Original subtitles

This isn't my bed, is it?

-What the f-- oh, fuck. -[thuds]

Ah, shit. [panting]

♪

What the fuck?!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Help! Hey!

Ah!

[panting]

Oh, come on, baby.

[grunts]

-[phone beeps] -Come on, Clyde, pick up.

Come on, come on, pick up, pick up, come on, pick up.

Fuck.

Ah, fuck you, you one-bar cocktease!

Oh, shit.

[plastic crinkling]

Oh, what's that? What is this?

Oh, thank God.

Oh, this will tide me over until...

-Oatmeal raisin. Oh. -[clatters]

Fuck that. What else do I got in here?

What is this?

♪

♪

♪

Macadamia?

Yeah, yeah, don't mind if I do.

You know, the macadamia...

doesn't just spread its legs for anyone.

-[clatters] -It makes you work for it.

I respect that. Don't you?

Let's get down to dick, shall we?

-Yeah. -Fresh off

the assembly line this morning.

Our first dozen dildos.

There's 13 in there.

You can't have a baker's dozen of dildos?

You guys bake those?

Who the fuck is this guy and why the fuck

does he smell like Thin Mints?

It's a strand of weed

my ex-roommate got in bulk, okay?

-I don't wanna talk about it. -He's harmless.

This fucker's a Goliath, huh?

Goliath is the big one, right?

What, did you mold this after a horse's cock, Adam?

Maybe one of those tiny, creepy miniature horses.

-[laughing] -I don't think anybody

could imagine a bigger dick.

If we all put our heads together and thought,

"What's the biggest dick we've ever seen?"

and then you saw this, you'd be like,

"Oh, this is bigger."

And here's a prototype of the box.

"Danny Poker's Poker."

Oh, hey-- oh, it's, uh...

Got it, yeah.

Can't believe it.

I'm finally in the giant vibrating dildo business.

[sniffles]

It's American Dream time, guys.

Ah, there's actually a pretty high-class

glory hole around the corner

if you wanna blow off some steam

-out your dick... -Nope, not right now.

I gotta get back out there in the field.

Love that work ethic, bro.

It's a new business, a new beginning, a new Pac.

♪

Fuck.

-[electricity crackles] -Oh, fuck!

Oh, thank God.

-Okay. No harm, no-- fuck! -[electricity crackles]

-[groaning] -Wait, what are you doing? Whoa!

Aren't you supposed to be in your light?

Okay, well, I guess that was nothing.

-[electricity crackles] -You! Please listen!

It's-- ah...!

Wait, wait, what was that, awesome?

Awful? Or is that just like a long, Jewish-y moan?

Listen, Clyde, uh, something isn't right.

I haven't eaten, slept, or jerked off either.

-Come on in. -What?

Look, we both said things that we regret, you know?

I mean, we were fighting--

Oh, no, no, no, no, sorry.

Uh, that's not what I meant.

I meant something's not right with this.

Oh, wh-what is this?

It's new-- it's new tech. New technology.

New tech-- new technology for what?

For the, uh-- the ghost business

that I went into with Danny.

You started a fucking ghost business with Danny Poker?!

I didn't mean to. It just happened.

We started a website together, asshole!

I know, Clyde! We have a ton

of best friend and business issues

to work through, okay? That's a given.

But right now, I need those to take a back seat, okay?

Danny invented this device

that, like, sends ghosts directly into their light,

but I have a bad feeling about it.

I want you to take a look at it.

For an old friend.

[sighs]

I can be an adult about this for sure, you know?

What the fuck? Clyde!

-Come on, man! -Aw!

-Ah, fuck! -Oh, yeah!

-[electricity crackles] -Oh, shit!

Whoa, whoa!

-What is that? -That was ghosts.

Oh, my God.

They weren't going into their light.

They were trapped like...

Lightning in a bottle.

Ben fucking Franklin.

Yeah, that's Ben fucking Franklin.

Listen, we don't have time to keep doing this--

We have all the time in the goddamn world

because I'm not fucking talking to you.

I'm talking to Ben fucking Franklin.

Okay, Jesus Christ, Clyde,

how many times can one man apologize?

Gee, I don't know. What about once?

-Did I not say I was sorry? -I don't know.

Did you?

Seriously, though, I'm not sure if you did.

I was so taken aback by jealousy...

I feel like at the door I said I was--

It was like an elevator ride.

