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Oh, my God.
Duncan is dead.

What?
No, no one said that.

Fingers crossed
he pulls through.

Yeah.
Fingers crossed, most def.

Okay, Lexi's on her way
to the hospital,

and Sam is going with her.

I guess I'll have to cover
for them both.

Give me that yogurt.
What?

We've got a paper
to put out.

Ah! Coconut?

Be brave, Dennis.

Mr. Rhodes, I'm so sorry.

It's okay, Nell, because I think
I understand completely

what is going on.
You do?

I'm immortal,
and you are a witch.

Well, no, see,
that's not exactly it.

Okay, then what is
exactly it?

I-I mean, how can I be
in an ambulance

on my way to the hospital
while I'm also here with you

in an employee common area
that smells like old paella?

Well, since I started
writing obituaries,

I see the ghosts
of the people I'm assigned.

Maybe it's genetic.
My grandmother did see spirits.

But she also
talked to chickens.

Okay, let's...
I did pre-write your obituary,

so that could be the reason
why you're here.

Uh-huh.

You must have
so many questions.

Yes, I do.

Why aren't you rich?

Huh?
Why aren't you rich?

I mean, I could think
of a million ways

you could take your power

and turn it into
an incredible financial gain.

Do you know why I'm not rich?
Huh? Do you?

You're too tall.

Would you like to know
why I am not rich?

'Cause you sold this paper
right from underneath us,

and you didn't even tell
your daughter.

Do you know
how totally crushed she was?

She was on her way to confront
you and tell you to stop.

But then you died.

You finally crack,
you freak?

Not now, Mason, okay?

I am trying to process
my emotions about Mr. Rhodes.

Oh. Right.
Right. Sorry.

Um, let's see.

Boo-hoo. Ding-dong.
The guy was a jerk.

Freak.

Wow. No feelings,
no loyalty.

Now, that kid's
gonna be rich.

Captions by VITAC--

Um...

Sam.
I beat ya.

Aah.
I just heard about Duncan.

Come here.

It's so horrible.

It's complicated.

Hey, can you see me?
Am I transparent?

Can-- Can you see my face?

I just have to get to Lexi
and make sure she's okay.

Mm-hmm.
You know, I have her phone.

I have her wallet.
What else she gonna need?

Her stapler.
She's gonna--
Oh, no. Sam, no.

I'm sure they have one
of these at the hospital.

But that's the one
she learned on.

Aw, Bangs is sad.

It's just that she's
been there for me

through so much this year.

I really want to be there
for her right now.

You know what, Sam?
I'm gonna come with you.

Really?
Yeah.

I think we should all go
and see Lexi.
Great.

No, no, no,
I'm not going to the hospital.
Yes.

I don't want to see
my own body.

It could put a rip
in the space-time continuum.

Dude, this is not
"Back to the Future."

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?
Hello?

Where'd he go?

They stabilized Duncan.

He's at the hospital,
and they're prepping
him for surgery.

Whoa,
that is so weird.

Hmm?

I mean,
surgery is so weird.

They cut you open,
dig around.

You know, if they touch
something metal,

your nose lights up--
Bing!

You don't know
what surgery is?

I do not have time
to explain it to her.

Half of the sports section
didn't show up.

And now I have to figure
out what the playoff is.

Cheryl, banana.

Oh! Overripe.

Be brave, Dennis.

Edward.

How's Lexi?

She's getting to know
the nurses.
Good.

I don't see why I can't look at
my own father's medical chart.

Because it's illegal
and would be a HIPAA violation.

Call me a hippo again
and see what happens.

She looks so stressed out.
Why aren't you doing anything?

I am.
I'm working 23 down.

You're doing a crossword?

Lexi needs you to, like,
calm her, comfort her.

Yeah.
Okay, great.

Well, I'm gonna go
talk to her.

Here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna get color-coded

and alphabetical
at the same time.

Mandy,
I know you look scared,

but I promise you,
it will be worth it.

Hey, sweetie. I'm here.
Can I get you anything?

Do you have a stapler?

I don't know
how to use this one.

Do I have a stapler?
No, I don't.

Damn it, Nell!
I'm gonna check the gift shop.

Quentin, hey, uh,
you still in your feelings,

or did you cry it all
out last night?

Nope.
Nothing a hot shower

and a continental breakfast
at the DoubleTree couldn't fix.

Hm.
You ready for my interview,
Quentin?

Gird your loins,
because my r?sum?

is gonna blow
your nads off.

Well, I'll meet you in the
conference room, Ms. Hercules.

Where are you
interviewing Tina?

And why did I not know
her last name was Hercules?

Well, first off,
you're not a very good listener.
What?

