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Got talked into buying the big carriage.

That's a lot of carriage, let me tell you.

- Hmm?
- Two horse powered.

Wow.

Ben Franklin, Sam Adams,

and General Washington himself.

I heard they're in town

for the big Freemason gathering.

It's the most illustrious group

of men in the American colonies.

Oh, to be one of them.

Oh, I think Ben Franklin's

- actually coming over here.
- What?

Laugh, man. Laugh like I've made a quip.

Higgintoot.

I trust you're well?

Yes, well, three of my five nephews

survived the winter, so we're pleased.

Oh, excellent news. Excellent news.

You know, I was actually wondering whether

you'd be free to drop by the Freemason lodge

this Friday at 5:00.

- I could use a man like you.
- Of course.

Ah! Splendid, then. I'll see you there.

And, uh-- ooh! Enjoy the view.

Ah, yes.

Knockers. My favorite.

I wish she had three instead of two.

Right.

Damn those pesky wedding vows.

Okay, great.

See you tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- Hmm?

Jay,
we just got another booking for the event.

- Yeah1
- Event? What event?

Nothing was run by me as lady of the house.

Again-- Because you're dead.

But just to bring everybody up to speed,

we are hosting a high-end whiskey tasting...

...and so far,

the feedback's been great.

We even got a writer from Sippr NY

to come review it, which is huge.

Sippr is like Eater, but for drinks.

To put it in terms you
still don't understand.

Well, I don't like that the
event promotes alcohol use.

Said the cocaine fiend.

But I do like your
description of it as high-end.

Sounds snooty. Well done.

Oh, hold on.

It's crazy you can
publicize a drinking event.

In my day, when folks were boozing,

you didn't know if you
were going to get arrested,

get shot or go blind.

Ooh-whee! It was fun.

Are you sure?

Okay. Uh, well, uh, thanks, I guess.

Bad news, babe.

Um, you know how I was supposed to secure

the liquor license before
the B and B opened?

Might want to get down here!

Sam and Jay are about to have a fight.

Well, I forgot.

But then, in kind of a hero move,

last week, I realized that I forgot.

Jay, the whiskey tasting is tomorrow.

Which is why I have been
hounding the liquor board

to expedite the process, and that was them.

And they said that the earliest

that they can come to do an inspection

is eight weeks from now.

No. We've been serving alcohol for months.

Welcome drinks, wine pairings with dinner.

Wait, we have been doing it for months,

and we haven't been caught.

So what's one more day?

Yes. Jay, I like your style.

If we cancel on the Sippr guy,
he may never come back.

We'll be blowing a huge opportunity.

As the wife of a robber baron,

if I might just add,
sometimes one must skirt the law

to advance one's own business.

This is nuts. Serving alcohol

without a license is a criminal offense.

What are the ghosts saying?

Well, Hetty's saying sometimes you need

to bend the law in business,

and Pete's arguing against.

And whose mansion are we
standing in right now?

Okay, I had a three-bedroom

in a very good school district.

I guess it's just one more day.

Yes, Sam! Let's break the damn law.

And please enjoy this cheese platter

while we wait for the
other guests to arrive.

Thank you so much.

Uh, Sam,
why are we wasting space on almonds?

We need pungent. Where's the Roquefort?

Who are the young folk?

Ah, they're here for the whiskey tasting.

She's an art history major,
and he's a frat guy

trying to prove he's not a douche

by bringing her to this classy event.

I am tired of people
stereotyping frat dudes.

We are just as refined as the next guy.

Babe, check it out.

Frog testicles.

Yes, he's a remarkable young man.

Damn, I miss my frat days.
Great friends, epic parties.

Isaac knows what I'm talking about.

- He was a Freemason.
- What's a Freemason?

We were the original fraternal organization.

Ben Franklin,
George Washington, Samuel Adams

were counted amongst our membership.

It was, like, crazy exclusive.

The kid who played Chunk in Goonies

was in my pledge class, so I get it.

Here's an idea.

What if we started our own fraternity?

A ghost fraternity?

- Oh, hell yes!
- A ghost fraternity?

Okay,
but how is that any different than all of us

just hanging out like we always do?

Because a fraternity has
rituals and traditions.

And a cool secret handshake!

Yes.

Also, it's slightly different

than what we do every other day.

Yeah! Anything different is good.

Okay, fine. I'm in.

Flower, what do you say?

I forget what we were talking about.

It's just like doing bong hits with Chunk.

I love it. This frat's gonna be amazing!

