Jinki:Extend (Jinki: Extend)

We are ghosts.

While most spirits pass on

to the afterlife, we are

cursed to spend eternity...

-(gasps) -Oh, and she's gone.

Now what's going to happen to the house?

This must be them, the new folks that own the house.

Why don't we just try haunting?

Oh!

We scare them away. We're ghosts!

-We did it! -(shouts)

W-Watch out!

-Oh. -(gasps)

Oh, my God! Sam? Sam!

I hope you were at least as upset

when I was technically dead for three minutes.

-This can't be real. What are you looking at?

-I think you're right. She can see us. -Uh-huh.

: Ah.

Hello!

Well?

Yup, she can still see us.

Yes!

Also, she's apparently a little cranky

before she's had her coffee.

Troops, never before have we possessed the ability

to communicate with a Living.

We are in uncharted waters.

Those are worst type of waters, unless, of course, you find cod.

This opens up intriguing

possibilities to get them to leave.

Namely: diplomacy.

Thankfully, you're looking

at the man who negotiated an end

to the Siege of Fort Ticonderoga.

You surrendered unconditionally to the British.

But we lived to fight another day.

You died of dysentery two weeks later.

Did I?

Thank you. Thank you.

Point is: I'm good at talking.

Don't talk to enemy, destroy them.

Then toast their deaths with horns full of mead!

Okay, that boy has some serious anger issues.

Why do we have to make the Livings leave?

It just seems like such a bummer.

Because, they're planning on turning my beloved

Woodstone Mansion into a hotel, that's why. We'll be overrun!

Exactly! We can't let these invaders take our land.

Do you hear it? At all?

Do you hear the words that you're saying?

You know, we don't have

to talk her into leaving or destroy anyone.

We could just befriend her and ask her not to open the hotel.

So, no hotel, but the hot chick stays? I like that plan.

Yeah, could be useful to have a Living that we can talk to.

Ooh, I can get her to look into the details

surrounding my mysterious death.

Oh, please. You had a heart attack.

-Which was likely brought on by poisoning. -Okay.

My death, like my life, was spectacular. Had to be!

No way I went out from something boring like a busted ticker.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

My doc was pretty worried about my blood pressure.

Luckily, didn't turn out to be a problem. (laughs)

Oh, what happened?

There's an arr... we've been through this.

Jay! Where were you?

I was in the attic.

Are you okay?

Jay, they're back. I woke up,

-and one was in the bathroom... -Whoa, whoa, okay, okay.

These are just residual effects from your accident.

-What happened? -I ran into the door

When I tried to attack him with a toilet brush.

Um, is that like to ghosts what wooden stakes are to vampires?

It was the only thing handy!

Please don't make fun of me. I really saw one.

Okay, okay. Um, have you seen one since you hit your head?

No.

Do you think somehow hitting my head the second time cured me?

I mean, if you haven't seen one since you hit your head,

-you're probably out of the woods. -Oh, my God.

They're back! They're here. They're all behind you.

Hello! Sorry about before.

I don't see anybody.

I would like to formally open negotiations to discuss

-your withdrawal from Woodstone Mansion. -Hear, hear.

There's a hippie and a Viking.

-Be gone! -Peace!

And a guy dressed like Hamilton.

Hamilton? How do you know about Hamilton?

One of them's not wearing any pants.

Oh, yeah? You like that?

Hi. Alberta.

Can you help me find out who murdered me?

Hey, babe, remember what the doctor said.

You-you might experience some visual disturbances.

: I'm sorry.

Y-You're talking about Alexander Hamilton?

Did that little twerp become famous?

-Wait. Isn't that the guy on the ten-dollar bill? -The what?

They seem really real.

-Well, of course we're real! -We're right here.

-He's on paper currency? You're hearing us!

Okay, but what do you think is more likely? Do you think

you're seeing ghosts, or do you think

you're suffering symptoms of a severe concussion?

Ghosts.

Yeah.

Obviously.

Concussion.

-(overlapping chatter) -No!

They're all in your head.

You just ignore them, and they'll go away.

-Ignore us? -Well, that's rude.

You go get some rest

because your man is taking care of business.

-Do you know how that works? -Mm... Oh.

No. No, I do not.

-But the Internet does. -The Internet?

It's an invention for looking up stock prices and porn.

I'm gonna let the contractors handle the big things.

But you know what? Papa Bear's gonna save some money

where I can, because we're not all

Mr. Moneybags here, am I right?

From where

did you find this awful painting of my philandering husband?

-Oh, yeah, Elias. I remember when he sat for that painting. -Mm.

-And then when he slept with the artist. -Yeah.

Okay, I guess I'll just go lie down.

You're gonna be better in no time.

The bones have spoken,

and they foresee your doom!

Right. Thanks.

What are you doing in my room?

Oh, yeah, this is gonna make a dope man cave.

What?

A cave of men? What does that even mean?

Oh, no.

What are... what are you... what are you doing?

Oh, hey, Hetty. This is fun.

This is not fun.

This horrible man has destroyed the sanctity of our rooms.

Oh, it's like we're roommates.

You got this.

-Oh. -Oh!

Crap.

Are you mad?

You've made it even bigger!

No, no, no, don't walk away!

Yay!

Hey, who's your favorite boy ghost?

I'd say Thor, but he really scares me,

but I kind of like that.

You know what? No. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

This Jay fellow has

ruined our ability to communicate

with Samantha by convincing her that we are not real!

Which is a serious setback.

In the face of which, a lesser leader

might give up.

Like, for instance... oh, I don't know...

Hamilton.

Dude is obsessed.

Mm.

He was a terrible commander. He was all about himself!

Whereas I... I was known for making men under me happy.

How are we supposed to befriend Sam,

or "drive her from the land,"

yeah, yeah, if she's just ignoring us?

Enemy's not supposed to ignore. It hurts feelings.

We don't let her ignore us.

We do the same thing I did in '98

when Lizzie Grubman told me the list was closed

for Diddy's White Party. We keep bugging her!

-What kind of party? -What is "Diddy"?

It's a jaunty little song.

The references are not important!

The point is, we don't give up.

We keep bugging her. Now is when we double down!

So simple, yet so brilliant.

Thank you.

We don't allow her to ignore us.

-(laughs) -Yes.

Yes, we will pester her

-in the kitchen. -(others agreeing)

And we will annoy her in the living room.

-Yeah! -My idea.

We will make her life a living hell

so she has no choice but to finally acknowledge us!

-Yes! -Yes!

And then we drive them from this land!

-Yes! -Or have a nice, friendly chat!

-That one. You do that one. -(overlapping chatter)

She will rue the day!

Chop their legs off, hang them from trees!

-Roll it back. It's too much! -You're making it weird.

Hi there!