-Oh, yeah. -Just a few of us at first,

riding together on our way up to the afterlife.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light

and an extra passenger appeared.

It was torture.

Balls on faces on balls on faces.

-What's he saying? -The man who birthed that device

is pure evil.

He's saying Danny Poker is a dick.

I hear that, Ben Franklin.

So here's what we do now--

I need a human subject,

one with a healthy acetabulum.

-A what? -Hip joint.

-Ah. -Preferably male.

I'm studying how it relates

to the uppermost vertebrae.

Ah, ba, ba, ba, okay, hold on, Ben fucking Franklin,

that sounds like it has nothing to do with stopping Danny.

Yes, that's correct. I've transitioned now

to my unfinished business.

Fuck off, Ben Franklin, you selfish dickhead.

-No, no, no! -We'll deal with Danny Poker

without you. Here we go.

-Ben Franklin's out? -Yep, come on.

Let's go talk to Danny ourselves, Clyde.

If he has any more of these devices--

Oh, that sounds like a business problem.

I hope you and your new business partner

can figure your business out. It's none of my business.

-Stop saying business. -I'm just gonna sit here

and handle my own business, thanks.

Yep, just right here.

-Just business. "Bid-ness." -[scoffs]

"Bid-ness."

We need to talk.

[sniffs] What, did it fall

-in a puddle of piss? -No.

That is not a shortcut into the light, Danny.

Oh, really?

It's a fucking ghost trap and you know it.

Look, the way I feel about it

is, uh, who gives a shit?

You're torturing those poor people for no reason.

Not for no reason, all right?

For this reason.

Dildos.

-[buzzing] -Wait.

Are you using our ghost business

to fund your sex toy outfit?

-Warmer. -You're blackmailing

dead B-list celebrities--

Colder. Like, freezing fucking cold.

It's a fucking Ponzi scheme--

-All right, I'll just tell you. -Okay.

Ghost power.

There's a ghost...

inside that thing?

One ghost charge

and this doggie never loses its bite.

-[barks] -[laughing]

Okay, yeah, that is not okay!

-Yeah. -No! That-- that is--

that is partly my fault.

Shit, I'm the one

who showed you the light in the first place.

Oh, come on, big boy!

You should be patting yourself on the back!

-Danny, you can't do this. -Oh, yeah?

Who's gonna stop me?

Me.

And Clyde, you know,

eventually once his emotional wounds heal.

But we're gonna get you. We're gonna nail you,

you motherfucker. We know the truth

and we're gonna expose it.

No one is gonna be cool with the souls of dead grandmas

jammed up inside of tiny, pink rubber dicks!

♪

Easy, Jim.

Yeah, back down, Jim.

I feel like we're saying the same thing here.

-We're not. -Why don't we just

sit down, relax, and talk about this?

Look, we're reasonable guys.

Totally reasonable.

Sit down and be reasonable guys with us.

-Yeah. -Come on. [patting]

What's a compromise here, huh?

I don't know.

Does anybody else's drink taste like horse tranquilizers?

Tastes like a what?

Does it taste like horse tranqs?

Let me see. No, I don't think so.

I think that's just your drink, Pac.

♪

Come on, you piece of shit.

Oh, I'm so hungry.

Break!

[grunting]

♪

[coughing]

[spits]

Oh, it's not even good.

[panting]

-[coughing] -What happened to you?

[coughing continues]

You're spreading your shit everywhere.

Oh, God! [groans]

I confronted Danny about the device.

I told him we knew he was up to some shady shit.

Did this take place in a freshly planted garden?

That motherfucker buried me alive.

Wait a second.

-He knew that I knew? -Yeah.

I said, "Me and Clyde are gonna stop you,

you piece of shit!"

And he did nothing to me.

I guess he decided to leave you alone for some reason.

That guy thinks I'm a bitch.

Yeah, he really does.

You have no fucking idea how disrespected I feel right now!

Well, to recap,

I was buried alive.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

-Revenge. -Revenge.

Oh, holy shit, we finally got one of those!

Ah!

Danny, his sales associate Adam,

and his ghost poker partner Jim.

Quick note, this list makes it look

like we wanna do three guys.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, you're right.

That is not the task at hand.

-Bam! -Hey, since we're making a list,

could we just add Bagel Bites?

I mean, it's kind of a different list.

Oh, and detergent for the dishwasher.

♪

Hold on, hold on, hold on. Why are we wearing these again?