Is that the guy from Sippr?

Yep, and he is making love to that whiskey.

So what do you think?

Notes of vanilla, dried fruit,

a playful offering with which to start.

Uh...

If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back.

- Hi. Jay Arondekar?
- Yes.

My name's Sherry.
I'm with the Hudson Valley Liquor Authority.

Sam, we're being raided.
Toilet, sink or drink.

You got to get rid of the hooch.

I'm here to inspect your property

for a liquor license.

Oh. I thought you couldn't come

for, like, eight weeks.

Well, today is your lucky day.

I had a cancellation and was told you folks

are in a bit of a time crunch.

Now isn't exactly the best time,

so maybe you could come back,
like, say, tomorrow?

Once we arrive, if we're denied entry,

- it's an automatic fail.
- Meaning...

You'll have to wait a
year before you reapply.

Okay, uh, would you just hold on one moment?

- No, wait-- What?
- Thanks.

This is not good.

We can't be without a
liquor license for a year.

We have to get the guests out of here.

Wow. I guess someone's wishing
they listened to the fellow

with the modest house after all, huh?

What are we gonna do?
Are we gonna kick out the Sippr guy?

Can you imagine the review he'll write?

He'll shred us.

- I have an idea.
- What?

I said, "He'll shred us."

I was talking to Alberta.

Okay, well, you can see how it's confusing,
though, right?

Well, you have a bunch of booze

and a bunch of thirsty customers

with Johnny Law breathing down your neck.

And you also have a secret
room with a hidden entrance.

What are you saying, Alberta?

Girl, I'm saying let's do a damn speakeasy.

Alberta's suggesting
that we sneak our guests

into the vault and call it a speakeasy.

That's a great idea.

It's cool, it's down a secret passageway.

That's what I'm saying!

We could sell it as part

of the whiskey tasting experience,
make it our theme.

I strongly advise against this.

You're gonna run a speakeasy in the house

while that woman is performing inspections?

This is crazy.

Yes, Pete, apparently we are.

Ooh, all right, Sam! You won't regret it.

Yeah, unless they get fined, arrested,

or put out of business.

Either way, it's gonna be

a wild night.

- What's going on?
- It's 1928,

and Johnny Law is hot on our tails.

Oh, is this like a speakeasy thing?

Yes, exactly. And as long as you
know the password-- um, uh...

Arrow... nerd.

Pretty sure Arrow would have sufficed.

Then you can come on in.

- Arrow nerd.
- You're in.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

So, uh,
how long do you think this is going to take?

Well, I need to check the common spaces,

make sure there are an
appropriate number of egresses,

look at the general sanitary conditions,

ensure there's no pest feces
or active infestations.

Cool. So, like, ten or 15 minutes?

This is going to take several hours, sir.

Ooh, the Paper Mate 98 ball pen?

Oh, this gal means business.

That baby glides.

Ooh. Yeah.

You've all been chosen as members

of the inaugural class

of the very exclusive ghost fraternity.

What makes it exclusive?

Pete and Alberta aren't in it.

Didn't they choose not to be in it?

Be that as it may, they're out.

Now, you may be wondering, what is a frat?

And the answer is an
organization that promotes

high-minded conversations

about philosophy, poetry and ethics.

What? No, it's not that at all.

It's about binge drinking, taking drugs,

and doing one day of
charity every three years.

But, Trevor, we're ghosts.

We can't do any of those things.

Okay, fine, but we don't have to be lame.

We can do fun stuff,
like jumping off the roof.

Yes!

Like ättestupa.

In Viking society, when old people

no longer able to support themselves,

we throw them off cliff.

Is very fun.

Just every story, man,

- it just keeps getting darker.
- Yeah.

Wouldn't everyone prefer to plumb the depths

of human knowledge and
learn timeless lessons

about morality,
like we did in the Freemasons?

Look, guys,
I think we have different visions

of this thing, which is fine.

Doesn't mean that one's
better than the other.

Just means that you should
start your own frat.

And I'll do the cool one.

So...

how's it going down here?

A completely immersive experience

to go along with the tasting. Well done.

And the fake corpse-- That's a nice touch.

Look, I can make him pick his nose.

- That's great, Blane.
- Oh, they're being so loud.

The inspector's going to hear.
This is so nerve-racking.

Pete, this is living!

Didn't you ever color outside the lines?

Well, one time I was late for a movie,

so I parked in a loading zone.

It was a Sunday, so it was probably allowed,

but, man, it ruined Gremlins for me.

