Jinki:Extend (Jinki: Extend)

That pasta primavera Jay made really hit the spot,

smell-wise.

Probably the most satisfying meal I've experienced

since losing the ability to consume food.

Jay, guess who I just got off the phone with.

Kenny and Liz, from good old Park Slope.

Love Kenny and Liz. The best.

So, remember when we saw them get engaged on Instagram

and we never got the invite to the wedding?

Mm, I bet we were the last cut.

Yes, you tell yourself that.

Well, get this: the wedding venue

they were dead set on fell through.

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

Kenny and Liz want to get married at Woodstone Mansion

in two weeks.

: Ooh.

Thank God I died dressed to the nines.

Babe, this could be huge for us.

If we pull this off,

with all Kenny and Liz's fancy

made-the-cut friends in attendance,

it could really land us on the map.

You know, it's embarrassing how excited you all get

about a woman becoming a man's property.

Then again, if you put on "We Are Family,"

I'm on the dance floor, no questions asked. Right?

There is one teeny-tiny hoop we have to jump through.

Hoop? What kind of hoop?

Before Woodstone Mansion is officially booked,

Liz's family is sending Michael Davenport to check it out.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

Manhattan's top wedding planner?

Notoriously hard to please?

Okay, well, uh, wh-when's he coming?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow?

Sam, this house is a disaster.

We got pigeons in the attic.

Uh, w-we got lights flickering everywhere.

Honey, please, we'll get it done.

He's not wrong, this place looks haunted.

I mean, it is haunted.

But you don't want people to think that.

Come on.

Why?

Jay?

Good news, the pigeon guy's on his way.

Bad news, the stupid electrician just canceled again.

Seriously? That's the third time.

He said his dog isn't feeling well.

Aw.HETTY: No.

No "aw." You'll never be successful

in business if you let the help walk all over you.

Hetty, his dog isn't feeling well.

Poppycock. He's probably

playing dice with the other roughnecks.

That's what they do. They lie.

They imbibe and they lie.

I think I could fix this.

Uh, Jay, please be careful.

I've watched HGTV so many times, babe,

I'm practically a Property Brother.

And not the lame one, the one that actually fixes things.

Okay, well, do you have your menu ready

for the wedding planner?

I'm going to dazzle him.

I've been training my whole life for this, babe.

Just leave the cooking to your man.

He cooks, you work, your dynamic is grotesque.

Yeah! Yeah, I can do this.

Careful, you cad.

Those sconces are made of pure leaded crystal.

They are worth more than Oklahoma.

Okay, yep.

Easy-peasy...

Ah...

Jay!

Oh, my gosh. Are you okay?

What's going on?

I think Jay electrocuted himself.

Oh, he's fine. Ben Franklin used to do

the same thing all the time for attention.

More like Needy Richard's Almanack, am I right?

Honey, are you all right? : Ooh!

Don't get fresh with me, young lady.

Okay.

Uh, maybe you should go lay down.

We have some time before Michael arrives.

A brief respite. Perhaps you're right.

Straighten your back.

You're hunched over like a washer woman.

Hey, have you guys seen Hetty?

Uh, sorry, I haven't seen her.

Hmm, that's weird.

She wasn't at our morning walk, either.

Well, she's bound to turn up.

It's not like any of us can leave.

Remind me how that works.

Why does that happen?

We don't know, Sam.

Why do we go through the walls

but not fall through the floor?

It's not like we got a manual.

Ugh, would love a death manual.

Huge manual guy. Love being told what to do.

There's a man in uniform here, Sam.

I'll be honest, it's not a great man

nor a great uniform.

Oh, nice, that's the bird removal guy.

He's here to take care of the pigeons.

Murphy?

Before we let that Irishman in here, we need to lock up

the good china and count the spoons!

Mm-mm, no, no, no, no, no.

Mm, excuse me?

What?

Since when does Jay hate the Irish?

Excuse me, sir?

Yes, yes, yes, you.

Are you a member of a labor union?

There is a wrong answer.

Excuse me? I warn you,

if a single sugar bowl goes missing before the wedding...

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, dear. What is it? What's going on?

The reason none of us have seen Hetty is because she

is in there.

In the van?

What? No.

In where? Isaac, you're freaking me out.

She's in Jay, Samantha!

Uh, question, have you got enough room

in that van for all your potatoes?

That was a good one.

Ah, what? What do you mean, I'm inside of Jay's body?

How? When?

That's not mine.

No, this isn't happening. Possession isn't real.

Possession can't be real.

Neither are ghosts, yet here we are.

Gather the ghosts. Wait a minute.

Where are all the ghosts?

Oh, no. Isaac would know what to do.

Hey, Hetty or Jay or whoever, we're right here.

They're right here.

That's interesting. She can't see us.

Oh, no, no, no.

This can't be happening.

No!

J-Jay? Are you in there?

Jay.

Jay. : Oh, this is so weird.

Oh, my gosh. It's you. Yeah, yeah, it's me, babe.

He's back.

Oh, that's good.

I don't know what's happening. I-I was changing the light,

and-and then there was a big spark,

then I fell on the ground and I came to,

except I wasn't in control of my own body.

Somebody tell me, what is happening?

I've been trying to tell you.

We've seen this happen before. I haven't.

This is why we need a death manual.

The year was 1883, and Woodstone

was just being wired for the gift of electricity

when a poor workman electrified himself

and hurled toward a ghost.

Me.

Oh, boy.

What? What?

It was quite the interesting experience,

being inside another man.

Hold up, I've sat through 20 years

of Pete droning on and on about how to tie

every kind of knot, I could've been possessing people?

Oh, come on, I remember you perked up

when I covered cow hitches.

Possession is nearly impossible to do on purpose.

It requires a confluence of events

that are almost unreplicable.

So, how do we get Hetty out of my husband's body?

Oh, my God, I'm literally being colonized from the inside out.

Sh-She's coming back.

: Hmm. Oh, my God.

Why is it so damp in here?

Samantha, tell Hetty that this is

just like when I possessed her workman,

and we have to do the same thing to fix it.

Hetty... I can't believe I'm calling you this.

Well, it is my name, young lady.

Isaac says this is like the time he possessed your workman.

Oh, my God,

there might be a way out of this hellhole yet.

Well, what is it?

An exorcism.

Cool.

Oh, okay, well, I'll see you then.

Question, if you're unable to get the ghost

out of my husband, is there some sort of refund policy, or...?

Hello?