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Man: Ghosts tend to stick around

when they have some kind
of unfinished business.

Oftentimes, the type of haunting

will give me some sort of insight

into what that unfinished business is.

And finishing unfinished business,

well, that literally is my business.

Let's get down to it.

These disturbances

of which we spake over
the phone at great lengths,

would you mind walking me through it again?

Evidently, I didn't write anything down,

so all of it would be helpful.

Things move around in the attic at night.

We hear creaking. The
exterminator find nothing.

And then one day, my wife,

she find this under her pillow.

Mm.

- I've seen this before.
- What is it?

I'm trying to think of
the most delicate way

to say this without offending you.

Scrabble? It's a popular word game.

You make words out of
these cute tiles here.

(Speaking Korean)

It doesn't matter.

The point is that I think this is a crue.

Clue. This is a clue.

So, what does the A mean?

The A? Oh, yes.

I have no idea.

I'll have to ask the ghost.

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All right, here we are.

Why don't we start with this?

You obviously chose this tile for a reason.

Right?

You guys do everything
for a reason, don't ya?

Hm?

Herro?

Oh, f... king f... king, f... k fart!

What is it? What?

Oh, what's this?

A...

Ang... Ang...

Ang... Angina.

Ang... ange... Angus. Angus burger.

Please, tell me you're spelling
"Angus burger" right now.

I remember this one time
I had an Angus patty,

it was so juicy, I didn't
just eat that thing,

I literally performed cunnilangus on it.

La-la-la-la-la. I'm gonna
stop you right there.

No, no, let me just
finish this Angus memory.

Angus? But I'm spelling Angie.

Uh, Angie.

Oh, whoa.

Can you...? Oh, my.

- Who are you?
- Name is Kevin Pacalioglu.

I know it's a bit of a mouthful.
You can just call me Pac.

That's what all my friends call me.

Well, my friend.

My drug dealer.

Why are you here?

Because Mr. and Mrs. Lee downstairs

said that you've been haunting their house,

and they've asked me
to come and help, Angie.

Oh, no, no, I'm actually Daniel.

Daniel. Who's Angie then?

Angela, my girlfriend, she
used to live in this house,

and we'd come up here and make out,

and I really thought
she was gonna be the one.

What happened?

The war.

I joined the army, and
within the first week,

got a bullet through the back of my head.

Worst part about it is, I
never got to see any action.

Mm, right, because of your head hole?

Well, no, actually, I never, um,

even got to fire my
gun, you catch my drift?

Yeah, I thought I did,

until you just said
"if you catch my drift."

I never got to have sex. I died a virgin.

Ah, yes.

Got it, okay, you were
gonna bring her up here

and bareback her on that
ratty old mattress over there.

Romantic. Got it. That's
why you're still here.

Hey, this may sound crazy,
but since you can hear me,

maybe there's something else you can do.

If you're talking about a possession,

you are out of luck.

I do not do that anymore.

So isn't there something else we can do

so I can pay my rent and you can move on?

I'm here for Angela, that's it.

- Are you serious?
- I'm dead serious.

- That's clever.
- I know.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- But really.

- You're serious?
- Very.

Shit.

Roofie: So how you doin', Pac?

A happy meal, please.

You always get the happy meals.

Ooh. Come on, man, you're a little light.

You're a little dark.

I can't keep floatin' you like this.

- Come on, Roof.
- Ehh...

I'm sorry, I don't know
what you want me to say.

I'm not gettin' jobs like I used to, okay.

People are living longer,
so there's fewer ghosts,

and everybody's so
desensitized to these hauntings

because of the paranormal festivity movies.

Plus, you know, I've just
gotten, like, so lazy.

I think you're sellin' yourself short, man.

- Am I?
- You got a prodigious ability.

You got to capitalize on that.

You don't charge your clients enough.

My clients are usually more willing

to put up with the ghosts
than they are with me.

Okay, whatever. It's your life.

- It is my life.
- Your life.

And I wanna be high, heh.

Male TV host: A my guest today is
celebrated paranormal communicator

Miss Camomile White.

(Audience applauding)

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Lovely to see you. Thank
you, ladies and gentlemen.

Miss Camomile White has graced us

with a new book that she has entitled,

The Ghost Who Came Inside.

Nice title.

I will be appearing

at the Occult Classics Bookstore

tomorrow for a book signing.

She's so dreamy.

You gotta go down to that book
signing and spark up a convo.

- What?
- Mm-hm.

No, a girl like her, and a guy like me,

we're from different worlds, we can't talk.

- It would never work.
- Come on, y'all both mediums.

But she's a celebrity, she's beautiful.

I'm just, like, this lowly jackass

who can't even afford his rent.