We lived very different lives, Pete Martino.

Thor-Finn, Thor-Finn, Thor-Finn!

Jump, Thor!

Now that Thor up here, it, uh...

seems pretty high.

Starting to feel bad

for old people we throw off cliff.

You're a ghost. You'll be fine.

Oh.

Is this stove properly ventilated?

Yes, I would assume it is.

Well, you'd be surprised.

A lot of these older homes have renovations

that were done without proper permitting.

Oh, my God!

Improper permitting, you say?

Yes, it's a real problem.

- Thor rules!
- Oh, my God!

Best fraternity ever! Yes!

I'll be right back.

- Arrow nerd.
- Excuse me?

Our buddy texted us about a speakeasy here.

Oh, yeah,
that's not actually happening anymore.

But he just texted us.

- Hey, yo, Blane!
- Okay, okay.

It was a test.

And you passed,

so shut up, follow me, quietly.

"Any moment might be our last,

everything is more beautiful
because we are doomed."

Anyone know from where those words come?

- My worst nightmare?
- No.

It's The Iliad!

This is the point of a
fraternal organization.

The Freemasons sought
to build moral character

through study of the classics.

"The classics."

Hey, what's going on lame-da,
lame-da, lame-da?

- We're going to party in vault!
- You guys should come.

No, rest assured, we're quite fine in here.

Suit yourself.

Lame-da!

Okay, where were we? Ah, yes.

Throwing a party of our own.

- I can't do this, man.
- What?

Look,
I joined your frat 'cause I hate siding

with Trevor on basically anything, but...

I just gotta get out of here.

Well, it's just you and me, then.

That was so rude of Sasappis

just to leave us here like that.

I think I should go give
him a piece of my mind.

- You just want to go to the party, don't you?
- Desperately.

Thank you for understanding. Oh!

HVU!

- Go, Turtles!
- Man, these guys can drink.

I had two light beers in college one night.

Woke up in a trash heap in northern Nevada.

Ooh!

Oh, well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.

Yes, fine. We got bored. You win.

Go ahead,
do that weird gesture with your hands

- where you make a little "T."
- T-Money! Yeah, that one?

- Ugh.
- Ugh. Good. Get it out of your system.

Wait. Where's Isaac?

Oh, uh, he's, uh, still at the frat meeting.

You left him at the meeting alone?

- Yes, and we feel awful about it.
- Mm-hmm.

Tiny hot dogs.

Oh, they smell just as good as the big boys.

- Hey.
- Hi.

So how's it going up there?

Slow. That lady is thorough.

How's Sippr guy enjoying himself?

He thinks that the high-end whiskey

that we're serving him isn't "special."

Uh, Sam, if I may,

I know where you can get a whiskey

that will knock this man's socks off.

- Am I holding for ghosts?
- Yup.

My bootlegger boyfriend
stored booze upstairs

- the night I performed.
- Do you think it's still there?

Oh, I know it is. I'll take you right to it.

Okay. Hey, uh, Elliot.

Uh, how would you like to
try Prohibition-era whiskey

stashed on this property 100
years ago by bootleggers?

I would like to try that very much.

Great. Wait here and we'll be right back.

Uh, there is just one little problem.

- It's in the wall.
- Seriously?

Damn it.

Jay, Alberta said the
whiskey is still in the wall.

Mm-hmm.

Yep, it's still there.

Oh, my precious booze.

And also a possum skeleton.

He died years before you guys moved in.

Cute little guy. You know, pre-rotting.

All right, I'm all done with my inspection.

- Everything looks good.
- Oh!

Great. So you're leaving?

Yup, just as soon as I fill
out the requisite paperwork.

Okay if I set up shop in the kitchen?

Uh... Why don't you use the library?

- It's more comfortable.
- Or the upstairs den.

Very end of the hall. Quiet.

No, the kitchen's fine.

This is insane.

There's no way we can
break a hole in this wall

without Sherry hearing us.

Okay, I have an idea.

We Shawshank it.

Shawshank Redemption. The movie.

- I still haven't seen it.
- Seriously?

- Sam, it's on, like, four times a day.
- Okay.

In that movie, the main guy, Andy Dufresne,

he escapes from prison by
crawling through a pipe,

and what he does is he waits for a storm,

and then he uses the cracks
of thunder to cover up

when he hits the pipe with a rock.

So you're saying we should wait for a storm?

No, babe, I'm saying we make our own storm.

Is anyone else turned on right now?

A little.

This woman is a machine! Working in pen,

no cross-outs, really focused.