It's a standard revenge onesie.

-You sure that's a thing? -Yeah, totally.

Good enough.

♪

[yells]

Oh, snap, girl!

I can't believe I wasted a good "Ah!" on nobody.

Well, that's the problem with barging in on criminals, right?

You never know when they're gonna be home

and it's not like you can call ahead.

-That's a good point. I-- -[whoosh]

Oh, shit.

♪

-Oh, is there a ghost? -Yeah.

-Where's Danny? -Man, suck my dick.

-Is he giving you directions? -Nah.

He's telling me to suck his dick, girl.

Which technically is a direction,

but obviously I'm not gonna do that.

-♪ -[bones cracking]

Sorry, it was stuck to my leg.

♪

[shaky breathing]

No, no, no, what are you doing? Why'd you do that, Clyde?

-I just pressed a button. -Yeah, I know. I could see that.

We were-- we were gonna showdown!

I mean, clearly that's the only way

-that could've ended. -Says you.

[snaps fingers] I knew he had two of those things.

There's no way he would've given me the only one.

-That'd be stupid. -Right, where are we looking

-for Danny next? -[exhales] Good question.

♪

Hey!

Where's Danny?

He's probably at home in the shower

soaping the hog that is gonna change the world.

Wrong answer, hombre.

And I hate wrong answers.

We were just at his place. No hog, no soap.

Then he's probably en route to a Japanese restaurant

-named Katsuya. -Is that Katsuya with a "K"?

-Yeah, good question. -Yes.

-With a "K." -Nice.

He'll be in the back room with three Japanese entrepreneurs

all willing to invest $50 million apiece.

-Why would-- -Why would a dildo start-up

-cost $50 million? -No.

Why would you tell us all that?

Because I am going to kill you

-and it won't matter. -[chuckles]

How can you be so sure?

Because I'm the one with the fucking samurai sword.

[grunts]

[yelling]

-We should've brought weapons. -What, you didn't?

♪

-[grunting] -Shit.

♪

Wow. Why is he missing so much?

Who the fuck are you rooting for, Clyde?!

[yelling]

[yelling]

-Oh! -What did you say?

Really? You can dodge a sword, but you can't dodge a punch?

A little less criticism,

a little more help, please, Clyde.

That's fine. Listen, I'm gonna kick this sword to you.

It's gonna slide across the floor

directly into your hand.

Just fucking pick it up yourself!

No, no, it's fine. I already committed

to doing it this way, okay?

Just fucking do something, man!

Oh! Oh.

Oh! [sputtering]

Oh, God!

[sputtering] Oh, fuck!

-I didn't mean to do that. -Who kicks a sword like that?

♪

Oh, there's so much blood.

Yeah, I do not feel good about that.

Hey, man, I hate to say this,

but I don't think I wanna kill Danny anymore.

I mean, maybe we can just find

another awesome way to get revenge.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we could, uh--

we could ruin his business deal

and destroy his new dildo dream.

Yeah, let's just do that.

That's where Danny Poker is right now.

Katsuya with a "K."

It's really close quarters.

It's not like we can just walk in there.

Yeah, we'd be immediately surrounded

by kung fu killing machines.

-Isn't that kind of racist? -What?

Isn't it kind of racist to assume that they're not?

-What? -I'm just saying.

Either way, you're right, okay?

We gotta slip in there unprotected

and grab those dildos.

What are you thinking, pull the fire alarm?

We could smoke them out.

-Yeah. -Or we could smoke them in.

♪

Ooh, huh?

Yeah? Am I to assume from your silence and nodding

that that's intense Japanese enthusiasm or what?

Listen, talking money?

Checkbook? Check-a-book-a?

Money, money. Cha-ching.

Yeah, all right. This guy's picking up

what I'm throwing down.

[laughing]

Thin Mints.

Okay, there we go. [grunts]

Okay, come on.

Okay, let's free these ghosts, smash this last device,

and be done with this shit.

God, revenge is exhausting.

Wait a second. This isn't gonna work.

What? I mean, it doesn't need to be piss.

-You can use soda. -Well, dildos are waterproof.

Rubber's an insulator. I don't know what to do.

Maybe I can be of assistance.

Oh, seriously, Ben Franklin,

-fuck you. -No, wait, he's back?

Ben Franklin is back? Ben Franklin is back?

-Ben Franklin is back? -Yes, he's back!