Matter of fact, I might be homeless

by the time I finish this joint.

I am gonna have to go
through with this possession.

This teenager was a
soldier and died in the war.

This poor kid, he died a virgin.

(Scoffs)

He just wants my body to
have sex with his girlfriend.

Wait, wait, wait. You got a job,

all you gotta do is get laid to get paid?

Yeah.

When's the last time you had sex?

I don't know. What's today, Friday?

Tuesday.

Tuesday. Okay, so like...

Eight years ago.

Danny, the virgin, I've reconsidered.

- I'm gonna bone your girlfriend.
- Really?

I'm gonna bone your
girlfriend, my good man!

Ghost high-five! All right!

Okay, two things.

First thing, is she attractive?

- She's beautiful.
- Oh, thank God.

Two, this is a one-time deal, right?

I'm not coming back every time

time you wanna dip the old wick. You are:

(Whistles)

I just wanna get laid.

Where does she live?

Ah, hi.

Ah, Miss Diinooki, I hope?

It's Dinucci. Can I help you?

Ho, oh, wow.

Ah, yes.

This is gonna sound a little bit strange.

I understand that. Here it goes, anyway.

I have been sent here by
Daniel, your boyfriend who died.

He's haunting a house that
I've been hired to exorcise,

and the only way that he will move on

is if he can possess my body

and use it as a vessel with
which to make love to you.

With me.

- I'm here to f... k you.
- I'm calling the cops.

No, no cops! No cops!

I'm not gonna have sex with you.

Technically, you'd be having
sex with your boyfriend,

so no harm, no foul. I'm a lesbian.

That's just a phase. You're in mourning.

- For who?
- For whom?

I don't know what you're saying.

Eh, let's try this again, okay?

Here.

(Clears throat)

Hi there. Are you Angie Dinooki?

- No.
- No. Okay,

is there anybody here by that name?

Yeah, she's watching her program.

Nonna!

What is it, bellissima?

Oh, that war.

Ms. Dinucci, I should really
explain myself a little better.

Save it, Casanova.

My granddaughter already told me

all about your little spiel.

Okay, look, trust me,
I know when I tell you

there are spirits that stick
around in the human realm

for a long time after they've passed.

Yeah, sure, I believe that.

I watch that Camomile White

every time she's on one of my programs.

I like her.

But that doesn't mean I go along with it.

What? Why? Why not?

My Daniel was a beautiful boy.

He had a face like Rudolph Valentino.

A culo you could eat the real scarpino.

- Oh, really?
- Look, I'm sorry,

but my answer is no.

Okay.

You should know though,

that if I hadn't taken about
20 of your goiter analgesics,

drank a half a bottle of cough syrup,

and popped about 15 of those sugar cubes,

I would be utterly heartbroken right now.

Good day, sir.

(Speaks Italian)

(Car horn honks)

(Man chattering)

(Suspenseful theme playing)

(Suspenseful theme continues)

"Even though he was gone,

"I could feel him around me,

inside me.

A gentle breeze wafted through the bedroom

and caressed my creamy
white immaculate thighs.

I thought about closing the window,

but when I looked over,

I saw that it was already

closed."

Thank you so much for that, Miss White.

That was paranormal erotica at its finest.

Thank you.

Okay, I'd like to open it up

to the audience for some questions.

I have a question.

So Occult Classics has been

in my family for three generations.

My grandfather actually died here.

There were some odd circumstances

surrounding his death,

and I don't mean to put you on the spot,

but I was hoping right here
in front of all these people,

you could maybe tell me exactly

what happened the night that he died.

(Crowd murmuring)

(Breathes deeply)

(Whispers) I see him.

I see your grandfather.

But I see some negative energy around him.

Is... is that making sense to you?

Um, not really. He died in a fire.

- A fire!
- Yes!

Yes, yes, I see it.

I see a fire.

He actually died trying
to put out that fire.

He died trying to save

this bookstore that he loved.

- Ah.
- I hated this place.

I was the one who started the fire.

Wait, you didn't talk to her?

She made all that up?

Wait, you can hear me?

Wait, she can't hear you?

- Wait.
- Wait.

Camomile White is a fraud?

Hey, if you can hear me,

you need to tell these people the truth.

No, no, I'm not gonna be
the meat in that sandwich.

I've been trapped here for 20 years.

I don't want to be remembered as a martyr

for a place I didn't give a damn about.

- Say something, you!
- No!

Just... just... you just...

- Excuse me.
- What?

We're having a moment here.

I'm so sorry, I'm just having
my own moment over here.

That's okay, love, you're
just a bit confused.

You know, my powers can
be pretty scary to people

when they don't understand how they work.

I... I understand them just fine.

I... I am, myself,

actually a medium.

