I am done.

Oh, you're done? You're done?

Oh, you can't hang up on me.
I'm hanging up on you!

Hang up on him, Gina,
definitely hang up on him!

Yeah, maybe I've known
you forever. But the fact that

you'd go along with this awful,
stupid, hurtful prank

just because I made the mistake
of kissing my best friend, well,

-that's just cruel!
-Cruel?

Cruel is thinking
that I would ever do

something to you
that stupidly cruel!

Cruel is not knowing
you wanted to kiss me

until after I was dead!

Please, don't be dead,
Mal.

Oh, God.

Is it really you?

Yes.

I'm so sorry.

Don't wake up, okay?

I have a lot of questions too.

I don't remember dying.

I don't remember you kissing me.

Which sucks
because I'm pretty sure

I would have kissed you back.

The orb is red now by the way.

This is a stupid dream.

Yeah.

It is a very stupid dream...

...but let's see how much you
remember when you wake up, okay?

I don't want you
to be dead, Malcolm.

Mal? Malcolm?

Oh, my God.

Pat, it's Henry.

You were right and I apologize,
I'm really, really sorry.

Malcolm and I need you badly.

So if you can fit us in
before next Thursday

please do, and if not,
I'll see you then.

Okay, this is where,
if this was a prank,

you would jump out at me and
mock me for the rest of my life

because this is where...

...I am going to spend...

Holy fuck, $700 for an e-book?

-Are you fucking kidding me?
-Oh.

And this is where
I'm hitting enter

and my credit card is going to
be charged 700 fucking dollars

because you've convinced me
that you're dead and haunting me

and I will live gladly with your
mockage till my own dying day.

Just please jump out
at me now, Mal. Please.

I-- I wish I could.

I just bought a $700 e-book.

-Thank you.
-Let's see what
this can tell us.

Whoa. This book has
infinity pages?

Oh, you can--
you can do search terms.

Spirit communications.

-Jesus!
-17,430,000 pages of info

for spirit communication.

Spirit communication, comma,

spells? Whoa, really?

This book has spells,
like... spells?

Okay, uh, let's do this.

Uh...

While the night is dark
and the sun is bright.

Uh, I bid you a dance
unto my sight.

- That's okay. Not everyth--
- Wait a minute.

What is this? Wha--
What is this?

No, no, no.

It didn't work.

The fuck, it didn't.
Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Interpretive dance now.
Interpretive fucking dance?

Oh, God, thank God I'm dead,
because I'd have to kill myself.

Ig-pay atin-lay? Oh-nay.

Oh-nay, Enry-hay.

Ut-way the uck-fay? Ix-nay!

Peut-etre,
au lieu de communication,

essayez... connexion,
ou... apparence...

I'm in hell.
Henry, make it stop.

I release you.

What am I doing wrong?

That one. Bring you to me.

Binding spell.

-Yes.
-We need salt.

Okay, let's try this.

I bring you to my consciousness.

Whoa! That's new.

I bring you to me.

I bind you to me
and I bind myself to you.

-Mal?
-Henry?

-Henry?
-Malcolm. Malcolm!

The force-field
thing is gone!

You couldn't touch me
and I couldn't touch you

-unless you were sleeping.
-Are you really dead

or were you just, I don't
know, temporarily invisible?

-Temporarily-- I don't know.
-I mean,

you're back. Maybe you're really
back? Like, not dead back.

Y-- Maybe.

Oh.

Oof--

Henry, whoa-whoa-whoa.

Pants. Pants.

-Oh, my God, I'm naked.
-Yes.

And as usual.

Fine!

Henry, don't get your hopes up

that I was temporarily
invisible or anything.

Things are still really hard
for me to move,

so I'm pretty sure I'm dead.

And you're still naked.

It's really me.

Ow. Don't do that.

-Ow.
-Ow.

Why did you say, "Ow,"
you pinched me?

Yeah, well, it hurt me too.

How can you be dead
and still get hurt?

I don't know. Ow, stop it.

-Ow.
-Ow.

Well, that's a fun new rule.

You get hurt and I feel it too.

-You're actually here.
-And you're actually naked.

And you're still wearing
your green monster costume.

Well, believe it or not,
they didn't offer me a change
of clothes when I died.

-They? Who are they?
-No, I was making a joke.

I don't know what's going on.
I don't remember dying.

I just woke up here
and you couldn't see me.

-Oh, Mal.
-No, please, please don't.

So what do we do now?

I think you're gonna want to
start by putting on some pants.

Shit. Right.

Oh, hey.

Let's see if he can see you.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Uh, excuse me. Hi. Hello.

