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Hey, guys. What are you doing?

Trying to guess what the day's special will be

based on the staff's prep work.

It's not exactly fun, but it's something.

Thor hoping Jay finally take Thor's suggestion

and put rams' testicles on menu.

- And what is Gabe doing? - Gabe is waiting

to come down from whatever he smoked on his break.

He says he's speaking telepathically to the cauliflower.

This man should not have access to knives.

Sorry I'm late.

Last night I took my date to that ice cream shop

next to the animal shelter.

I teared up looking at those senior dogs in the window,

and then it was "game on."

You're such a sleaze.

An ice cream/puppy cuddle doubleheader

is exactly the kind of move

T-Money would have pulled in his prime.

The ice cream doesn't melt, but the panties do.

Why doesn't the ice cream melt?

I don't know, Pete, just let me have a catchphrase.

You get everything I requested for tonight's special?

Sure did, Cobra.

Ooh, here we go.

Yes!

Thor right. Rams' testicles.

Diners eat well tonight.

Thorfinn, those are brussels sprouts.

They're vegetables.

And people eat?

Thor gonna be sick.

Sam. Remember how I have a daughter now?

Well, she came to visit, and while she was here,

you texted her from my phone, pretending to be me,

and said that the man who raised her

wasn't her real father and that you were,

and then I had to take the blame, so, yeah, I remember.

Well, great news, I saw on Instagram that she lost her job,

so you can hire her here at the restaurant.

Oh, boy. Trevor wants us to hire

his daughter as a server at Mahesh.

Uh, too bad we spent all our money

fixing the stripper-shaped hole in the roof.

I know it's not technically possible,

but I swear that hole had abs.

What if I pay her salary?

I have the money from my finance job.

Trevor says he'll pay Abby's salary.

He just wants to be around her.

- It's actually kind of sweet. - Hmm.

Yeah, okay. I mean, it's a really good deal.

Yes. You won't regret this.

Okay, well, we don't even know if she'll take the job.

I just appreciate that you're gonna ask her.

And while he's saying yes to things,

maybe we should hire her hot friend Brooke as a hostess.

Ew, Trevor, that's your daughter's friend.

I'm new to the whole girl dad thing.

I'm learning on the job.

Good note.

So, how are things going with you and Pete?

I mean, good, but since we both have roommates,

we don't have anywhere to... make out.

Oh, so you two are still just at the kissing stage?

Okay, well, FYI, there's more.

I know all about it,

'cause, you know, I did it with Joan.

Oh, and she was so satisfied, she still hasn't come back.

That's impressive.

Attention, everyone.

Creepy Dirk has an announcement.

I am running for reelection.

- What's he talking about? - You guys don't remember?

Four years ago, Dirk beat Isaac and Alberta

and became ghost representative.

You had to resort to flimflammery to beat me,

which is the ultimate compliment.

Anyways, Dirk's four-year term is up,

and I'm running his reelection campaign.

And we're just up here to "press the flesh,"

as they say in the politics game.

Alberta, would you like to press my flesh?

I'm good.

Isn't the position just ceremonial?

I know originally it was supposed to be the ghost

that communicates with Sam,

but now it's just an empty figurehead position.

I mean, who would even want...

Not to Higgintoot my own horn,

but I believe destiny has chosen me for this moment.

If the upstairs ghosts can line up behind me

and we don't split our vote again, I shall prevail.

So here I am, throwing my hat into the ring.

Ooh, that sounds fun.

- What does? - Throwing hats into rings.

I'm in, too.

No. No, I literally just explained

why we shouldn't both do that. It's self-defeating.

But on the other hand, throwing hats into rings rules.

Yes.

Dibs on Alberta's hat.

Look at my girl.

Shayna punim.

I know I can't hug her, but would it be weird

if I poked her cheek?

We're so thrilled that you were able to fill the position, Abby.

Yeah, you caught me at a bit of a rough moment.

I broke up with my boyfriend,

lost my job, and my roommate adopted a bunch of ferrets.

I had a bunch of ferrets once.

Oh, that coat was the envy of East 61st Street.

Well, we're lucky to have you.

I'm a bit confused why you reached out to me, though,

'cause waiters are very easy to find

and I've never done it before.

I think she's delicately asking

if you have a weird obsession with her,

which, honestly, the facts support.

Well, we saw some of your recent posts,

and we noticed that you were having kind of a tough run of it.

And to be totally honest, I still feel bad about...

