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Oh, what the... what the fuck?!

Where's my money? Huh?

- What fucking money?
- For services rendered?

Last night? Your friend
Danny Poker owes me two grand.

What fucking sex act
on God's green earth

could possibly cost $2,000?

- He diarrhea'd on my chest.
- Oh, yeah.

- That adds up.
- Mm-hmm.

It doesn't fucking matter.
I don't even know

why I'm asking you 'cause money

doesn't really mean anything
to you anymore, lady.

I hate to break it to you.
You're kind of...

you're fully dead.

- What?
- You're fucking dead.

And it looks like you took
a pretty bad tumble, too.

Your noodle's kind of hanging
out of your dome piece.

What the fuck?

That motherfucker killed me?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

It must've been when he tried
to throw me in the pool

by the pussy and the asshole
like a goddamn bowling ball.

Oh. Oh, I'll kill that motherfucker.

- That thin-dicked...
- Whoa, whoa, hold on!

Brainless, crouton motherfucker bitch!

Let's just calm down here,
okay? Let... let...

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, my God.

It's beautiful.

Damn.

Oh, poor baby doesn't exist anymore.

What is that?

So remember on our way
here, I told our pilot

to ignore our "flight path"

and just cut across America
so we'd get there in time

for that sweet Cirque show "Vagine"?

Yeah, the shortcut.

Yeah, well, it's kind of
like that, but for ghosts.

- Whoa.
- When I saw that Amish ghost

go to his light at my orgy,

I was like, "Holy shit."

Now that's crazy."

So I hired a bunch of nerds
to make the tech, and boom!

Shortcut to the light, my friend.

- That's amazing.
- Yeah, no shit, all right?

- So keep it to yourself.
- Yeah.

Now, are you gonna stay in
bed all day, lazybones,

or are you gonna help
me bury this body?

Sure.

But can we hit up that b-fast
bouffant first, though?

I'm fucking starving.

Don't be gauche, Pac.

You bury before brunch,

- not brunch before bury.
- Brunch before bury.

- I know, I'm sorry.
- Remember what I told you?

- Yeah, bury before brunch...
- Bury before brunch,

that's a good hunch.

Brunch before bury,
now, that's not a very...

- good idea.
- Good thing to do.

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I'm coming in for a landing.

Pac, where have you been?

Who, me? Oh, uh, nowhere.

I just went for a weekend
to Vegas with Danny Pokertini.

Dude, you could've
at least called, man.

I was really worried...

Oh, God. Oh!

Oh, man, I'm so sorry.

Oh, God, I've been holding
that in all morning.

Still in that stage with each other
where I kind of wanna keep

a bit of the mystery
with Danny, you know?

Like, maybe at this
point he doesn't think

I have a butthole. And I'm
cool with that, right?

- He's so awesome.
- Jesus, what is that?

Oh. Yeah, that stinks.

That's, uh... that's whaledolphin.

It's where they stuff a
dolphin inside of a whale.

It's kind of like turducken except for

really, really rich people.

Look, I'm glad that you're enjoying

the high life with Danny,

but you've missed about
a week of work here.

Do you have any idea how
awkward it's been for me?

I promise he'll be here any minute.

Sorry.

Come on, man! It's like
you don't even care

- about the business anymore.
- I'm sorry.

Did you just say it's like
I don't care about the business?

- Yeah.
- Clyde, I am

the fucking business!

- Wow.
- Yeah.

I bet I could solve, like,

20 ghost cases in one day by myself.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

Why don't you just
stick to solving one?

- One?
- Just one.

- Piece of cake. What do you got?
- Here.

Haunted kite kiosk at the corner
of East 10th and Avenue B.

Oh, ye olde haunted kite kiosk, huh?

No problem. And how
about while I'm at it,

I solve 19 more?

You really think you can do that?

I really motherfucking do.

That's how cocky I am.

Wow.

Danny really rubbed off on you, huh?

That was by mistake. It was dark.

- What?
- Nothing.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have 20 ghost cases
to solve by myself.