Hi, sorry to bother you.

I had some friends over
on Halloween,

and one of them never got home.
And I was wondering

if you happened to see him
get into his car.

It was parked right here
in the driveway.

We're trying to put a timeline
together so we can find him.

Wow, that's intense.

He was wearing
a green T-shirt and jeans,

uh, a little taller than me.

Very handsome. Uh, brown hair.

I wouldn't say very,
but thank you.

You can't see me, can you?

I definitely would
have remembered him.

Sorry, but no.

Can you hear me?

Is it windy?

Uh, okay.

Thanks, anyway.

Uh, would you--

Thank you.

When Pat was doing her thing...

...she asked me why I was here.

Well, the book says
you're probably here

because of some powerful
unfinished business.

Yeah.

But what?

I didn't have a ton
going on in my life.

I am an only child.

Both my parents are gone.

I wasn't seeing anybody...

...and honestly,
I don't think I was
sticking around to copy edit

the thrilling follow up
to America's Favorite
Serial Killer.

Do you think you were murdered?

Maybe we have
to find your killer

and bring them to justice?

I don't feel murdered.

What does murdered feel like?

I don't know. Maybe I'd remember

being scared or pissed off
or something.

But I'm just here.

I think the question
that we need to answer is

why am I specifically here...

...at your house...

...with you?

I think my unfinished
business is you.

-Me?
-Yeah.

I think I'm still here...

...to help you win
your happily ever after

with hot neighbor guy.

Help me?

Yeah, you know, um, coach you,

help you break
the early relationship ice

because you suck at that.

You're serious...

You've always been
a hopeless romantic.

I think I'm still here
to help you find true love...

And, you know,

hot neighbor guy
is the complete package,

and he has a-- a pulse,
which is a plus.

God, Mal, no. I-- I don't want--
I'm not ready for it.

-That's-- no. I--
-Well, you're never
gonna be ready.

So, if you're fine with me
being in purgatory for eternity

or wherever the fuck I am
with no sleeping and no cake,

and not being able
to pick up things.

Of course, I don't want that.

Well, good.

Uh, it's late. Those of us
who need to sleep need to sleep.

So, we will start
planning project

"Hot Neighbor Guy"
first thing tomorrow, yes?

Why am I standing up? You have
to go to bed.

Leave me the book, okay?

And could you put the screen
on "never sleep," please?

Are you sure
you don't want to come?

Running?
No, I didn't like running

when I was alive.

I'll see you later.

Yeah. For your...

...hot neighbor guy makeover.

Yeah, great.

Whoa!

What the fuck?

Henry, Henry!

Henry, stop it. Hey.

Stop.

Henry--

Why are you sneaking up on me?

I wasn't sneaking,
I was screaming

the whole time,
the whole 2.5 miles!

All of Sherman Oaks
thinks it's a windy day!

But why did you follow me?

You said you didn't want to run.

Well, it's not like I had
a choice, marathon man.

As soon as you ran,
I got dragged along behind.

You were dragged?

I think that binding spell did

more than make it just
possible for you to see me.

I-- I think that
after 2.5 miles of that hell

that there is maybe
a 50-foot tether between us.

So, you know, do me a huge large
and don't drive off in your car

because I don't know
what would happen to me.

I-- I had no idea.

Yeah, there's another thing.

It's possible I'm bound
to your house too.

The farther away we got,
the more I felt like I was gonna

-dissolve or evaporate.
-Oh, my God, are you okay?

I'm much better
now that we're back.

But we should
probably check the book.

Goals and Desires
of the Wandering Spirit.

I never really
appreciated clouds.

Or how blue the sky was...

...back when I was alive.

-But you always did.
-Photographer.

You always saw the beauty
in everything.

Yeah. Remembering
all those times you tried

to talk me into walking up
that fire escape to the roof

to watch the sunset
back in school?

And I really regret not going.

Gina was right about our--

What is it? "Meet cute."

I mean...

...you were puking a lot,

but in between...

...you were so beautiful
and funny...

...and you scared
the hell out of me.

So, I made up excuses.

I was a senior,
you were too young.

And then we were friends.
Don't want to fuck that up.

And I pissed it all away.

And now I'm dead.

-Mal--
-Just listen, okay?

I fucked this up
because I was too afraid.

But you still have a chance.

You have this...

...golden shining chance

with a beautiful guy
who is completely into you.

So, let's go get him.

That's what I want for you.

-Press "Play."
-"Play?"

Yeah. For 700 bucks, apparently,
you also get bonus videos.