How do I say this?

Almost destroying her family last time she here?

How things went when you visited.

Well, yeah, I'm-I'm happy to work here.

But there need to be some very clear boundaries set

because last time things got very weird.

Understood.

Sam, I promise I will not make you look like a freak again.

Thank you.

Is what you could have said

in response to what I said.

It's just sort of polite.

Yes, you're not a freak who can see ghosts,

you're merely an annoying etiquette hawk. Well played.

- We off to good start. - Mm.

Flower, listen. I'm concerned

that if we both run for ghost representative,

we'll split the upstairs vote,

thus extending Creepy Dirk's reign of ickiness.

Look, Isaac, when I first threw my hat in the ring,

I'll admit, I thought it was literally about hats and rings.

And just checking, we're sure it's not that?

No, sweetie. This is about running for elective office.

Which I dig.

My whole vibe was about effecting change.

Us hippies, we weren't just doing acid

and having orgies for fun.

We were doing those things to protest Nixon.

Why don't you two have a primary

to pick which of you will run against Dirk in the general?

That way you won't have to split the upstairs ghost vote.

Interesting.

And any primary would, of course, feature that grandest

of political traditions: the debate.

Flower, do you accept this challenge?

- Okay. - Then it's settled.

It shall be I, someone who has committed

the entire works of Aristotle to memory,

versus Flower, who is...

oop... currently staring at a lamp.

Oh.

I was wondering why this TV show had gotten so lamp-heavy.

Look at her.

She's nailing it.

And she's only 298 months old.

Hey, girl.

The customers are loving you.

Must be that famous Lefkowitz charm.

- What do you mean? - Ooh, Bela,

that's gonna be a tough one to explain.

Uh, because, you know, when, um,

they hosted your biological father's memorial here,

a lot of people talked about how charming he was.

So that's how I know.

Not because he personally charmed me.

How could he? He's dead!

Yes. She pull it off.

What's up?

I'm Neel. I'm one of the cooks.

Uh-oh, what's this?

Could be innocent. We don't know.

You're new here, right?

No, I've been here for months.

I'm just really good at blending in.

Funny and cute.

That's a dangerous combination.

Come on, this is flirtatious.

No, she's just being nice. He's too old for her.

She just tuck hair behind ear.

- It is on. - Well, I can show you

around the town after work if you like.

But only if you answer one question correctly.

What's that?

Do you like ice cream?

No!

Yeah. Who doesn't like ice cream?

Great.

Ice cream means sex.

In order to help you with your debate against Isaac,

we'll ask questions that could come up at the debate,

- and you just do your best. - Ooh.

Question one: the shaft of light in the upstairs den.

It's always been first come, first served,

but do you think that's fair,

or should we have designated times

- like we do with the TV? - Ooh,

I know this one.

- Seven. - What's that?

Teen? Seventeen?

But those are just numbers.

- Red? - Child, our girl's in trouble.

Oh, no, no... oh, ooh...

Oh...

Whoa.

- Ow. - Are you okay?

I'm more worried about Gabe.

I think I need to sit down.

The most stoned man in the world just got Flowered.

Uh, is he gonna be okay?

Hmm. You posit an interesting question, Sasappis.

Based on his prodigious use of mind-altering substances,

I'd have to assume that he's an extreme outlier

in terms of his capacity to metabolize THC and psilocybin.

What the hell just happened?

I-I think Flower got smart?

B-Because Gabe walked through her? How does that work?

As I currently feel sober,

I can only surmise that Gabe's impressive tolerance

has caused him to absorb the entirety of my intoxication.

Okay, so,

are you just gonna be smart from now on?

Based on what I've witnessed in my time here,

these metaphysical side effects are always temporary.

I have no reason to believe this will be any different.

Then let's get you to that debate.

- Yes. - Ha!

What was in that Pop-Tart?

I'm just gonna take a nap.

No, Pete, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna have

a dedicated room for the ghosts to make out in.

Would it help if I told you we already have a name for the room?

It's Smooch City.

He told me, and now you have to know.

- Ugh. - Sam, I need you to fire Neel

before the restaurant closes tonight.

He's gonna take Abby out for ice cream.

Ice cream, Sam.

That doesn't sound so bad.

No, that's his big move. The guy is a dog.

Jay, Trevor is worried because Neel asked Abby out,

and I guess he's a bit of a playboy?

He carries five condoms in his wallet.

From the outside, it looks like the Olympic rings.