And then you'll probably
apologize for doubting me,

we will make up,

and maybe you'll have made
something delicious for dinner.

Danny?

Yo, Dan boy?

It's Pac! Hey, man.

Listen, I was wondering if, uh, maybe...

maybe I could borrow that little
shortcut device thingy?

You know, the one you showed me?

Danny?

Sounds like you're moving
up there or something.

You need a hand or anything?

I got two capable ones right here.

Oh, okay. Scratch that.

Sounds like you got some help already.

Think it's, like, super-duper cool

that you hired a female
mover, by the way.

You know, you're
so progressive like that.

It's like of course females
can lift heavy shit

just as well as men, right? Like, duh!

Oh, shit.

Oh, I think I found it.
It's right here!

Danny, I got it. You think it's cool
if I borrow it for a couple hours?

Okay, how about this?

Uh, how about moan twice

if it's cool if I borrow it.

Yes! Okay, awesome.

- Thank you, Danny!
- You're the best.

Hi there.

- Hello, young man.
- Oh, my God.

- You're the Quaker Oats guy.
- What?

Oh, man, I grew up an orphan,

so I'm very familiar with your work.

So, what is this, a maple
and brown sugar kind of thing?

Or is it more like an Aunt
Jemima rivalry or...?

You know what? Doesn't matter.

I'm Benjamin Franklin.

You're the... what, the rice uncle?

- I thought he was black.
- No! I'm Benjamin Franklin.

The guy on the hundred dollar bill.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

I don't... I don't see a lot of those.

Well, good sir, that
is of no consequence.

You see, I require your help

in proving a very important
scientific theory.

I hypothesized that...

Beautiful.

Ta-da! Oh, this a kite?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

step right up.

Watch as the Fantastic Jeff

amazes you with a
never-before-seen illusion

of the highest caliber.

I... I'll just need a... a volunteer.

Uh, well, how about you?

Who, me?

You're the only one who seems
to somehow be able to see me.

Do you like magic?

I do like magic. In fact,
I have a trick right here

I think you're gonna love.

I... what?

Okay, yeah.

Bravo, Fantastic Jeff.

That's a super neat-o
trick you got there,

but I'm gonna need
that device back, man.

- That's not even mine!
- Gladly.

I just need some help
with something first.

It's some business

- I left unfinished.
- Unfinished? Yeah.

Shocker. Okay, lay it on me.

The year was 1989.

I was at the top of my game.

The premier children's
birthday party magician

in the entire west Westchester region.

- Good for you.
- Little boys wanted to be me

and little girls wanted
the Little Mermaid,

but the princesses booked up real fast,

so sometimes they got me instead,

but they always wound up
enjoying themselves.

The point is

I was the best.

And now for my final illusion.

I shall travel through space and time.

But first, I need a little help
from the birthday boy.

Where... where can I find...

Master Gene.

May I borrow your watch?

The best part of this trick

was it wasn't just a hit with the kids.

It was also a hit with the single moms.

You know what I mean.

Young Gene never got to see
the end of that trick.

Sounds like we gotta track
down this Gene guy, right,

perform the magic trick,
and we're done.

- It's that easy.
- Yes.

But first, we must find...

the box.

Look at that fucking
craftsmanship, will you?

It's fucking cardboard.

Excuse me? Hi.

How much to rent out
your box for the night?

Oh, I'm sorry. It's already reserved.

Okay, well, do you perhaps
have something similar

in a different color, maybe,
or a different material?

- No.
- Levitating Luigi.

Tell her you're him.

Where is my mind today?

Uh, I'm such a dope.

I do believe that box
is actually on hold for me.

You see, I am the great
Levitating Luigi.

You're Levitating Luigi,

the floating king of New York?

Yes, that is me.

Sometimes I can't even control it.

Yeah, I'm gonna need to
see some identification.

Yeah, that's reasonable.

Um, unfortunately,

my wallet seems to have disappeared.

A little magician's humor, if you will.

- And I think you will.
- I won't.

If you're actually Levitating Luigi...