Pat has a lot to say about
wandering spirits, which,

apparently, is what I am, so...

Wandering spirits, also known
as wanderers or haunters...

...will be restless and in pain

until their unfinished business
is complete.

-Are you in pain?
-Just watch.

Some wanderers have been
in agony for centuries.

Their pain has turned,
understandably, to anger.

The gentle approach?

Some kindness
will work in your favor

as you consult with the experts
who will help your spirit guests

to find the closure they need
and move on to a place
of pleasure and peace.

So that's what I want for me.

To move on to that place
of pleasure and peace.

ASAP, skip the centuries
of agony, you know.

I'll help you find closure.

Thank you.

Uh--

Go, uh, grab some clothes, okay?
We'll pick out your outfit.

I'm sorry. No, no, too slutty.

Uh, try the other one again.

Henry?

Henry, you can't leave a message

like "Malcolm's a ghost"
and then not answer your phone.

Gina, so good to see you
respecting boundaries.

Uh, sorry,
I went for a run and--

-and then
I had to take a shower--
-And then you're avoiding me.

-Don't deny it. No!
-Why don't we all sit,
we can talk about--

Remember that job in New Zealand
I was so excited about?

Carl's my first A.D.,
we have to get to LAX.

Oh, yeah.

Bad time for drama.

I'm so sorry
my dying inconvenienced you.

Malcolm says
he's sorry that he died.

You see him? Right now?

Oh, my God,
this is worse than I thought.

We took a Lyft over here.

You need to put some clothes on

and drive us to the airport
while we talk about this.

Yeah, I'm not so sure
that I'm eager to get
into a motor vehicle,

driven by a man
who has an invisible friend.

He's not insane,
he's having a mental breakdown.

And that's better how?

I'm sorry.
I can't leave the house.

Malcolm might dissolve.

You've got to admit that sounds

slightly less than sane.

But it's true.

Are you talking to him?

And we are getting another Lyft

to L.A.X. right now.

Good, there's one nearby.

Henry, sweetie,
Malcolm's not dead.

He's just a fucking coward who
ran away after you kissed him,

and now you're freaking out.

You really wanted this badly
and now you're hallucinating.

-Obviously.
-Obviously.

-Gina--
-I'm not surprised
that Malcolm might dissolve

if you leave the house.

You've always been
a little bit agoraphobic.

I'm not a--

-When do you get back?
-Late on Wednesday.

Oh, good. Pat's coming over
at four a.m. on Thursday.

-If I haven't helped Mal--
-Pat? The spirit guide?

The one who came over
and then you screamed
at me over the phone

because this was all just
a mean joke

that I was supposedly
helping Malcolm play on you?

Is that the Pat
that's coming over on Thursday
at four fucking a.m.?

Sorry, that-- that was before
Malcolm convinced me
that he was really here,

-and we did the binding spell--
-Oh, my God, binding spell?

-This is why
we're getting a Lyft.
-It shouldn't be that hard

- to prove that you're really here.
- -Oh!

I once read a story
where there was a ghost

and there was one person,
his grandson,

-who could see him, okay?
-Henry?

Hang on, Malcolm's telling
me something.

And so the grandson
used a book--

Lyft's here. Uh, Henry,
it was so nice to see you.

Although I didn't expect to see
quite this much.

Henry, we have to go.

If you really can't drive us
to the airport?

I'm sorry, I-- I really can't.

I'll email you from New Zealand.

And listen, I know
that Mal is not dead,

because he just blocked me
from texting him.

-Someone's using your phone.
-Oh, my God.

Gina, tick tock.

Answer me when I email you.

Promise? Say it!

I promise,
I'll answer your emails.

Thank you.

You're going
to get through this.

We'll get you the help you need.

Okay, I will be
hot neighbor guy.

I'm going to work,
getting in my car.

You are doing squats
in your front yard.

Do squats.

Okay, I would
definitely notice that.

But if I don't--
Keep squat-- Keep--

If I don't notice,
then the next time you come up,

give me a wave, do it.

Is that how you're gonna wave?

Is there a better way?

You're hotter
than hot neighbor guy, okay?

So just wave like you know that.

Like, um, like, uh, like this.

Do that.

It's not, you know,
"Mrs. Tremblay, uh,

could I have the pass for
the little boy's room, please?"

-That is not what I did.
-That's exactly what you did.

It-- it should be like,

"Hey, hot neighbor guy.

You're looking good. And yes,
I am also looking good."

Do that.

I mean, better.

Okay, so, okay,
so I'm heading to my car, right?

But don't wait for him
to come up to you.