Oh, Jay looks like he's gearing up, Sam.

Oh, don't mind me.

I'm just gonna tenderize a little meat.

No problem.

And now!

And now!

And now!

Oh, that's a beefy rib-eye.

Oh, my God.

Ooh-whee! Yes.

That's some sweet Kentucky bath water.

Mm, and one nasty-ass possum.

Hey, I've been looking for you, bud.

I suppose you've come to gloat

about your fraternity vanquishing mine.

No, I came to invite you downstairs.

It may not be a Masonic lodge,

but speakeasy's pretty cool.

And we missed you.

Well, the truth is, I wouldn't even know

what the inside of a
Masonic lodge looked like.

What are you talking about?

Was it all freaky blindfolded stuff?

No, Trevor.

Despite my claims,
I never actually was a Freemason.

Wow!

I had heard the rumors,
but that is a big carriage.

Well, it doesn't get the
best miles per bale of hay,

but, uh, she sure is roomy.

Indeed. Indeed.

And a good thing too, Higgintoot,

because I've invited you here today

because I would like you

to take a large oak desk

to John Jay's house.

You mean... You mean after the meeting?

After the...

Oh, dear.

You thought I was inviting you

to the Freemasons meeting.

Oh... I mean, I... I mean, no.

Look, after John Jay's,
why don't you come back?

Really?

Oh, darn it! I've done it again, haven't I?

I simply meant in case any of the Freemasons

needed a ride home.

I am sorry.

So, when I got the chance
to start my own fraternity,

I decided to turn it into the Freemasons,

so I could finally belong.

But here I am, rejected once again.

They didn't reject you today.

They rejected being in the Freemasons,

Which makes sense, 'cause it seems

like the Freemasons kind of sucked.

And Ben Franklin-- I hate to say this,

as a Penn guy-- sounds like a dick.

He was a bit full of himself.

Although, he did discover electricity.

Like they weren't gonna find that.

Look,
I didn't get into my first choice frat,

but the guys I ended up with

turned out to be my best friends.

Didn't one of them dump
your dead body into a lake?

The point is,
you may not have chosen us ghosts,

but you're here now,

and we're lucky to have you.

Thank you, Trevor.

You know, there's a statue

of Ben Franklin on campus at Penn,

him sitting on a bench.

Ugh, of course there is.

Why are you telling me this?

Because every weekend,

kids get drunk and pee all over it.

Oh.

Oh, Trevor...

What a gift you've given me.

So, what do you think?

I have never had anything like it.

I feel like I've been training
my whole life for this.

Cheers.

Little tip, Sam.

You and Jay wait 20
minutes before drinking it,

see if any of these folks go blind.

I can't believe it. We pass our inspection,

we nail the whiskey tasting.

Are we great business people?

We might be.

Oh, what a night. That was fun.

I gotta admit, I was nervous at first,

but then I started to,
you know, get into it.

Ooh, see? Being bad feels pretty good.

- Doesn't it?
- It was exciting.

That's why you gotta take
risks every now and then.

Yeah, you're right. You're totally right.

Pete,
you spent your whole life being afraid.

Don't make that same
mistake in your afterlife.

Just go for it.

Okay.

Whoa!

Okay. You're gonna see this as a defeat,

but this is a proud moment for you,

and I want you to acknowledge that.

Okay, I feel... I feel proud.

Good.

Hey,
to the ghost frat and its founding member,

Isaac Higgintoot.

Huzzah!

Yeah!

What an event. I mean, hats off to you both.

Someone is gonna get a
very nice review in Sippr.

That's great. Uh, thank you.

I mean, I really don't understand

your business model at all.

Just giving away $5,000
bottles of vintage whiskey,

but I am not complaining.

Did he say $5,000?

- Yeah!
- Can't get enough... ♪

Are we bad business people?

We might be.

You know, I think it's smart

you're saving a little
money doing this yourselves.

Totally. Now we're only 30 grand down

from the whole whiskey thing.

Hey, wait a minute.

What is this?

It's a letter.

Does possum have pen pal?

Open it up, Sam.

"My dearest Earl..."

That was my bootlegger boyfriend.

The letter must have
fallen out of the crate.

"I can't wait for us to be together

once we get rid of you-know-who."

Signed, T.

"Get rid of...?"

Sam. This might have something to do

- with Alberta's murder.
- Did Earl knock me off?

Or maybe it was T. But who the hell is T?

Samantha, fire up that podcast machine.

We've got two new suspects.

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