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to open

a restaurant in LA.

Uh, because you're an amazing chef.

Always have been.

You know, you're the

reason for my freshman 15.

Oh, come on!

Who knew that truffle oil was so

good on top of mac and cheese.

My specialty.

And once people realize how

irresistible your food is,

you're gonna have a line

outside the door.

Actually, I wanted to

talk to you about that.

I know that people would love this

place, if they'd ever heard of it.

But I just don't know

how to get the word out.

So, I was hoping that

maybe you could help me,

since you are the best

publicist in the entire city.

Flattery will get you

everywhere.

Okay, what this place

needs is star power.

Okay. We'll get the

celebrities in here,

we'll get the paparazzi out there, and

you'll get a full house, guaranteed.

Do you still have those gift certificates

left over from the grand opening?

They're in

the storeroom.

Oh! Could you give them to

some of your famous clients?

No.

I'll give them to all

my famous clients.

I'll put them inside

our company gift bags,

and I promise you,

by New Year's,

this will be the hottest

place in Hollywood.

Oh, my gosh!

Thank you so much!

You have no idea...

Oh, hold on,

hold on.

Hey, Aaron.

I'll go get the

gift certificates.

Yeah, you better be calling

me with some good news,

or you will be singing

Christmas carols as a soprano!

Hi, Caitlin. What's up?

Hey, hey. Okay.

Do you know if you need a

passport to go out in the ocean,

since technically

you're leaving the States?

Oh, God. Caitlin, what have

you gotten yourself into now?

Nothing, nothing. I just met this

awesome guy who owns a yacht

and he's taking me sailing!

Caitlin, no.

Do not get on the boat.

Promise me.

Oh, my gosh, it's not a

boat, Sloane, it's a yacht!

Promise me!

Fine. I promise.

Okay, we just

talked about this.

You promised to not get

into any trouble until...

I said fine,

party-pooper!

Here you go!

Hello? Caitlin?

Sweetie, it's a bad connection.

Call me back.

I swear, if you're calling me

from the middle of the Pacific,

I will swim out there

and drown you myself.

- Hello? Caitlin? Hello?

- Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Sloane. Sloane. Sloane.

Sloane.

Caitlin?

Hello? Sloane.

Sloane. Hello? Sloane.

Hello?

Hello? Sloane.

Sloane. Sloane.

Oh, my God, shut up. Shut up!

Sloane.

Caitlin! Jeez! Oh, my...

You scared me to death!

How did you get in here?

Sloane Spencer,

time is running out.

You must change your

ways or pay the price.

Oh, my God.

How good was that?

You know, I should have

totally won Best Actress

at the Teen Choice

Awards last year.

Stupid Dakota Fanning.

Okay. you know what,

sit down. Sit down.

What happened? Did you break up

with a boyfriend or something?

Oh, God, please don't tell

me there's a sex tape.

This isn't about me, Sloane,

it's too late for me.

But you still have a chance.

A chance for what?

Not to die alone.

Okay, are you drunk?

No!

Okay, maybe a little.

I mean, I only had,

like, one, two, four...

That bottle.

You know what,

that's not the point.

For the next

three nights,

you will be visited by three

ghosts at the stroke of midnight.

Three ghosts? You mean like

Dickens' three ghosts?

Exactly. They're gonna give you

your only shot at redemption.

Okay, here's what

we're gonna do.

You're gonna

go home now,

and tomorrow morning,

we're going to go see about

getting you some

professional help, okay?

It'll be completely

confidential.

Promise.

I'm not the one who

needs help, Sloane.

All right, that's it. I put up with a

lot with my clients, but I've never...

How did you do that?

Listen to me, Sloane.

Listen to me!

Go away!

Get out of my house!

Babe, are you okay?

Yes. Yes. I am.

The craziest thing

just happened. Caitlin...

Oh, God,

you haven't heard.

Heard what?

Turn on your TV.

Quinn was dancing on this

spot earlier this evening

when she apparently

choked to death

on an olive while

drinking her martini.

Too bad it wasn't

an apple martini,

or she'd be alive today.

Back to you.

Thank you.

Hi, I was told Caitlin

Quinn was brought here?

Are you family?

I'm her publicist.

Sloane.

Oh, my God.

Sloane Spencer.

Come here.

Patrick? Oh, my God!

I can't believe it!

How many years

has it been?

Too many.

I'm so happy to see you.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

What are you doing here?

What, are you sick?

No, I'm here to see

one of my clients.

Caitlin Quinn?

Come on.

I'll take you to her.

Wow. It's good to see you.

You, too.

I just had to see

for myself.

I can't believe it.

She's dead.

I told her to stop getting

into so much trouble.

Hey, you can't

blame yourself.

No, you don't

understand.

Her movie premiere

is in three days!

I know. It's hard to lose someone so

young, with so much ahead of them.

This is a nightmare.

I'll give you some

time alone with her.

Say your goodbyes.

Do you think that gurney

makes me look fat?

No. No, no, no, no.

This is impossible.

You're dead!

That is your body.

Yeah, draped in the

tackiest sheets ever.

What is this, polyester?

All right.

This isn't happening.

Seriously.

They need to swap this out for Egyptian

cotton before anyone else views me.

No, no, no, no, no.

You aren't happening.

How could you be talking

to me if you're dead?

I'll give you a hint.

Boo!

You're...

You're a ghost?

Yup. Just like Marley from

A Christmas Carol.

Okay, no. This isn't real. You're dreaming.

You're dreaming.

Wake up, Sloane!

Wake up!

You awake now?

Sloane?

What's the matter?

You're covered in sweat.

Are you okay?

I see dead people.

I've heard you have your first

psychotic break in your early 20's.

Do you think that's

what's happening to me?

No. You're not crazy.

I promise.

I had a conversation

with a dead celebrity.

It was a hallucination, a

reaction to your friend dying.

Oh, no,

we weren't friends.

Okay, still. Stress

messes with the head.

It makes you see things

that aren't there.

So you don't

believe in ghosts?

Sure I do.

Really?

Absolutely. When I was

in the tenth grade,

we had this seance

at a slumber party,

and I promise you the Ouija

board moved on its own.

It said that Christina Aguilera

was gonna go to the prom with me.

She didn't, but that's not

the Ouija board's fault.

Sloane! Come on.

Wake up!

You don't need an exorcist.

You need just a vacation.

I know! I need to just

chuck everything and

lie on a beach in

the middle of Hawaii.

I should be able to get off

of work sometime in January

of 2018.

Yeah, you know what,

Sloane, you're right.

Who needs Hawaii

when you can have

LA traffic,

dead celebrities.

Hmm. Impending

schizophrenia?

I've missed you.

Whose fault is that?

You didn't have to leave.

Yes, I did. It was med school.

It was my dream.

What else was

I supposed to do?

I know. I just... You

could have come with me.

In fact, I thought

you were coming with me.

I couldn't.

Could you imagine me,

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