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Can you say "newspaper"?

No, that sounds like "newsraper."

- Say "news."
- News.

- "Paper."
- Raper.

Nah, it still sounds like "raper."

Ah, you know what? I got an idea.

Let's try something else. Look at this.

- Can you say "peach"?
- Peach.

Peach. You said it. Do you want it?

Do you want to eat the peach?

All right, here we go.

Oh, my gosh.

You devoured that thing.

Oh, I wish I had more
peaches. That was my lunch.

Customer. Bye.

Hi.

You're the guy who gets rid of ghosts?

Um, I deal with ghosts, yeah.

Okay, look, I have a gig for you.

My father just died, and I found out

that he was keeping a
secret apartment in midtown.

And I would like to hold onto it.

- The secret?
- No, the apartment.

- Oh, sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- It's in great location,

it's rent controlled. The only problem is

I went in there and there was this, like,

evil cackling coming from inside the walls.

Yeah, okay. Had you told any jokes?

Uh, no.

Maybe it was a nervous laughter.

Right. Look, it doesn't matter.

If you could just look into
it, that would be top-notch.

- You got it. Yeah.
- Here's the address.

The manager will let you
in. Tell him I sent you.

And, uh, that'll be it.

Let me know when you find
something and we can talk money.

Oh, yeah, before you take off,

do you want a candy bar
or something? I got...

No, no. This looks terrible.

Okay, well, to each their zone.

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Well, thank you for letting
me in, Mr. Mosalata.

Please. Taro.

So Jeremy said his dad rented this place.

- Did you know him?
- Nah, never met him.

He'd been here for 40 years or something.

Well before I started.

What about paying rent?

Every month a rent check
would slip through the vent

and land on my table.

Until about three months ago
when the rent checks stopped.

So I came up to check on the guy,

- make sure he wasn't dead.
- Sure, yeah, yeah.

He didn't answer, so I let myself in.

But it was just...

like this.

Like no one had been here in decades.

Well, I can see why Jeremy
liked the place so much.

- Well, I'll leave you to it.
- Yeah, thanks, Terry.

- Taro.
- Uh, yeah.

Well, that's stuck.

Gotta be a he-man or something.

"Herro"?

What about this guy?

Oh, it's hinged to the...

Oh.

Awesome.

Oh, cool.

That's awesome.

Whoa.

Herro.

Hey. That's my line.

What is this place, huh?

It's my office.

Uh, who are you?

Master inventor, Rube Goldberg,

perfected the art of
creating complicated machines

built only to complete a simple task.

His intention was to
point out man's capacity

for exerting maximum effort
to accomplish minimum results.

Rube Goldberg.

- Now do you know who I am?
- Yes. Yeah.

Obviously you are the guy who invented

all those Rube Goldberg machines.

Close enough.

Whoa-ho-ho. Well done, sir.

Hi. Uh, sorry, my name is Kevin Pacalioglu.

I've been waiting for
someone like you, Kevin.

I've been waiting for the past 40 years.

- I need your help.
- With what?

Finishing one final machine.

The greatest Rube Goldberg
machine of all time.

My grandfather?

Yeah. Yeah, apparently this
was Rube's secret office.

He put it under your dad's name
so no one would bother him.

Your dad didn't even know.

Wait, Rube Goldberg died in the 1970s.

How does a ghost pay rent for 40 years?

That's the coolest part. Rodrigo here

was holding down the fort the whole time.

How is that even possible?

Oh, Jeremy, let me drop a
little avian knowledge on you.

Parrots can live to be 80
years old in captivity.

They often outlive their owners.

Especially when they've been
taught to feed themselves.

This is how he did it.

He pooped in this little tray right here.

You see that? At the end of every month,

when this got heavy enough
and full of enough bird poo,

it would tip and it would flip
little switch on right here,

causing this contraption to whir to life.

This little arm would write a check,

and this fan would blow it
into the vent right here,

which is directly above the
building manager's office.

That went on for like 40 years.

Until about three months ago,

when your gampy removed
this one domino right here,

stopping the payments.

Why?

I think because he wanted you

to find the place and then hire me.

He wants me to help him
build his final machine.

You know what? Forget it.

Uh, forget what?

The job. Just cancel the job.

I don't want you helping that man.

What? No. Why?

Rube Goldberg destroyed this family.

I don't want you helping him move on

or find peace or any of that.

He can rot away as a ghost for all I care.

Good day to you, sir.

No, see, ghosts don't rot, first of all.

They kind of just like look
the same as they did when...

Oh, shoot. Hey, what the hell, man?