Really?

'Cause to me, you look more like a large.

(Laughter)

You're gonna take that?
Stand up for yourself.

Set me free.

Now, if you don't mind, medium.

Actually, Shelly,

I don't mind.

I don't mind, big time, okay?

Your grandfather didn't die
trying to save this place.

He died trying to set this thing on fire.

The only reason he had it

in the first place was because...

(Whispers) Grandmother loved to read.

Your grandmother loved
to read so much, you know,

and when then she died, he was like,

"good, get rid of it. I don't want it."

So he decided he was gonna... burn it.

Stage a fire, collect the insurance money,

- and open up...
- The restaurant.

The restaurant he'd dreamed of having,

and name it Ralphie's, after his son,

your father, and if the
restaurant didn't start

paying for itself after the first quarter,

he was gonna light another fire,

and burn that sucker down,

and... uh...

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm being told

to shut my mouth by the ghost,

because I have said enough already.

That does make sense.

We good?

Shelley: Grandpa was a shyster,

and gam-gam loved to read,

and she hated when I called
her gam-gam, and she...

How did you know all that?

Ahhhh-mooo!

A-boon deshift deshy-a!

Tooak-eenee!

Shamm-a-hiya! Cach!

(Crowd murmuring)

(Camomile gagging)

Cool, tag sale.

Fun.

What do we got?

Ah, I already have all this stuff.

Wait a second.

Ah! Just the man

I was hoping never to see again in my life.

You're out!

No, wait, you can't just
sell all my treasures.

I mean, my giant remote?

I was hoping it would pay
back the three months' rent,

but this is worthless!

No one wants a plunger that says "mama."

It says "moma."

It's from the museum. It's probably art!

- No one wants it!
- I want it!

I'll take everything. How much?

I give you everything for 500.

- Thirty.
- Deal.

You still owe me rent!

- Woman: Tabboulleh!
- I'm coming!

Look, I've been thinkin'
a lot about Daniel,

and when we were young,

he used to write me
letters, and on the envelope

he would always just
put one single letter a.

And when I saw that tile
that you left the other day,

it reminded me of that, and him,

and how much he meant to me.

So...

So maybe you're not my type,

but it's just something I gotta do.

I'm in.

You're in? Oh, yes!

Oh, my God, you have no
idea how happy that makes me.

Today has just been like
the worst day of all time.

Hang on, hang on.

Oh, God.

- What's that?
- Magic mushrooms.

See, for a possession like this to work,

my mind needs to be in a
more mushiable, dark state.

Basically, I need to
go on a really bad trip.

Did you get any lube?

All they had was this kimchi mayo.

(Groans)

You... you feelin' the mushrooms yet?

(Chirping)

It's hard to really tell.

(Laughter)

Here.

What's that?

This is a list of my insecurities.

Mushrooms only get me halfway there.

I need to be broken down
emotionally and physically.

If you would be so kind...

Please.

"You're a loser.

Your only friend is your drug dealer."

Your breath smells like spoiled concetta.

Wait, is that on there?

Ah, just a pitch.

"You've been in the same
business for ten years

and you have nothing to show for it.

You finally met the girl of your dreams

and now you got your heart broken

because she turned out not
to be who you thought she was,

so you gave up on love,

and you're resolved to spend
the rest of your life alone."

(Sobbing)

(Panting)

Daniel?

Daniel!

(Laughs joyfully)

Daniel,

I can't believe it's really you.

It's been so long.

(Both gasp)

You're more beautiful than
the day that I shipped off.

I'm so glad I get a second chance.

(Chuckles)

Are you ready?

(Dramatic theme playing)

(Both moaning)

(Both screaming)

(Both moan)

Oh, my God.

(Laughs)

So you wanna go again?

You know it's just me
now, right, Mrs. Dinucci?

I'm game if you are.

Yeah.

Oh, I see.

Ooh.

(Car horns blaring)

That's him. Stop the car.

Hey, you!

Hey.

Listen to me, you hungry hungry hippo.

Ah!

I don't know who you
are, or what your game is,

but if you ever pull a
stunt like that again,

I will rip off your balls and turn them

into tiny mini dangling earrings.

- Am I making myself clear?
- Yes, perfectly.

Don't you ever contradict me.

I was just trying to help.

I don't need your help.

No, I mean I was just
trying to help somebody else.

No one else needs your help. I help people.

I give them closure.

How does vomiting blue slushie

help give people closure?

But why would you say that?

Uh, because it...

(Screams)

Tiny little dangling earrings.

- Clear?
- Yes.

Yes. Yes.

(Screams)

(Retches)

(Gasps)

(Groaning)

(Car engine starts)

Get in the car now!

(Groans)

Ah! Oh.

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