You walk up to him

with that
king-of-the-world attitude

and you go, "Hey...

...I'm Henry.

Sorry, I didn't introduce
myself the other night.

Oh, by the way,
my missing friend turned up.

-So he's okay."
-But you're not okay.

But I will be
if you get this right.

So he says,
"I'm glad to hear it.

Hi, I'm Jizzy McMasturbator."

You want me
to spend the rest of my life

with someone named
Jizzy McMasturbator?

I really do. And by the way,
you're welcome

because now,
whatever his name actually is,

Irving Fartington or Bob Knob,

it still won't be as terrible
as Jizzy McMasturbator.

-Thanks.
-Yes, so moving on.

You say,
"Nice to meet you, Jizzy.

Hey, I was wondering if you
wanted to go out sometime?

Maybe tonight,
grab some dinner?"

But I can't go out.
You'll dissolve.

Right. No going out.

Uh, so you say, "Hey, Jizzy,

I was wondering if you wanted
to come over to my house tonight

for dinner?" And that is way
too intimate for a first date.

So we'll work with that. Uh--

Ah, you can say, "I make
a mean pasta arrabbiata,"

which is true.

Are-- are you getting all this?

Do you want to write it down?

Hey, Jizzy, my best friend's
a ghost who wants us
to fall in love.

Want to come over
to my place for dinner?

Hashtag, "Pasta."

Fine. Make fun of the dead guy.
Just do it right.

Take it from the top.

Walk toward me.

-Like you just did?
-No, walk like a duck.

Yes. Walk like I just did.

Okay, so try actually
walking like a duck,

because that's--
I don't know what that was.

That was what you just did.

-That wasn't what I just did.
-You did a spin.

-It was-- I--
-I did a spin because
I was turning around

to go a place.
You're just walking forward.

Do you think he's gonna be on
some kind of fucking lazy Susan?

Better, you just need
to loosen up, okay?

You're just
a little stiff.

"By George,
I think he's got it."

Oh, here he-- Ow! Here he comes.

What, wh-- Where are you going?
Hey, what are you doing?

-Look, this is a mistake.
-You promised.

Oh, my God.

Hey, are you okay?

-That asshole just pushed me.
-Asshole?

He can't see me, Mr. Rude.

Uh, God, right.
Uh, yeah, it was, um...

...this rock.

- This asshole rock.
- -And we are losing him.

Say something not crazy.

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry?

Please don't blow this for me.

I don't know what
to say other than

thank you for coming
to my rescue.

No worries.

I'm Henry.

Uh, I'm Henry Collins.

Rick Baker.

Way better than Jizzy.

Nice to finally meet you.

Did your friend ever turn up?

Yes. Yes, he's, um--

He's okay.

Good, I'm glad to hear that.

All right.
Time to bring it home.

- Whoa.
- Sorry, I, um--

I tried a new protein drink
this morning, and I guess

it wasn't quite enough
before a heavy duty workout.

Good. Good job.
What a save, my God.

The student has become
the master.

Look at him. Look at him go.

Oh, he is really into you.

Hey, listen,
I gotta get to work,

but do you want to have
dinner sometime?

Yes,
pasta here, tonight.

Yes. How about you
come over tonight?

I make a mean pasta.
Want to say seven?

That sounds great.
I'll see you then.

This is gonna be good.

Rick seems terrific.

He is not afraid of jumping
head-first into a relationship

with a total stranger.

-Are you nervous?
-About Rick?

No, about moving on.

Oh, I don't know
what to feel about it.

Um--

I don't know how it will happen.
Like, maybe when you kiss him.

Or maybe when you...

...you know?

Do you want me
to sleep with him?

Well, probably not tonight.

Because you're you,
but, yeah, that's...

...you know, part of
falling in love, so...

It's what I've always
wanted for you, to find your...

...your Mr. Right, you know?

But, hell, I don't know
how any of this works.

You know, in order for me
to cross over it,

it might have to be glorious.

Look, I'll do
whatever you need me to do.

I just--

I'm not sure
I can make it glorious.

In case it happens fast
and I don't get a chance
to say goodbye.

Um, I need you to know
how grateful I am, truly.

Not just for being my best
friend for years, but--

Everything you've done
for me since.

I do know.

And-- and I want you
to find peace. I--

-I really do. I just wish that--
-Just don't...

...say it.

No, if-- if this is goodbye,

I get to say what I want.

I also get to do this.

I love you.

I'm dead.

So it's loved, with a "D."

Past tense.

Go get him.

Your house is adorable.

Oh, thanks.