- I am.
- Then prove it.

Okay.

Uh.

That's impressive.

- Mm-hmm.
- I believe you.

Oh, this is great. Hey, how are you?

Uh, I am making a very
special meal tonight

and I would like to go with
your finest rib eye, please.

Although, you know what, hang on.

I'm basically, like... I want...

I want it to look like I put
a lot of effort into this meal,

like, almost too much effort.

So perhaps the filet
would be a better choice.

Is that too romantic?

This is not like a romantic
type of engagement.

Uh, perhaps the lamb
would be a better choice.

- The lamb.
- Although,

does that have, like, unintended
biblical references at all?

That's not what I'm going for and I don't
want him to read too much into it.

Basically, I'm just looking for a meal
that I can throw in his face.

Not literally. I obviously would like

to enjoy the meal together
at a certain point,

but I kind of want his
reaction just to be like,

"Oh, shit! I can't believe"

that I didn't follow through
with the thing that I, Pac,

so cockily promised that I would.

And, oh, my God, Clyde,
you made this amazing meal.

It looks so amazing
and delicious and I'm so sorry.

And I don't even like Danny Poker.

I just wanna fucking forget
that this thing ever happened.

Can we please just fucking forget

"that it ever happened?!"

Fuck it, I'm gonna go get some fish.

There he is.

Okay.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, you can.

I'm looking for Gene.

He just stepped into his office.

Oh, good. Okay, well,
I'll just head right back there.

Oh, no. I'm sorry, you
can't go back there.

He's on a very important
conference call.

You're not listening to me.
America is way behind

when it comes to how
we clean our anuses.

Now, the Italians
have just launched a bidet

that harnesses car-washing technology

leaving the butthole so
clean, it's hairless.

- Hairless, Bob!
- Uh, you know what?

I'm just gonna go back
there, do a magic trick

- real quick.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Gene hates magic.
- What? No!

- He loves magic.
- He hates magic?

- Who hates magic?
- I just said.

Gene does. He hates it.

He won't sit through
a trick of any kind.

Oh, sorry. Hang on, shut up.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Uh, okay, great.

Thank you for your help, fuckface.

Hey, Danny! What's going on, man?

You know how when you're fucking
a chick without a condom

and you're just about to pop

and you say, "Bitch, you on the pill?"

And she says, "Yeah,
yeah, I'm on the pill.

I want you to come inside me, Danny."

And you do and then it
feels fucking great

and then you get that call
nine months later,

"Danny Poker, you gave me herpes."

Oh.

Bitch shouldn't have trusted me, right?

Yeah, that is not where
I thought that was going.

Just like I shouldn't have trusted you.

Okay, Danny, listen. Let me explain.

I take you to Vegas,

I let you help me bury a body,

I drank mimosas with you at brunch,

and this is how you repay me.

By stealing my shit!

No, no, no, I didn't steal your shit.

- I was borrowing your shit.
- Listen to me very carefully,

you piece of shit.

You're gonna return my device right now

or you're gonna be a ghost.

No, hold on. Danny, you cut
out there for a second.

- What did you say?
- I said bring the device back.

- I want you to bring it back.
- Oh, no, no, after that.

After that. I heard that part.

I said bring the device here

or I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Ah. Oh.

'Kay.

Ah, shut up a-your face.

Ah ha, get off-a the phone.

Buongiorno!

I'm-a here to demonstrate
the new Italiano refrigeratore,

the Leftover Pasta Keeper 5000!

You were just here a little...
dude, just get out of here.

Donald, Donald, that's enough, okay?

Why don't you go take a cigarette break?

- You know I don't smoke.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, if the Italians
are treating their fridges

with the same inventive tenacity
as they are their toilets,

sweet mother of Mary, I want in.

- Let me see what you got.
- Grazie Mille.

Allow me to demonstrate
some of its bellissimo features.

- Please do.
- The Leftover Pasta Keeper 5000

is all about making your life
easier, more beautiful.

La dolce vita for you, huh?

- You like?
- Yeah.

