Harvey, Hank, and Marcus walk through town to look for the ghost Marcus saw last night.
No kidding eh?
I’m pretty sure it’s ten to twelve.
Oh really? Time flies I guess. That’s when I saw the ghost last night.
Oh! Watch out! Are you a good ghost, or a cursed demon? Do you bring good business or economic downfall; are you benevolent or malign? Please talk to me. I’ll call you “Harvey", "President", or "Father." Please answer! Don't drive me crazy with your silence! Tell my why your body, which I saw buried, has come out of your casket, and now walks around; what could this mean? Why have you been raised up in your presidential suit, and come to scare us? Why? What should we do?
No, it’s ten after; my watch just beeped.
Got the time?
Man it’s cold tonight.
Is it normal to have a party like that?
What's the celebration for?
Fireworks explode in the distance.
Yeah, but I don’t really like the custom. It’s pretty unprofessional and makes our country’s government look like a joke. Other countries have openly stated they think we’re just a bunch of drunks, and frankly, I agree. How can you say you’re professional, people only see the dark spot in our country. It doesn’t matter to them, they’ll judge us by the one flaw instead of who we are, a strong nation.
The president’s celebrating his victory. Apparently his retainers are letting him party hard tonight. He’s ordered over 40 cases of champagne I heard, and he got Post Malone to do a live performance as well.
As the friends enter the graveyard, the ghost reappears.
There's the ghost!
It wants you to follow it somewhere quieter; you shouldn't go.