I normally don't like hats,
but he pulls it off.

And he seems into your photos.
That's good.

Oh, man, that smells fantastic.

Uh, would--
would you like some wine?

Twist top.

My motto's usually,
"Life's too short to
drink shitty wine," but...

...tonight the excellent company
more than makes up for it.

Wow, that was...

...douchey and charming.

I don't know
how a person does that.

Oh, he's a wine guy.
So that's the douchey.

You know what?
And nobody's perfect.

If he was perfect,
that would be unsettling.

For the love of God,
if you are going to insist on
listening to shitty pop music,

the least you could do
is listen to something
with a horn section.

You know what I mean?

I, uh, I have to confess, um,

this time,
I'm on your sister's side.

No. Really?

Well, I mean, I get it.
My sister also
likes photography.

You two must have similarly
faulty wiring in your brains.

Sorry, what did he say?

-That's funny.
-No, it isn't.

I'm kidding.

I appreciate the art
you have on your walls, I do.

It's just not my thing.

What is your thing?
Ask him what his thing is.

I prefer my visual art
to be abstract.

Or just wait half a second
for him to start talking again.

Jesus, does he ever stop?
You know, he hasn't even
asked you what you do.

Photos are just too basic.

They're simple. I mean, I like
to think of them as windows,

you know what I mean?

It's the ultimate in realism.

Cut another window in your wall

instead of hanging
some stupid photograph.

He said to the professional
photographer.

There's nothing wrong with a,
uh, strong opinion.

There is when an idiot tells
the best photographer

I've ever known
that his brilliant art is basic.

At last, someone
who sees me for me.

-You know what I mean?
-You know what I mean?

You have a great laugh.

And your eyes are majestic.

Majestic? No.

No, FYI, I have changed
my mind about his hat.

-It's a stupid hat.
-He likes me.

He does. Very much, in fact.

So much so that he's hoping
he'll stay for breakfast too.

Nope, nope. Now it's time
to laugh in his face

and tell him to go.

- I have a friend who recently
passed who told me--
- I'm sorry.

Well, he basically
agreed with you

that life's too short
to drink shitty wine.

He was right. Here's to
only drinking the good wine.

However, I would argue and--

and as opinionated as you are,
Rick, I think you'd agree

that 100 years of agony is way
worse than drinking shitty wine.

Oh, fuck. No, Henry, no.

I'm not sure I'm following

but your eyes are like two tiny
universes pulling me in.

Tiny majestic universes.

Come on, this is
not what I want for you.

What I mean is even shitty wine
can taste better over time,

or at least
after your third drink.

That's very profound.

No, it isn't.

Henry.

He-- He--

You want to take this
back to my room?

Absolutely.

Mm-mm. No.
Oh, I've changed my mind.

I don't want you to do this,

and you don't want
to do this either.

When you kissed me,
you felt everything.

I know it because of the binding
spell. I feel what you feel.

And with him
you feel nothing. Henry?

I'll be damned
if I don't put a stop to this!

I guess technically
I'll be damned if I do.

I don't give a damn!

It's kind of windy, huh?

I think it's just sounds windy.
It's a--

-a feature of the house.
-What?

You think maybe we can turn
the music down a little bit?

Henry, you cut it out.

We don't have to do it
like this, all right?

There's other ways.
We can do other stuff.

I'm sure-- there's lots
of spells we can try.

Other spells.

Wow.

I want your dick in my mouth.

That sounds glorious.

Shy, are we?

I'm about to blow your mind!

Oh.

Ow!

- Damn.
- Sorry.

I'm-- I'm so, so sorry.

Whoa.

What the hell

are you doing? Get off of me.

-I really can't.
-Why can't you?

I'm stuck.

Look, we need a safe-word

if you want to role-play,
or whatever this is.

Malcolm.

That's a weird safe-word,

but okay. Malcolm!

-Malcolm.
-No, I don't--

-Malcolm!
-Please get off.

Will you stop?

Yes.

- Ow, I think I broke something.
- Oh, my...

I am so sorry.

I'm gonna go.

That's probably best.

Shit!

What is wrong with you?

Friends don't let friends
fuck douchebags!

Friends don't let friends
suffer centuries of pain.

-Yeah, well, this was worse.
-Than centuries of pain?

-Yes. All right? Yes.
-Mal, I was trying to help you.

-You said this was
what you wanted.
-I was lying!

And you were lying too.

When you kissed him,
I could feel it.

You don't even like the guy.

You could never love him.

Because when you kissed him,
it didn't feel like this.

You love me.

I feel it.

And I love you too.

The book...