Now, what would you say
if I tell you that this fridge

can tell you how much
milk you have left?

Well, I would be very interested
to hear how it can do that.

I bet you would.

Now, I could just tell you,

but I'm Italian and we love the theater.

We love il teatro, so
I'm gonna show you.

I just need to borrow your watch.

- Uh...
- Your watch, your watch.

- I borrow your watch.
- Okay, all right, all right.

And this is gonna help you show me

how the fridge keeps track of my milk?

Oh, Si. I take your watch,

which I borrow.

I come over here and I step
inside of the magic box...

- step inside of the fridge!
- Wait, what the hell?

- I step inside of the fridge.
- What? No. I'm sorry. No.

No magic, no magic. What are you
trying to pull over here?

Do you wanna hear about the milk or not?

I would like to hear
about milk, not magic.

You!

You're a lying, thieving magician!

- Aha!
- This man has stolen my act.

I am the real Levitating Luigi.

Oh, shart, no. Listen,
hey, Luigi, buddy?

I... I didn't... I
didn't steal your act.

Hey, hey, I thought you
said you were Italian.

- Aha!
- Well, I did.

I did say that, but, guys, this...

this is not what it seems, okay?

Oh, so you're saying it's an illusion?

Whoa!

Did you see that? Hoo!

Did you really pull that
out of your hat?

Ow! Fart!

What was that?

Ah.

Impressive.

Perhaps I underestimated you.

Perhaps you did.

Ha!

Cha, cha!

What? Ow, ow!

Dude, ow! Okay, dude, I think
you scratched my cornmeal.

Stop, stop, stop.

Ha! Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Are you gonna throw up?

Ah!

No, no. No, Luigi!

I catch you stealing my act again,

I will fucking kill you.

I was already down, you dick.

Oh, Gene.

- Gene?
- What?

Gene, I got a confession to make.

I am not an Italian
refrigerator salesman.

Yeah, I know.

- You're a magician.
- Nope, nope.

No, I'm not that either.

I'm, uh... I'm actually a medium.

And I'm here with the
ghost of Fantastic Jeff.

Is that ringing any bells?

- What?
- Yeah, he was trying

to perform a magic trick
at your birthday party

when he took your watch into that box

and then he tried to travel
through space and time.

But he died before he
could finish the trick

and now his ghost can't
move on until he does.

But... no, that's not possible.

No, this is all a prank.

That incident, it's in public records.

You could've accessed that very easily.

Yeah, ghosts, they're
about as real as magic.

So can you just give me my watch back

and leave my store, please?

I...

Oh, shit. I think... I
think Luigi took it.

All right, you know what? That's it.

I'm calling the cops.

May I borrow your watch?

How?

You see that?

That's what I was looking for.

Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait! No,
what about my thing?

If I don't get that back,
Danny will kill me!

Left breast pocket!

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Danny, it's Pac.

Please don't kill me, Danny Poker.

I just wanted to borrow it

so I could solve a bunch
of ghost cases in one day

and prove to Clyde
that I can do it without him,

you know? I mean, is that so crazy?

But I did it.

I solved, like, 20 cases in one day.

It was amazing.

And then this fucking ghost magician

took the thing hostage
and I lost control,

and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- 20 cases in one day?
- Yeah, maybe more. I don't know.

I don't remember right now

because I'm so fucking scared, Danny.

But I made... I made a lot of money.

Look, I understand
if you need to kill me, Danny.

I get it. But from one
friend to another,

I'm asking you, please just do it quick

and then send me into the
light with your device

- so I don't have to be a ghost.
- Pac.

You know, I feel like
maybe I overreacted earlier.

What? What'd you say?

Well, we all make mistakes, right?

- Yeah.
- Once, I accidentally

pushed "yes" on the checkout
thing at Whole Foods

when it asked if you
wanna donate a dollar

to that kids' cancer fund.

Oh. Oh, it's the worst, right?

20 ghost cases in one day
is pretty fucking good.

It's pretty fucking good.

What do you say you and me
go into business together?