-This is fucking amazing! Shh! -Well, let's not jump the gun.

Insulators conduct electricity if the voltage is high enough.

Surprise, surprise, he's saying a bunch of science-y bullshit.

Ah! Okay. Here, I need you to repeat

exactly what he's saying verbatim.

Okay, so you want me to go download Rosetta Stone

and learn how to speak verbatim real quick?

I propose that you allow me to take the lead

-in one of your bodies. -Whoa, no, no, no.

No way, dude. No.

I made it through a whole season without that.

In the name of efficiency, I beg you.

Now, which one of you is more nimble?

-[sighs] -What's he saying?

Well, Ben fucking Franklin

would like to possess one of our bodies

and do this himself.

The greatest scientist of all time

inside me?

♪

Okay. He's ready.

Let's go.

Quick, quick, quick!

♪

-There we are. -Okay, Ben fucking Franklin,

let's not make a fortnight out of this, okay?

-No fucking around. -Lead me to the copper wire.

Next, I'll need a strike point.

You! Fetch me two wooden hangers,

three silk scarves, and a belt buckle.

Really doing it, aren't we, buddy?

Danny Poker was all like, "Who's gonna stop me?"

And I was all like, "Me and Clyde."

Bet he never saw this coming when he tricked me,

drugged me, and buried me alive.

-You missed a step. -Shit.

We tricked you, drugged you, raped you,

then buried you alive.

What? You fucking raped me?

I'm just fucking with ya!

-What? Oh, my God. Okay. -I'm kidding! Yeah.

Actually, Adam may have raped you.

-What?! -Well, whatever.

-It's time for you to die now. -Oh, shit, fuck!

Okay. [laughs]

What the fuck? Are you trying to have the last laugh, asshole?

No, no, no. I have the last laugh.

I shoot you, you fall to the ground, ha ha ha!

-That's your last laugh? -What, you don't like

-that last laugh? -It was a little cartoony.

-What, for real? -You sound like Gargamel.

-No. -Fuck, okay.

-Oh, fuck, here we go. -[sucking]

The fuck is that?

Perfect male hip alignment achieved!

Jesus Christ, Ben Franklin,

I knew you were up to something gross.

You're supposed to be fucking helping us!

Oh, I was helping, but then it looked as though

you were about to be killed anyway,

so I figured why not give this a go?

Don't worry, I've almost arrived.

It's electric. [sucking]

Ugh.

Can you teach me how to do that?

[moaning]

[sighs]

Good luck with everything.

[electricity buzzes]

Well, I guess that's why they called him B.J. Franklin.

[grunting]

-I'll fucking kill you! -Pac!

What happened to Ben Franklin?

He fucked us.

I mean you a lot more than me, but I'll explain that later.

-Ben Franklin is a real-- -Fucking genius!

No! [grunts]

[spits]

You ever wonder

how we're kind of the same age and the same complexion

and we both can see ghosts, Pac?

Yeah.

It's literally all I've ever wanted to talk about,

but you aggressively said that we couldn't.

I'm your brother, Pac.

♪

Oh, my God. Are you serious?

[groans, grunts]

No, I'm not serious.

It's a fucking coincidence, you monkey.

-[gun cocks] -Clyde?

Thank you, Ben fucking Franklin!

[chuckles] Dude, are you serious?

This is the dumbest shit I've ever seen,

and I once judged

a spelling competition in Alabama.

-Watch out! -[grunts]

Hey, who waits on a lightning bolt

when there's literally not a cloud in the sk-- ah!

-[electricity crackling] -♪

No, am I-- am I fucking dead?

No, this has gotta be a joke.

No unfinished business, though!

Damn straight! Classic Danny Poker.

I guess I did it all, assholes.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, man!

Well, suck my dick, Earth!

[grunts]

Suck my dick, Danny Poker.

[spits]

Is it over?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's over.

Thank God.

-Hey, Clyde? -Yeah?

I'm really sorry that I went into business with Danny Poker.

That was an asshole thing to do, man.

I don't blame you if you never wanna be

my business partner or my friend again.

I'll take you back, buddy.

Really?

Yeah. That's what best friends do.

-Whoo, we got one. -It feels good when you connect.

-Oh, man. -Oh, what a night.

Hey, do you remember what I had for dinner tonight?

I have, like, the most magnificent taste in my mouth.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, it's like--

it's like-- tastes of power.

-Oh. -Yeah.

About that...

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