...says that
all spirits disconnect,

that we stop worrying
about the people we left behind,

so I've been waiting to stop
caring about you and...

But every minute that goes by,
it just gets worse.

God, it's breaking my heart.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh, the binding spell.

I feel everything you feel.

-Everything?
-Yeah.

Holy fuck.

I found the one perk
of being dead.

That was glorious.

It was.

But I guess it means
that shagging you

was not my powerful
unfinished business.

I'm glad. I'm not ready
for you to go anywhere.

Henry, I don't think
you've thought this through.

What's the big deal?

So, you're a ghost.
Who cares?

"Who cares"?

Okay, well, there's the fact

that I'm tethered to you,

and when I leave the house,

I feel like I'm gonna dissolve.

So, how are you
going to go to work?

How are you gonna go anywhere?

I'll make the garage
into a studio.

-Clients will come to me.
-To get married in your garage?

Talk about
a destination wedding.

Okay.

I'll specialize in engagement
photos then.

You know, babe...

...people want to work with you
because of your beautiful
outdoor shots.

On the beach, in the mountains,
in the desert.

Okay, so I'll take
some time off.

-I have money saved.
-Enough for forever?

Because that's maybe
how long I'll be here.

Plus, you know, you eat.

-I'll get food delivered.
-Henry.

Mal.

Can we maybe bask
in the glow of the glory
for a few more minutes?

I've been
wanting this for so long.

How...

To...

Malcolm?

Now you wear clothes.

What are you doing?

Well, I remembered
that you left the house

back before
we did the binding spell.

-You drove.
-Yeah.

So, I was checking
the book to see

if we could break
the binding spell,

just temporarily.

Like, turn it off,

so you could go to work
and then when you come home,
turn it on again.

-That's brilliant.
-In theory, yes.

In practice, no.

The book says
that it's one and done.

-That it's forever.
-Then we better not
break the spell.

Babe, I'm dead.

I don't care.

We'll figure it out.
We'll make it work.

Uh, except, you know what?
I was, um...

...I was wrong...

...about you not being
my unfinished business,

because, um, the, uh...

...portal to
the spirit world is opening.

Yes, the portal
to the spirit world...

...is open.

And the light...

The light is so beautiful.

Wait, are you serious?

I'm being pulled toward
the light but I'm resisting.

I don't want to leave you, babe.

Then don't.

Tell whatever is behind that
door to close it,

your business is not done here.

But it is, I--

You know now that I love you,

and we had...

We had last night which was...

...everything to me.

I do have to go...

...because I'm dead
and you're not.

Just promise me
that you will not give up,

that you will find somebody
who loves you...

Mal.

...as much as I...

...did.

Please, I want more time.

I know this is hard.

I know it. It's hard for me too.

But I need your help
to get through the portal.

I need you to say
these words in Latin.

I can't say them. You have to.

I love you.

Be happy.

Te amo. Es laetus.

No.

It was me saying that to you,
not what I need you...

Wait, you know Latin?

Yeah, I took it in high school.

Fuck.

What exactly is the Latin
you want me to say?

Oh, you know, just...

Vinculum abrumperes.

Terminus est fabula.

Terminus est nunc...?Yeah.

Fucking sever the fucking bond?

I'm pretty sure the fucking part
is not in there.

Fucking end the fucking story.

Sounds an awful lot like
something you'd say to break a,

oh, I don't know, binding spell.

Yes. Well.

Yes.

There's not really a portal
with beautiful light, is there?

-No.
-Wow.

You must really
not want to be with me.

No, that's not it at all.

Henry, I love you. I do.

I want to stay so bad.

It's just that you deserve

to be with somebody who's alive.

Fuck you, Malcolm.

Why do you get
to decide what I deserve?

You couldn't take ten minutes
to have a conversation
with me about this?

You just made up your mind to--

to-- to trick me
into breaking the binding spell.

And then what?
You'd still be here,

but I wouldn't know it.

Someday, probably very soon,

because living here
without you would suck,

I'd move out thinking
you've gone on to Pat's place

of fucking peace.
But you'd still be here,

at the start of
centuries of agony.

How could you do that to me?

I didn't think about that.

Because you didn't talk to me!

I couldn't think about anything!

But I can't let you
ruin your life...

...by being tied to a dead man.

And I just want better for you.

I've always wanted
better for you...

...than me.

And there it is.

The reason we've only
had one night together

instead of 12 years of nights.

And you know what, Malcolm?

You're right.

I do deserve better.

I deserve someone who loves me
enough to fucking fight for me.

You're right. You're right.