Second, there are
a few openings

at some of my company's
other holdings.

I'm culling the best candidates
at the SoCal Independent.

The best, huh? Okay.

I'll go home
and get my good blazer on.

Unfortunately, you won't
be having an interview

in any blazer.

Is this because you
accidentally called me Mommy?

I only called you Mommy
because you gave me

that super-soft
and warm blankie.

No.
That is not the reason.

It's because,
as an obituary writer,

your job is easily replaced
by AI.

Duncan: Yep.
Aah!

It's definitely because
he called you Mommy.

You need to get an interview
with that suit.

Dennis: Nell.
Huh?

Duncan is going
into surgery.

His heart's gonna be
outside his body

for the next three
to six hours.

That's also how much time I'll
need to fix Mason's horoscopes,

because they all say,
"Scopes, brah."

You, come.

An interview?

Your heart is flopping around
outside of your body,

and that's what
you're worried about?

No, we got to go
and see Lexi.

I'm getting
a clear picture

as to why your life
is in shambles.

You're a squanderer.

You squander.

I do not squander.
I am not a squanderer.

I work very hard
at this paper.

Oh, please.
Lots of people work hard.

You have
an incredible ability,

yet you've never used it
for your own good.

That is not
how this works.

No, that's not how
it's been working,

but now you have me,
a titan of industry.

I can get you a job
with that goober.

Just get me in the room.

You want me to use you
to get a job?

That's so selfish.

Is it really selfish?

Or is it smart?

And for all you know,
I could be your last ghost.

Oh, my God, you're right.
Exactly.

So use me to do something
meaningful for yourself.

Fine.

Quentin,
I want an interview.

And if you don't
give me one,

I'm going to tell everybody
that you suck your thumb

1 in 10 adults do it.

I'll see you
in five minutes.

Booya!

Ah!

Okay, let's not
clean up too much.

It's good you look like
you work at a car wash.

Well, I'm just saying
if you're too perfect,

then the interviewer thinks
you're desperate.

I am desperate.

Do not say a word.

The first person
who speaks loses.

Okay,
let's get started.

What would you say
is your biggest weakness?

Amateur hour.

He's trying to get you
to diminish your skill set.

Pivot with a joke.

My biggest weakness?
Tiramisu.

Uh-huh.
Not a great joke.

This is what you're gonna do.
Uh, spread out.

Take-- Take up more space.
Show your dominance.

Yeah, more.
More.

More.

M-- Okay.
We're not a gargoyle.

Alright, uh, let's start
with some of our openings.

No, no, you're gonna
lead the meeting.

You tell him
why he's gonna hire you.

You know what?
Pace at me, Nell. Pace.

Okay. Well, let me tell you
why you should hire me.

Stronger.

And it's not because of
my years of experience

or my investigative skills.

Okay, curse, curse.
Or even because I'm a damn,

very damn,
damn good writer.

Yes.
Now get up his face.

You're gonna hire me
because I'm bringing you

journalistic expertise
at a bargain price,

and you are lucky
to have it.

Now, I want you
to grab that pruny thumb

and extend it upwards so that
you show me you comprende!

Yowza!

I seriously
underestimated you.

You are far more qualified
than I anticipated.

We may just have some openings
at our other holdings.

Do not say a thing.
You're gonna walk out.

We're walking.
We're not gonna look back.

You did it.
You did it, Nell!

Yes!

Whoo-hoo!
Whoop.

Oh, you better get it.
Get it.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I see you rockin' it.

What, what?
Oh, whoa!

Oh, my God.
You were so right.

I crushed it!
Why haven't I done this before?

That's my girl.
Yeah!

Wait. No, no, no, no,
I am not your girl.

No. Lexi is your girl.

And I just realized
that you haven't asked once

to go and see her.

Lexi's fine.
Hey, let's go to Caesars Palace.

I can get into
the Bacchanal Buffet.

No.

You have an opportunity
to see your daughter

before you potentially die,
and you're here with me?

I'm not the squanderer.
You're the squanderer.

Don't use my word
against me,

especially after all I did
for you with the thumb Sucker.

You told me to use this
to help myself,

but that's not how it works.

I use this to help you.

And if you're gonna be
my last ghost,

then I'm taking you
to the hospital.

I'm not going
to the hospital.

You have no choice.
You're getting in my Prius.

I'm not getting into
a Prius.

Damn it.
I'm in a Prius.

Alright, where's Mandy?
Hello!

Does anyone have eyes
on Mandy?

Hey. Do you want
to take a break?

I got you some--

...balloons.

Thank you, Sam.

Did she like the balloons?

Thank you.
Hey, you know,
is this really necessary?