Abby's a grown woman,

and a restaurant's not like normal workplaces.

Chefs work hard, they got to play hard.

I got some stories for you... about other people.

Uh, third-party, very distant.

Don't companies today have policies

against dating in the workplace?

Yes. My investment firm certainly does.

I know because I got reprimanded

for posting that hot-or-not list on the company Slack.

The ghosts are suggesting we institute

a policy about dating in the workplace?

Sam, please.

I just, I don't want her to get her heart broken by some jerk.

He's really worried about Abby. Come on, it's his daughter.

Okay... oh, geez. Okay, fine.

W-well, maybe we can tell everyone

there's a mandatory meeting about HR stuff,

and we can sneak the new policy in.

- Yes. - In my day,

"HR" referred to Heath Rutherford,

who was in charge of dumping cold water

on young factory workers asleep at the loom.

That is the downside to employing children.

They are always napping.

Okay.

Welcome to the first upstairs ghost primary debate.

We'll begin with opening statements. Isaac?

- You have the floor. - Thank you, everyone, for attending.

Democracy works best when all participate.

White male landowners and others.

Okay, that felt like an applause line, but no matter.

Now, Flower,

which style of debate would you like to engage in?

A debate is a sort of formalized exchange of ideas.

Thank you, Isaac.

I'm equally comfortable in Lincoln-Douglas,

British Parliamentary, or Oxford-style.

You can choose.

Uh...

No, she speaking gibberish. We need to stop this.

Okay, now it's time for our first question.

Yes, I have one. Who are you

and what in the hell have you done with Flower?

I maintain that all of us have within us the ability

to rise and meet the moment.

If elected,

I would follow the words of Cicero:

Salus populi suprema lex esto.

The welfare of the people shall be the supreme law.

What is happening? Why is she so cogent?

Okay, our next question comes from Sasappis.

Let's say a ghost wanted to smell pizza,

but Sam refused to order one.

How would you, as ghost representative, handle that?

I'll take this one.

As a ghost, I would be powerless to help.

Therefore, I would advise you to surrender.

Which, not to brag,

I am incredible at.

Thank you.

Uh, Flower, same question.

Scratch and sniff stickers employ a process

known as microencapsulation to capture various scents...

including pizza... in two-dimensional objects.

I would convince Sam to keep a number of these on hand,

and then Trevor could activate them using his ghost power.

Yes!

Bravo, Madam Representative!

This isn't fair. There's flimflammery afoot.

There's flimflammery, I say!

Okay, uh, well, th-thanks, everyone, for gathering.

Um, I'll try and keep this brief.

It's just a quick update on our new

dating in the workplace policy.

I'm sorry, we have a dating in the workplace policy?

- We do now. - And I support it,

100%, whatever it is, because of my respect for women.

Thank you, Mark.

- What are you doing here? - I heard there was a seminar

on sexual harassment, and that is a subject

I am always looking to improve on.

And by "improve on," I mean "get better at doing it."

Great tush, by the way.

Is this new policy because of, uh,

me and the linens lady?

No.

Then is it because of me and Gabe?

Did we hook up?

You met my parents.

Look, this isn't about anyone in particular.

Just going forward, the new policy is we don't allow

for workplace relationships.

Did you hear that Neel and I are supposed

to get ice cream tonight?

No, that was not on my radar.

But it would be prohibited under the new policy.

So, there was no policy,

and now there is a policy just a few hours

before Neel and I are supposed to hang out,

and you're telling us now in an emergency HR meeting?

That's just a series of coincidences.

Ooh, this is a damning fact pattern.

This is very weird and very messed up, Sam,

but, honestly, I'm not surprised at all.

Abby, wait.

I think people should be allowed to date who they want.

She's a woman, too. I'm supporting women.

- Do you want to kiss? - Oh, my God.

We just came back from the vote,

and you won in a landslide.

That's incredible.

What did I win? Was it best smile?

In the commune, I won three years in a row,

but then I got high and chipped my tooth on a rock

that looked like an apple but tasted like a rock.

Welcome back, Flower.

It's actually really good to see you again.

Oh, we missed you, you knucklehead.

So, do you remember anything from when you were smart?

I just remember this overwhelming feeling of futility.

Like, I was hyperaware of how powerless we are

and how we're trapped here forever

with absolutely no idea why.

Do you guys ever think about that?

- Constantly. - It was bleak, man.

Well, yeah,

it's incredibly depressing.

