
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.
EXCEPT FOR THE STEADY PADDING
OF HIS FEET...
AS HE WEN AROUND THE TOMBSTONES.
"HELLO ? IS SOMEONE THERE ?
SOMEONE ?"
BUT THERE WAS NOTHING.
NO ONE.
AS HE STOOD THERE,
SCRATCHING HIS HEAD,
FEELING SOMETHING
OF A DAMN FOOL,
HE HAPPENED TO LOOK DOWN.
SOMEONE HAD BEEN BURIED...
THAT VERY AFTERNOON.
THE GRAVE HAD BEEN DISTURBED.
THE SOIL WAS UPSET,
AND THE CROSS LAY ON ITS SIDE.
"RESPECT," HE MUTTERED,
SURE NOW THAT HE WAS THE
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.
YOU KNOW, TEN YEARS FROM NOW,
OF THIS COUNTRY...
WILL BE WEARING TIES
ONLY TO WEDDINGS...
AND--
AND TO FUNERALS:
TOO, PERHAPS.
I'D FEEL
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.
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.
TWO INCHES OF THAT LOVELY
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 ?
DIDN'T FINISH OU THE TERM.
OH, DON.
SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK
THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT.
TOLD EVERYBODY ?
WHAT, THAT HE FELL ?
THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID.
I DON'T GIVE A DAMN !
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.
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
ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE.
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
IF THE WEATHER LETS UP,
YOU AND I CAN GO FISHIN'
ONE DAY.
I-I'D LIKE THAT.
ME TOO.
AND HELP YOUR OLD MAN OU WITH A FEW THINGS.
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
SURE.
DON'T FORGET TO LOCK UP,
WILL YOU, KIDDO ?
WAKE UP. WAKE UP !
NOOOO !
RICKY, FOR GOD'S SAKE !
STELLA.
MY GOD.
WOW.
HERE.
YOU POOR DARLING.
BETTER ?
YEAH.
ABOUT IT ?
NO, NO, NO.
OH.
THOSE GRUESOME STORIES
YOU TELL EACH OTHER.
IT'S A WONDER
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 !
NED ?
NED.
NED !
HOLY SH*T.
RICK, THAT'S PATHETIC !
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.
YOU TALK AS IF HE WAS
I'M SURE EDWARD LEFT HIM
WELL PROVIDED FOR.
- WHY DON'T YOU TELL HIM
- TAKE IT EASY, NOW.
YOU-- YOU'D THINK YOU KNEW
YOU'RE NOT DOING YOUR
MYBLOOD ?
MR. JAMES, IT'S JOEL BRENNER
OVER AT THEURBANITE.
WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU'LL WRITE
FOR THE PAPER.
MY GOD. HE WEN OFF THE BRIDGE !
SAY WHATEVER YOU DAMN PLEASE.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
YOU BETTER--
- I CAN'T BELIEVE IT !
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.
I DON'T BELIEVE IT !
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 !
AND A MONTHLY SPOOK STORY.
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.
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.
- YOU'RE TRESPASSING HERE,
ILLEGALLY !
NO. NO, WE'RE NOT.
WE'VE SPOKEN TO HER.
- WHO ?
- OUR FRIEND.
OUR NEW FRIEND.
NO ONE LIVES HERE.
SOMEONE LIVED HERE.
SOMEONE FANTASTIC.
WHAT ?
ALL YOUR LIFE,
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