
Ghost Story
- R
- Year:
- 1981
- 110 min
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HE'S DEAD.
HE'S DEAD.
I DON'T BELIEVE IT !
NO PULSE.
THERE'S NO PULSE !
NO PULSE ! NO--
YOU--
HE'S GOT NO PULSE.
A LITTLE AFTER MIDNIGHT,
THE OLD CARETAKER WAS AWAKENED
BY A TERRIBLE SOUND;
WHIMPERING, PITIFULLY.
FAINTLY.
ONLY THIS TIME:
HE WAS SURE IT WAS HUMAN.
THE GRAVEYARD WAS SILENT...
EXCEPT FOR THE STEADY PADDING
OF HIS FEET...
AS HE WEN AROUND THE TOMBSTONES.
"HELLO ? IS SOMEONE THERE ?
SOMEONE ?"
NO ONE.
AS HE STOOD THERE,
SCRATCHING HIS HEAD,
FEELING SOMETHING
OF A DAMN FOOL,
AND THERE AT HIS FEET,
SOMEONE HAD BEEN BURIED...
THAT VERY AFTERNOON.
THE SOIL WAS UPSET,
AND THE CROSS LAY ON ITS SIDE.
"RESPECT," HE MUTTERED,
BUTT OF A PRACTICAL JOKE.
SO HE SMOOTHED OUT THE SOIL...
AND SET THE CROSS BACK UPRIGH AT THE HEAD OF THE GRAVE,
AND THEN HE WENT BACK
TO HIS BED.
BUT OUTSIDE,
IN THE GRAVEYARD,
IN THE WIND,
OF SOUND,
ALMOST LIKE A SONG:
"ALIVE. STILL ALIVE !"
AAAH !
"ALIVE."
GOD.
MARVELOUS STORY.
MARVELOUS.
I THINK THA WAS THE WORST SHOCKER
WE'VE HAD IN YEARS.
DAMN NEAR SCARED THE PANTS
OFF ME, I'LL TELL YOU.
WELL, I DON'T KNOW
ABOUT YOU,
BUT I COULD DO:
WITH ANOTHER BRANDY.
HEAR, HEAR.
MAYBE A GOOD CIGAR.
I'VE GOT TO
GO TO BED.
NO BRANDY ?
I HAVEN'T BEEN
SLEEPING WELL LATELY.
BESIDES, IT'S LATE,
AND IT'S GETTING COLD.
AND MILLY'LL BE WAITIN' UP TO--
POUR SOME HOT CHOCOLATE
DOWN ME.
COME ON. I'LL
DRIVE YOU HOME, DOC.
OF THIS COUNTRY...
WILL BE WEARING TIES
ONLY TO WEDDINGS...
AND--
AND TO FUNERALS:
TOO, PERHAPS.
I'D FEEL
AS IF I WAS NAKED.
WELL, IT'S TIME
WE ALL WENT HOME.
COME ON, DOC.
YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
ARE YOU SLEEPING
ALL RIGHT ?
DAMN IT TO HELL.
ARE YOU ?
GENTLEMEN,
BEFORE YOU GO,
I WOULD LIKE TO PROPOSE
A TOAST...
TO US:
CHOWDER SOCIETY.
CHOWDER SOCIETY.
THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.
THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.
THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.
WHO ARE YOU ?
SLEEPING.
WHO ARE YOU ?
WOKE ME.
TELL ME !
DAVID.
- WHO ARE YOU ?
- YOU KNOW.
I KNOW ?
I AM YOU.
NO.
COLD.
WHAT ARE YOU ?
DONNIE ? COME HOME, DONNIE.
THERE'S BEEN A TERRIBLE ACCIDEN IN NEW YORK.
YOUR BROTHER IS...
DEAD, SON.
COME HOME RIGHT AWAY.
FROM NEW YORK,
HARTFORD AND SPRINGFIELD.
GATE THREE FROM NEW YORK,
HARTFORD AND SPRINGFIELD.
BE CAREFUL.
BUS FOR MONTREAL--
HELLO, DAD.
WELL-- IS THIS
ALL YOU HAVE ?
I'M FINE.
- L-LOOK AT YOU.
- I'M OKAY, DAD.
MONTPELIER,
YOUR GATE IS FOUR.
BREAK OUT THE SNOWMOBILES,
BOYS AND GIRLS.
WHITE STUFF ALREADY
ON THE GROUND...
AND A MASSIVE COLD FRON HEADING OUR WAY.
NO QUESTION ABOUT IT.
RIGHT.
HOW'S THE WRITING
COMING ?
I'VE HAD OTHER THINGS
ON MY MIND.
TEACHING ?
OH, DON.
HAPPENED TO HIM, DAD ?
THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT.
OH, IS THAT WHAT YOU
TOLD EVERYBODY ?
THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID.
I KNOW SOMETHING HAPPENED
YOU'RE SHOUTIN'.
JESUS CHRIST, DAD !
HAPPENED TO HIM !
HE MAY HAVE BEEN MURDERED !