What is?

Oh, that TV show about the lamp is on again.

Oh, I've seen this episode. It's a classic.

So, she just bummed us out and now she's back in Happy Land.

Yeah.

Oy gevalt. She's packing, Sam.

- Do something. - Uh, hey, Abby.

- Have you got a sec? - Oh, wait,

is there another boundary you want to cross?

Or do you want some blood so you can map my DNA?

Look, I'm sorry, uh, that I meddled again.

It's just that... The thing is...

- The thing is... - Just tell her.

- Seriously? - Honestly,

what do you have to lose?

What are you talking about?

Do it.

Your father is a ghost who haunts this mansion,

and I know that because I can see ghosts.

It really sound nuts when she say it out loud.

Oh, she just blurts it out.

Meanwhile, my mother was institutionalized for menstrual cramps.

You people are crazy.

Please never contact me again.

I'm leaving now.

No, no, Abby, wait. Look,

I had the same reaction when they told me.

But then Sam proved it by having one of the ghosts

tell her everything that was in my purse.

Uh, Sam, are there any ghosts in here right now?

Hetty, Thorfinn and Trevor.

Your father.

Oh, hi, Trevor.

We have history.

He catfished me.

It's a long story, but basically,

I was almost your stepmother.

Bela, please stop talking.

Hetty, do you mind?

Makeup, uh, nail file,

a book of crossword puzzles.

And a string cheese out of its wrapper.

Makeup, nail file, crossword puzzles,

and unwrapped string cheese.

All that proves is that you've been snooping through my things,

which is very on-brand for you.

This is not a trick. You can take the bag

- out of the room and fill it... - Wait.

She's my daughter. I'll prove it to her.

Sam, tell her to look at the pen on the table.

Trevor wants you to look at the pen on the table.

He has the ability to move things.

Okay, yeah, and I bet you haven't tied

dental floss to that or anything.

Okay, then,

you pick the object.

I mean, there's no way that we could've

rigged everything in this room.

All right, my...

water bottle, which I've had with me all day,

so I know you didn't mess with it.

What? No! This thing is huge!

Why do girls carry around so much water these days?

The thing is, that's a little heavy for Trevor.

Could you possibly pick something lighter?

I knew you were full of it.

Okay, okay, fine. If that's what she wants, fine.

He's trying.

- Is impossible. - Come on, Trevor.

I can do it.

For my daughter.

How are you doing that?

It's Trevor.

He's really strong for a ghost.

And funny. And sensitive.

- Yes! - Well done, Trevor.

Is this real?

Yes.

I'm here, Abby.

He's here.

This is a lot to take in.

I told you he was strong.

Is he pumped right now? Do they get all, like, pumped?

You need to either get or fire a therapist.

He says if you'll stay, he promises

not to be overprotective.

He just wants to get to know you.

- This is insane. - And also,

he understands if you want to go out with Neel,

but he says he's not good enough for you.

Oh, no, I know that.

I was using him for free food.

His contact in my phone is literally "Neel the Meal."

Oh, she was gonna play the player.

I have never been so proud.

- Alone at last. - I thought it would never happen.

Oh. Sorry, didn't realize you two were in here.

But you're staying. Okay.

It's just so unfair.

She was off drugs. How is that legal?

I just got so excited about the idea

of finally holding office.

It's what I've wanted for over 200 years,

but I couldn't even beat Flower.

You know, Isaac, if this is what you want,

maybe there's still a way.

I grew up in the South. Do you know what carpetbaggers are?

Of course, but explain it for Pete's benefit.

Carpetbaggers are politicians from the North

who would move to the South to run for office.

Are you suggesting that I take up residency

in the basement and primary Creepy Dirk?

Yeah, maybe that's just too crazy.

Someone would have to be incredibly charming

to defeat a popular incumbent as an outsider.

Incredibly charming?

But that's me. I shall move to the basement

and ingratiate myself with those hideous ghouls,

and I shan't return until they've chosen me

to run against Flower in the general election.

Huzzah.

What was that? I thought you didn't want him

to be the ghost representative.

I don't, but I just got my roommate

to move to the basement.

Which means you and I finally have that make-out space

we've been looking for.

Well, in that case, welcome to Smooch City.

This is your mayor speaking.

Unless you want to be mayor, in which case

- this is your deputy mayor speaking... - Stop talking.

Yes, Madam Mayor.

Hello, besties.

Ooh, what's that smell?

Because I love it.

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