Hold That Ghost Page #2

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You want it?

Yes.

Now look

what you did!

I'm sorry, Chuck.

You're sorry.!

Look what you did to me! Get to work.

Now we're shadows.

I'll get to work.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself. I am.

But I'm gonna make you proud

of me. What do you mean?

I'm not gonna be a gas attendant all my

life. I'm gonna have a club of my own.

I'm gonna have Ted Lewis and the

Andrews Sisters. Own a nightclub!

Don't look now... but your

eye is dripping. Quiet!

You just had us thrown out. If we don't get

on the job, you'll have us thrown out here.

Okay.

All right, Chuck,

I'll work hard...

but I don't intend to be a

gas attendant all my life.

Hey, Chuck. Don't bother me,

Ferdie. Stop playing with balloons.

I'm gonna blow 'em up.

Put those away. Get on thejob. Okay.

What's the matter with you? Chuck?

8 gallons for $1, that's pretty

cheap. That don't include ethyl.

You mean ethyl is more

expensive? Certainly.

If a car drove up and asked

for ethyl, what would you do?

I'd say she don't work

here anymore. No, no.

You'd put ethyl in the car.

Why? I don't know the girl!

She's got no right

hangin' around.

What can we do for you?

We've got a special on.

Ooh! I think

you got a blowout!

Just one of his pranks.

What can we do for you?

I want to park for a couple hours.

Certainly. Nothing but service.

Park the man's car.

Right!

Be careful with it. I just

had it waxed. Don't worry.

He should have his license

taken away.

I'll see that he does...

as soon as he gets one.

All right.

Ten gallons of gas. I'm

in a hurry. Check your oil?

No... no!

Want some oil?

Check the water. The water's

okay. Hurry with the gas.

With every 4 quarts of oil

we give you "die-fly. "

Kills moths in rugs, bugs

and slugs. Ten gallons of gas.

- Want some oil?

- No!

You a tough guy?

Yes!

You're wasting time. Clean up

the back. How 'bout new tires?

Here's our card. When it's fully

punched, you get new dishes.

The lady'll enjoy that. I'm not married.

Want some oil? I don't want

tires, dishes, or fly spray.

Most of all, I don't want oil!

In case you want some, we got it.

Hurry up with

that gas!

Quit stalling. Get the gas in. All right.

What do you know?

Hmm-hmm.

Hmm-hmm!

Ain't loaded.

What was that?

That looks like Moose Matson! Moose Matson?

You're right.

What are you doing?

What's the big idea?

I wanna get outta here, get back to

the gas station. What is it you want?

My mama. Get over here and drive.

Get up there and help him.

Make it snappy. Yes, sir.

Look out!

Whoa!

Aaah!

It's awful quiet,

ain't it?

Pull over someplace, will ya?

Lefty...

get a doctor,

will ya?

Who's Lefty?

I don't know.

Lefty isn't here.

"I, Sidney Matson,

known as Moose Matson...

"being of sound mind

and under no duress...

"make this my

last will and testament.

"Whereas anybody who associates

with me must be a rat...

"whereas I can't tell my friends

from stoolies or chiselers...

"and whereas it's impossible to foresee who

will turn yellow when the going gets tough...

"I hereby bequeath

all my worldly possessions...

to those with me at the final moment

when the coppers dim my lights. "

That's us! You mean, we get his money?

There is none

as far as we know.

Moose always said he kept his money in

his head. We never learned what he meant.

The only tangible asset

is a tavern on highway 129.

A tavern? That's a hotel. Yeah.

One minute

you work in a station...

next you own a hotel.

Next back in the station.

Send Mr. Smith in.

I've taken the liberty

of asking my associate...

to accompany you to your

property and turn over the keys.

It won't be too much

bother? No bother at all.

Hello, Charlie. Meet

Mr. Murray and Mr. Jones.

- Mr. Murray, Mr. Jones.

- Hello.

These are the beneficiaries

of the Matson will.

I know. It won't be too much

trouble to take us there?

Not at all. I'll see you're

taken care of. Thanks.

Since your property's off the main

highway, we'll take a private bus.

I'm making arrangements. Meet me

tomorrow at 8:
00. We'll be there.

The bus is operated by a man named

Harry Hoskins. You'll see his name.

I hope we're not putting

you out. Not at all.

It's gonna be a pleasure to take

you for a ride. See ya tomorrow.

He's gonna

take us for a ride!

We don't want no roadhouse. Anything

you get for nothin' is no good.

Let's get back to the station. That's fine.

Just when you get to advance yourself,

you wanna be a gas station attendant!

You missed 'em!

Here's the bus,

Harry Hoskins.

Yeah, Harry Hoskins.

Hey, what are you

doing in that car?

I'm Chuck Murray.

Behave yourself.

This is FerdieJones. We're

supposed to pick up a ride.

Mr. Smith said he'd make the

arrangements. Oh, Charlie.

Let me take these bags.

Give the man a hand.

Here you are. Give him

a hand with the bags!

You said give him a hand! Give it to him.

Do you know anything about

the Forrester's Club? I do.

You know about the club?

We inherited it. You did?

That'll be the... Which way you goin'?

North.

North?

Don't you wish you were goin' south? Why?

That's the way

your bag went.

Why you... We'll leave as soon as

the rest of my passengers get here.

I thought we were the only two. Well, I...

Mr. Hoskins? I'm Norma Lind. Oh, yes.

This is Mr. Murray, Mr. Jones. Hello.

Have I got time for breakfast

before we leave? We'll wait for you.

Anytime I'll wait for you. I'd love

to buy breakfast for you myself!

You trying to be a

cavalier? What's a cavalier?

A man who takes a girl out,

wines and dines her...

and says good night

without kissing her.

That's what you call a

cavalier? Where I come from.

Where I come from

they call 'em suckers.

Mr. Hoskins?

Mr. Hoskins!

Why don't you look where

you're going? You blind?

I hit you, didn't I? Get up.

Did you get hurt?

No, I'm all right!

Mr. Hoskins? I'm Camille

Brewster, the radio actress.

Yes, Miss Brewster. Mr. Murray

and Mr. Jones. How do you do?

Suppose you've heard me on the air? Uh-uh.

No? See if you recognize me. Aaah!

Air-raid alarm.

Det-det-det!

That's the scream that opens The

Tales of Terror programs. Right.

I knew it. That was

the scream, but no more.

After 60 programs, I got mad. I'm

an actress, not just a sound effect.

So I quit! Guess I'll

go back to the movies.

Movie actress?

No, usherette.

Something to drink?

Draw one.

- Draw one, right.

- May I have service, please?

How long ago was your juice

squeezed? It's fresh this morning.

What time?

Exactly an hour ago.

That's too long. Its vitamin C was

deficient half hour after squeezing.

People need vitamin C.

Take that girl.

Hyperthyroid,

slight pituitary deficiency.

She'd be better off with

fewer eggs and more juice.

I'm doing all right.

I'm doing special research on

glands and their vitamin consumption.

I'm a doctor.

If this is a line,

it's at least a new one.

Oh no.

I have credentials.

I had them in my pocket.

Where could they be?

What happened

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