STOP IT !
I KNEW THE GIRL:
HE WAS GONNA MARRY.
DO YOU HEAR ME ?
I SLEPT WITH HER.
YOU COME HERE LOOKING LIKE
GOD KNOWS WHAT,
YOUR BROTHER:
NOT EVEN IN HIS GRAVE YET--
DAD--
AND YOU START CARRYING ON
ABOUT HAVING SEX
WITH HIS FIANCEE.
- DAD !
- ISN'T IT ABOUT TIME
YOU STRAIGHTENED OUT ?
SOMEHOW.
DAD.
THOU PREPAREST A TABLE--
DAVID.
SURELY GOODNESS:
AND MERCY SHALL FOLLOW ME
DAVID. DAVID.
DON.
OH ! I-- I DIDN'T KNOW
WHERE I WAS FOR A MOMENT.
YOU WERE HAVIN'
A BAD DREAM.
LORD, WAS I EVER.
THINK I'LL TURN IN.
GOOD NIGHT.
NIGHT.
WELL, YOU'RE ALL I HAVE
LEFT NOW, YOU KNOW.
UH, MAYBE--
UH, MAYBE
ONE DAY.
I-I'D LIKE THAT.
ME TOO.
WELL, STAY AROUND A FEW DAYS
AND HELP YOUR OLD MAN OU WITH A FEW THINGS.
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
SURE.
WILL YOU, KIDDO ?
WAKE UP. WAKE UP !
NOOOO !
STELLA.
MY GOD.
WOW.
HERE.
YOU POOR DARLING.
BETTER ?
YEAH.
YOU WANNA TELL ME
ABOUT IT ?
NO, NO, NO.
OH.
THOSE GRUESOME STORIES
YOU TELL EACH OTHER.
IT'S A WONDER
YOU CAN SLEEP AT ALL.
UP TO ?
BLACK MAGIC.
YOU'RE NUTS.
DAD ?
DAD ?
DAD, YOU OKAY ?
FINE. FINE.
YOU SURE ?
IT WAS--
IT WAS JUST A DREAM.
ARE YOU SURE ?
MORNING, MR. MAYOR.
IS EVERYTHING OKAY ?
THE WIFE AND I...
TERRIBLE THING.
DAVID !
DAVID !
DAVID !
DAVID !
DAVID !
WHAT THE HELL IS HE--
NED ?
NED.
NED !
HOLY SH*T.
RICK, THAT'S PATHETIC !
THANK GOD YOU'RE BACK !
EVERYONE'S BEEN CALLING !
A NINNY !
AND SO ARE YOU,
IF YOU KEEP BELIEVING
SUCH TWADDLE !
HE SAW HIM !
EDWARD WAS DOING SOMETHING
ON THAT BRIDGE.
I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT,
BUT SOMETHING !
HE WAS WALKING--
I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA.
WELL PROVIDED FOR.
- TAKE IT EASY, NOW.
YOU-- YOU'D THINK YOU KNEW
WHAT HE WAS CAPABLE OF !
YOU'RE NOT DOING YOUR
MYBLOOD ?
MR. JAMES, IT'S JOEL BRENNER
OVER AT THEURBANITE.
FOR THE PAPER.
- WHAT SHALL I SAY ?
MY GOD. HE WEN OFF THE BRIDGE !
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
YOU BETTER--
COME ON, YOU BETTER
GO HOME NOW.
YOU-- YOU--
I'LL CALL YOU LATER.
YOU KNEW HIM AS WELL AS I DID,
RICKY. HE COULDN'T.
NOT NOW, RICKY.
YES. NOW.
MY GOD, SEARS.
SOMETHING'S HAPPENING.
I-- I CAN TELL.
SOMETHING TERRIBLE.
PERSISTEN WITHOUT BEING A BULLY.
THAT'S A VERY NICE QUALITY,
RICKY.
- DON'T TRY TO BAMBOOZLE ME.
- IT'S A FEW BAD DREAMS !
COME ON, NOW.
LET'S GET TO WORK.
YOU'RE DISSEMBLING.
IT'S BENEATH YOU.
ALL RIGHT.
I DON'T KNOW. BUT WE'VE
GOTTA DO SOMETHING.
HELLO.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?
ANSWER ME.
I WON'T HURT YOU.
ANSWER THE MAN, FENNY.
HELLO, MR. HAWTHORNE.
WHAT DO YOU WANT ?
WE WANT TO PLAY.
ISN'T THAT SO,
LITTLE BROTHER ?
YOU CAN'T STAY HERE.
YOU'RE BREAKING THE LAW.
- IS THAT SO ?
- YOU'RE TRESPASSING HERE,
ILLEGALLY !
NO. NO, WE'RE NOT.
- WHO ?
- OUR FRIEND.
OUR NEW FRIEND.
NO ONE LIVES HERE.
SOMEONE LIVED HERE.
SOMEONE FANTASTIC.
WHAT ?
YOU'VE LIVED IN THIS TOWN
ALL YOUR LIFE,
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