Okay, forgive me.

I'm sorry. I thought I was,

I thought
I was fighting for you.

You want to fight for me?

Fight for yourself,
fight for us.

Let's not give up until
we've read every fucking page

of Pat's $700 e-book.

-Babe, it has infinity pages.
-Exactly.

Good morning.

Hi. Good morning.

Sleep okay?

-Yeah.
-Good.

I'm pretty sure it's Gina.

Who else would call
three times in a row

this early in the morning?

What?

No, that's not possible.

Ok-- Okay. Okay.

Gina says she emailed me photos
that you posted to Facebook.

But I haven't
posted there in forever.

Well, she says you posted last
night that you're in Las Vegas.

Trying to remember the last time
I was in Vegas.

-Mayb--
-What the fuck?

- Who the hell is that?
- -It's clearly his new boyfriend.

-Uh, no, it is not.
-You really don't recognize him?

-No, neither does Malcolm.
-Henry, oh, my God,
what kind of proof do you need?

What the fuck am I wearing?

Just 'cause it was posted
last night it doesn't mean--

That you're not in deep denial?

Actually, yes, it does.

Look closer at the one where
Mal's holding those VIP tickets.

Look at the date.

- November 3rd.
- Two nights ago.

-Or a year and two nights ago.
-Nope.

That show just opened last week.

Those tickets cost around three
grand each, by the way.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Mal is not a ghost
because he's not dead.

He's in Vegas, the little shit,
maxing out his credit cards.

It's time to step back
into reality.

Stop hallucinating
and move on already.

Gina, I have to go.

Henry, wait, no, no, no.
Wait.

Gina is right, you're not dead.

-I'm not?
-I don't know how
your body got to Vegas,

but if your body is in Vegas,
then you're definitely not dead.

Pat! Just the person
I need to talk to.

You're on speaker
with me and Malcolm.

Gina asked me to call you.

I've only got
a few minutes to talk,

-but she's very concerned.
-I think we may have been wrong

about Malcolm being dead,
because his body is in Las Vegas

while his spirit's
still here with me.

Is that even possible?

Well, it might be the result

of a demonic possession.

Demonic possession?

Oh, my God, Mal.
Did you hear that?

Yes, I'm not dead!

I'm possessed by a demon.

Wait a second,
that sounds really bad.

It's very rare.
And really only happens

when the vessel imprisoning
a demon is somehow unlocked.

Wait, whoa, slow down.

How do you unlock a vessel?
And what do you mean vessel?

-You mean like a boat?
-No, no, no, a vessel is--

Well, I'm sure you're familiar
with the legend

of the genie in the lantern.

Yeah, we've seen Aladdin, Pat.

The genie is a type of demon

and the Lantern is the vessel
in which he's trapped.

-Okay.
-In that specific case,

the vessel is unlocked,
at least temporarily,

when the Lantern
is polished or rubbed,

there are many vessels with

different individual ways
to unlock them.

Anything from say,

shaking the vessel,
to reciting a simple spell

Open sesame.

Shaking the vessel on Halloween?

Malcolm shook the orb.

Well, there it is.

A crystal orb
is the most common vessel

-used to contain a demon.
-Priestess Pat?

Oh, is it time?

-Yes.
-I'm sorry.

It's time, I've got to go.

The ceremony is about
to start. Peace.

Pat, no. How do we get
the demon back into the orb?

Check the book!
Check the crimson book!

-Uh, okay, demonic
possession, comma, orb.
-Good, good, good, good.

Let's learn how this
motherfucker works.

-"First, never shake the orb.
-Too late.

-When the orb is red...
-The orb is red.

...the demon has escaped,
and the hostage body's spirit

- must linger nearby."
- Hostage body's spirit,

you're really not dead.
Oh, my God, oh, my God.

-You're not dead,
you're not dead.
-Oh, my God!

I'm alive!

How to rescue
the hostage body, comma,

demonic possession, comma, orb.

We need to break the orb.

Let's break the fucking thing.

First, we need to lure the demon

and the hostage body back here.

How do we do that?

I know exactly
how to lure someone

who spends $3,000
on tickets, but--

Jesus, we're gonna need
a shit ton of salt.

Thanks, Pauletta.

Well, I was going
to the store, so...

...as long as
you're not cooking meth.

You're not cooking meth,
are you?

Oh, God, no, I-- I'm using it
to get rid of a...

...a pest.

Oh.

Well, good luck with that.

She 100% thinks
you're cooking meth.

Okay, we're ready.

So, I'm gonna call the demon,
get him here.

He's gonna step
into a salt circle.