I'm sure Lexi's
probably fine.

Lexi:
Mandy to the nurses' station.

I know you stole my Fresca.

Mandy to the nurses' station!

Does she sound fine to you?
No.

Come on.

You're gonna use me
to deliver a message to Lexi.

This could be your last chance
to fix your relationship.

Look, Nell,
the Rhodes family,

you know,
we're not lovey-dovey,

"get your feelings out"
type of family.

We communicate
with long periods of silence

sometimes lasting years.

Well,
we don't have years.

So tell me what you
want me to tell Lexi.

Alright,
just tell her, um...

Uh, start with Le--

I got nothing.

Wh-What do you mean
you got nothing?

She's your only daughter.

You can't be so cold and empty
inside that you got nothing.

What do you want me
to say, huh?

That I messed up?

That I chose work
over my family?

That we went her entire life

without having
a real conversation?

Do you think that's gonna
make her feel any better?

Wow, when you
put it like that...

I can't do this anymore.

I don't even know
who that woman is.

She's crazy.

I think that
might be Mandy.

Okay. I'm loving that
the napkins are in a basket.

That is a good start.

But it's easier
to kick cardiovascular disease

when you add
a little pizzazz.

Could you please just look up
from the crossword at least?

She's doing napkin origami
over there.

Impressive.

So then you push it through,
fan out the tail,

and voil?.

Oh, I can't believe
I have to do everything

around this hospital
myself.

You know what? Let's take
a deep breath with me, okay?

Let's try that.

In, two, three, four.

We're running low
on bedpans

and need more
type O-negative blood.

I can only donate
so much, Sam.

Hey, real quick,

what's an eight-letter word
for cashmere shawl?

Why does it matter?

Pashmina, which was also the
name of my first albino pony.

Huh. What about
a six-letter word

for director and star
of "Yentl"?

Oh, Barbra,
but only two A's.

She took away the middle one

when she knew
she was going to be famous.

You're really good
at this.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I think I'm going to
check and see

if there's an update
on my father.

Okay.

I, uh, get
the crossword now.

When I get overwhelmed,
it helps me calm down

if I have something to fixate
on, like my Rubik's cube,

and I know Lexi's
the same way.

A puzzle with a solution.
Small wins.

Those things help us relax

in situations
we can't really control.

I see why the two of you
are so good for each other.

Alright.
Let me try one.

Three-letter word
for foe of dog.

I don't know. War?

That is correct.
Oh!

Making five down
"Wanada."

Ooh.

Hey.

Cricket, it's so nice
that you're here.

Well, honey,
Duncan is a complicated man.

But I want to be here
for Lexi, too.

Plus, girl, that buffet spread

is better than any hotel
I've been to.

Nothing.
So, how you doing, honey?

It's a weird day.

You know, Duncan being in here
and the paper being sold.

It just-- It's made me
think about a few things.

Oh. Well,
tell me all about it

while I eat this
stuffed mushroom.

You know,
I always thought

that my job writing
obituaries had value.

I mean, not monetarily,
because it doesn't pay squat,

but somehow, because
I'm telling their last story,

I was bringing closure
to the person who died,

but I don't think
I'm impacting them at all.

Well, of course not.
Honey, they're dead.

Right.

Obituaries are not really
for the dead.

They're for the living.

When Monty died,
I felt so connected to him

because of your obituary.

It was like, through you,

I had one last conversation
with him.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Nell,
that is so special.

Hey, how's it going?

Oh, now that Mandy's gone, we've
really gotten into a groove.

That's awesome.

Maybe it's a good time
to take a walk with me.

Oh. Ladies,
I'm taking my 10.

- Oh, thank God.
- Who is she anyway?

So, uh, I know you didn't get
a chance to talk to your dad

before all this happened,

and you had a lot of stuff
that you wanted to say.

So maybe you could say it
to me instead.

You'll feel better.
That sounds dumb.

That sounds dumb.
See what I'm saying?

The Rhodes, we don't
talk about our feelings.

I get it.

Rhodes don't talk about
their feelings.

That's exactly what
my father would say.

Oh, really?
Well, what would you say back?

Pretend he's here.

Pretend he's standing
right next to me

with a big dumb look
on his face.

Nice. Alright.
This is a waste of time.

I promise,
it's not a waste of time.

Fine.

I'm upset he sold the paper
without telling me.

It makes me feel like
he never thought I could run it

in the first place.

When he first gave me the paper,
I was left with no resources,

and he thought it would close
in six months.

I bought it
as a write-off.

I made it last for years.
Wow.

I figured out a way to be
resilient and never give up.

That's something I've had to
do my entire life, by the way.