What... what about the money?

I can pay you.

If you finish this job, I'll
pay you whatever you want.

Yeah. Yeah, I don't know, Rube.

I've had lots of ghost clients before

and they always seem to have
trouble opening their wallets,

- if you know what I mean.
- I'm different.

I was able to pay rent for
the past 40 years, right?

That's true, you did.

How does $10,000 sound?

Ten thousand dollars? That's amazing.

That, like, would change my whole life.

You got yourself a deal, sir.

All right, there are three items I need

to complete my machine.

The first item is a very special prototype

for a new kind of spring.

There is only one in existence.

You'll pretend to be delivering fruit.

No one ever questions a fruit basket.

Can I help you?

- Uh, yeah, I got some fruit.
- Qaddumi.

Where is that spring catalogue?

- Which one?
- The winter catalogue

with the new spring collection.

Uh, tomorrow, tomorrow, the latest.

If we don't have that winter
catalogue by noon tomorrow,

you're sprung.

You can't just spring that on me.

What does your little
lucky 7 ball say, huh?

Does it say you're the boss?

Or does it say I'm the boss?

The next item is a four-hole bowling ball.

There's one Alley in New York
where I know this ball exists.

Who would ever need a four-hole ball?

A guy with six fingers.

Excuse me. Uh, still using that ball.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm always doing that. Yeah.

Can't we just, uh...?

Ah! Damn it!

You broke my finger! Gah! Damn.

The final item on the list

The kindergarten class pet at
Charles Bukowski Elementary.

It's a hamster. Not any hamster.

It's a blind hamster.

Oi, look at this wanker.

What? Oh.

Oh, ha-ha.

Okay, very funny, guys. Step aside.

Sorry, mate. You gotta pay the toll.

Uh, no. No, I don't, because I'm an adult

and adults don't pay tolls, genius.

Ah! Where does that
come from? Was that you?

Why would you do that? What are you...?

What are you, little David Beckham?

You've got quite the leg for
a 10-year-old. That stings.

Oh. Hey, guys. You turned
my grapes into raisins.

Hey.

Hey, man, where the hell you been?

You know how I am on punctuality.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Roof, I tried to call.

You know what? Take one
of my burner phones, man.

Hey, Roof, when someone is,
like, super intimidating,

but they're the only thing
standing in the way of you

receiving some, like, life-changing reward,

what's the best way to, uh...

- bypass them completely?
- Hmm.

The way I see it, man,
you gotta face your fears.

You know. Like, I had a fear
of abandonment as a child.

And...

and now my fears came back.

Hey, you.

And you.

I thought you weren't
ready for a relationship.

And here you are on a date.

With a very famous detective, no less.

Uh, which... Oh, that actually means

that you... you are
ready for a relationship.

Perhaps my gentle let-downs
haven't been explicit enough

to get through to your
sourdough bread bowl of a brain.

Let me make myself perfectly clear.

I would never date anyone like you.

Ever.

In fact, the only reason I might consider

having you around is
because when I look at you,

it makes me not want to eat.

I'd just like to chime
in here for a minute.

I'm not, uh, I'm not actually a detective.

Um, I'm a, ahem, highly
acclaimed television actor.

I could be doing movies too,

- but I prefer...
- Fitz. Shut the (Bleep) up.

The point is, is that Paul Fitzgerald

is attractive, successful, and a homeowner.

You, on the other hand,

will never amount to anything.

You know something?

You are nothing like the
sweet, and kind Camomile

I used to dream of growing old with.

And you.

You are nothing like the
smooth and confident detective

that you play on the TV.

Which I guess, makes you a
really amazing actor, actually.

- So good for you.
- Namaste.

And you're wrong about me, Camomile.

I will not never amount to nothing.

I'm... I will not...

Get out.

Out.

How does $10,000 sound?

Ten thousand dollars? That's amazing.

That, like, would change my whole life.

You will never amount to anything.

The way I see it, man,
you gotta face your fears.

I did not have sexual
relations with that woman.

All right, listen up, snot wads.

Step aside before I clean your clocks off.

Is that a fact, wanker?

- What's a "fackwanker"?
- Hit him.

Oh, what just happened?

- Get out of here!
- Let's go.

Hey, little fella. Don't be afraid.

Take you out on a little adventure.

Who the hell are you?

- Who am I?
- Yes.

I'm... I'm 24601.

I'm employee number 24601
from the hamster division.

It's a mandatory hamster inspection.

I'll just borrow this guy
and get him out of your hair.

Excuse me. There is a sign-up
sheet for Mr. Wibbles.