I'll break the orb
and you'll have your body back.

God, I hope this works.

It will.

It's going to voicemail,
I'm gonna leave a message.

Hey, Malcolm.

It's Henry. How are you?

Haven't seen you
since Halloween.

Uh, I just wanted
to let you know that
the money finally came through

the, uh, $20,000
for the Gorfney project.

And I'm gonna stop you
before you call me back,

because I know you're gonna
ask me to wire it to you

and I'm sorry this time I can't.

I need your signature
for the tax forms

and none of that
electronic bullshit.

You gotta come, give me
your old fashioned John Hancock

before I can release the check.

All right, that's it.
See you soon.

That's brilliant.
All we have to do

is lure him into a salt circle,
break the orb and I'm free.

That sounds too easy.

You need it to be harder?

No, no. I just feel
like I'm missing something.

We're ready... right?

And since we're in wait mode,

I'm gonna do a quick workout
out front, all right?

-Will you be okay?
-Yeah.

Oh, you know what? I'm gonna put
the rest of salt in the garage,

so that demon Malcolm doesn't
see it, get spooked and run.

Good idea.

What are you not telling me?

Okay, this is new,
at least to me.

"If you say...
' In hac oscula, meus es tu,'

you can force the demon
to possess you with a kiss."

Ew. Why would
anybody want to do that?

And here is something else
you didn't tell me.

"Do not risk breaking the orb
until the hostage body

is safely within the confines
of the salt circle.

Doing so will--" What?

"Allow the demon to steal
the hostage body's soul

and take it back with him
to the beyond."

Fuck.

Jesus, demon me texts
like a teenager from 1995.

Well, that's a new exercise.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Hey, did the demon call back?

Uh, he texted.
He'll be here around six.

Oh, great.
Okay, I'm almost done.

Once more around. Then I'm gonna
walk it a few times mindfully

to lower my heart rate.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Okay. Six is fine.

I'll be home all day.

See you soon.

-It's him.
-It's too early.

It's probably just Pauletta.
Joey's doing this wrapping
paper fundraiser--

It's not Pauletta,
it's him. I feel it.

Oh, okay. Well, just...
just stay here.

Okay?

Why do I feel it?
I mean, I know it.

The orb, the orb.
Take the orb! Shit.

What's up?

My four o'clock canceled
and I was in your hood already,

so here I am.

-Shit.
-Problem?

No, no problem.
I just hadn't printed out
the tax forms yet.

Uh, why don't we go on back
and I'll print them for you?

Okay.

So, how have you been?

Gina told me
you went up to Vegas

with some hot new guy.

- That's intriguing.
- Yeah.

No, that didn't end well.

Uh, I'm sorry to hear that.

There's no 20 grand, is there?

-Fuck.
-Henry, smash the orb.
Do it now!

I can see your invisible friend.

In fact,
now that we're reunited,

I know everything he's thinking.

Salt circle under the tarp?

Nice try, but not gonna happen.

I'm out of here but I think this
time I'll take the orb with me

just to be safe.

Stay back.

Or what?

You gonna kill your boyfriend?

Because that's what will happen
when the orb breaks.

I'll be gone...

...but I'll take him with me.

Do it, Henry. Do it!

Aw.

Malcolm is willing
to die for you.

How romantic.

But he can't break
the orb himself,

you're gonna have to do it.

Stay back.

This is getting boring.

I think I'll just
break your neck.

I don't think so. In hac oscula,

-meus es tu!
-No, Henry. What? No.

The demon will possess you.

Oh, my God, I'm back.

But, God, Henry,
what did you do?

No, no, no, you can't be dead.

Henry!

-Mal?
-Yeah?

-Are you back?
-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. It's really me.

Oh, oh, oh! God.

That's okay, let it out.

Let it out. You're doing great.

-I'm okay.
-How are you not dead?

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'm really glad you're not dead,

but when the orb broke,
you weren't in a salt circle.

But I was. I made one outside.

Once more around,
then I'm gonna walk it
a few times mindfully

to lower my heart rate.

Oh, my God.

Your mindful cool down
was really

mindful salt circle making?

And you couldn't tell me
about it because--

Because the book said
that the demon would know

everything that you knew
when it got close to you, and--

Oh, no. Demon breath.

I don't care.

I-- I feel like
the demon smoked,

so vomit will be an improvement
over ashtray mouth.

Jesus.

You weren't kidding.

Hey, the sun is going down.

Do you want to go
watch the sunset?

And so vomit breath and ashtray
mouth lived happily ever after.

Yeah.

I love you too.