And he's always seen me
as someone

who needs to be
taken care of.

He's never seen
the real me.

And everything
that I can actually do.

And look what you did.

You built this paper
and a beautiful community.

I can't believe they all
came here for my father.

They didn't.
They came here for you.

And I have a feeling

your dad would want
to know the real you.

I hope he pulls through
so he gets the chance.

Yeah.
I do, too, Lexi.

We all chipped in
to put out the paper early

so we could be here.

Actually, it was all me.

I wanted to be generous,
but they did nothing.

Thank you.

See, Duncan?

This is what I do
for ghosts.

Good news, everyone.
The surgery was a success.

Father's going to be okay.

I'm not crying.
You're crying.

Yay. Yeah.
Life found a way.

Enjoy the Rolex.

Father,
you're looking well.

Oh, well, thank you.

I had them do
a little nip/tuck

before popping
the ticker back in.

Oh, well,
I'm glad you pulled through.

I have something important
to tell you.
Oh, really?

You figured out how you're gonna
spend all that money

we got from
selling the paper?

You're gonna buy
an Italian soccer team, hmm?

Invest in
a celebrity tequila?

Go to space?

Actually,
I need to say something,

but it's hard,
so I'm just going to say it.

I bought the paper.

The new owner was selling it
for parts,

and I bought all the parts.

I borrowed against my trust,
liquidated my savings,

and refinanced my horse.

And I'm sure that you think
it's a bad investment

and a terrible idea.

No. Actually, I don't.

Really?

Please, talk me
through the deal points.

Sure.

Nell:
Some people think a newspaper
is just about the news,

but it's about so much more.

When I first started
writing obituaries,

I thought my job was
about reporting the facts.

But as with
all good storytelling,

I discovered it's really
all about the people

and their relationships
to each other.

It's about the challenges
they've faced

and how they've risen
to the occasion,

how they've become someone
or something

they never knew was possible.

And to get two sheets
together,

you simply, you see,
put it like that.

And look at this.
They're married now.

With every obituary
assignment,

I'm not just learning
about other people's lives.

They're also teaching me
about mine.

This job that once seemed
like a burden

has become so meaningful to me

that I would even do it
for free.

"But I think
we would both agree,

in light of the new ownership,
I definitely deserve a raise.

Sincerely yours,
Nell Serrano."

Hm.

So, what do you think?

I love your little book report
about your job,

and I agree
with all of it.

You do?
Yes.

Except for the raise part.

I just sunk all of my money
into this place.

It's gonna be a hard no.

But I'm a damn,

very damn, very damn,
damn good journalist,

and I'm gonna convince you why
you're gonna change your mind.

Oh, Nell. You don't know
who you're dealing with.

I could do this all day.
My father started me young.

Oh, hey. Oh, wow.
You guys look huge.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, boss lady,
I hope you're not so fancy

that we can't take you
out to lunch.

As much as I'd love to,

I already have lunch plans
with our landlord.

Hello, everybody.
It's great to be back.

Good morning,
Mr. Rhodes.

I can see you're still
getting dressed in the dark.

Thank you, Mr. Rhodes.
Of course.

Hello, Father.
I'll be with you in a moment.

I just have to grab
my gloves.

Hey, there, Mr. Rhodes.

Ah. Hello, Mel.

Glad you're back.
How you feeling?

Pretty good for a guy
who was technically dead

and had his heart flopping
around outside his body

for several hours.

Yeah, that must have
been weird.

Hey, quick question-- Seeing as
I'm the obituary writer

and it's kind of my jam,
I was just wondering,

do you remember anything
during that time

or see anything
or anybody?

No, no, not really.

Just everything went black,
you know?

Like I was in a void.

Great.

Except it was very tight.
Yeah.

And uncomfortable.

That makes sense.

Kind of like I was
in a Prius.

How would I know
what that's like?

Uh...

Wait a minute.

What?

Since it's a new day
at the newspaper,

I thought I would take
the opportunity to rebrand

with a more up-to-date,
modern image.

Mm. Love.
Getting a makeover.

Yes, great idea.
Yeah.

So from today moving forward,

our beloved SoCal Independent
shall be known as...

the SoCool Independent.

I mean, it's very similar
to SoCal,

just a little bit cooler.

What a difference an "oo" makes.

So, what do you think?

Well, it doesn't
sound professional.

Or reputable.
Or real.

Or good.

Uh, because it's not.

Goof!
Oh.

Fun boss.
Get it?

Prank's on you.

Perfect prank.
You should have seen
your faces.

That was amazing.
I just have to make
a quick call.

You got to prank me next.
I got you good.

What a laugh.

Take them down.
Take them all down.