You need to sign him out.

Oh, yeah, if you could just
bump me up on the list...

Listen, I don't make the rules.

- Oh...
- Thank you.

What is that man doing?

- Honey, he's checking...
- Is he taking Mr. Wibbles?

Child, it's fine. I'm
just borrowing Mr. Wibbles

so I can shove him inside of a machine.

No! He's stealing Mr. Wibbles!

No, I'm not stealing...

Get out or I will extinguish you.

No, no, no. I... ow! Ow! Ow!

You're okay.

Get out!

Hey, Rube. Where's the parrot?

I let rodrigo fly out the window.

His work here was done.

He earned his freedom.

Cool.

Of course, New York City's not
a natural habitat for a parrot.

He'll most likely be dead in a week.

Anyway, I got all the
stuff for which you asked.

Look at this.

Arab spring.

Four-hole bowling ball.

Lookit. Yeah.

And last, but not least, your blind ham...

Oh, no!

Oh, my God.

Oh, he was recovering so nicely.

You should know that I actually
don't need any of these.

- You don't need any of these?
- Uh-uh.

Do you have any idea how difficult it was

for me to get this stuff?

There's a teacher at
Bakowski Elementary School

with a broken leg.

Snapped in half.

Sarah will be fine.

She's gonna be f...

Wait a sec. What are you...?
How did you know her name?

My whole life had been devoted

to creating these complex machines.

I kept thinking, "what's next?"

When I died, I found that I had
completely neglected my family.

That's when I realized that
our actions have consequences.

Real consequences.

That's when it struck me.

What if I could build a machine

that relied not only on physical dominoes,

but metaphysical ones as well?

What if I could create an event

that led to another event

that led to another event?

And so forth.

So am I supposed to be
one of those meta...?

- Metaphysical dominoes.
- Yeah.

Metaphysical dominoes. Am I one of those?

No. You, Kevin, were necessary

to put the metaphysical dominoes in place.

And now, the machine is ready.

Please, would you do me the honor?

Push that domino over.

- That one right there?
- Yes.

Yeah.

The other way, genius.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I
knew that. There we go.

Ow!

The winter catalog never arrived
and we missed the deadline.

The spring collection is ruined.

You're fired!

No, no. I said "lawsuit."
Not "clothing suit."

Why would I need a lawsuit dry-cleaned?

Is that a parrot?

Okay, now listen. This
buzzer's broken over here

so if you need me, you just
pull this string on the side.

It runs the whole length of the hallway,

and it attaches to a see-saw
thing that'll ring a bell.

I know it's super janky,

but it's like one of those, you know,

mouse trap kind of thingies.

It's a Rube Goldberg machine.

That's funny.

- What's funny about that?
- No, nothing.

It's just, uh, Rube Goldberg
was actually my grandfather.

Rube Goldberg was my grandfather.

Hello?

Mr. Mosalata.

Please. Taro.

Taro, hey, it's Jeremy Goldberg.

Listen, I think I'm going to keep

- that apartment after all.
- Are you sure?

Yeah. I just ran into my long-lost cousin

who I'd never met,

and the fact that we have
the same grandfather,

the very man who rented that apartment,

I... I don't know. It
seems like it's a sign.

Like it's all part of some bigger plan.

- I'll start the paperwork.
- Thanks.

Oh, one thing that's definitely, you know,

not part of the bigger plan.

That broken window,

can you fix that?

I'll take a look at it.

Okay. Thanks.

Night's coming.

Oh.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

That was amazing.

I mean, I still like the hand-clapping one,

but that was cool.

Oh, Rube, you are awesome.

Wait. Oh...

Wait, Rube.

How am I supposed to
get my... my ten grand?

Oh, freaking a! I knew it.

Ah...

Ugh, who's this?

Roofie, it's a bad time, man.

No, no. Wait, wait. This is good.

Yo, check this, man.

So I'm taking a taxi yesterday.

All of a sudden a paper airplane

flies through the window,

hits the cab driver in
the face out of nowhere.

We swerve,

hit a town car, right?

- Guess who's town car we hit.
- Uh, James McAvoy?

No.

Steve Myer.

Steven Myer is the mayor of New York.

- We elected a mayor Myer?
- I know, right?

But check this out.

Me and him get to talking,

we chatting, right?

And I asked him, I say, "yo, what's taking

so freaking long with the
Second Ave. Subway line?"

Yo, get this. He says the
workers don't want to work,

because it might be haunted.

Subway ghosts.

Yup.

Short story long, how would
you like to make $10,000?

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