The Ghost Goes West Page #7

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But he'll be back later.

Maybe the phantom's

wristwatch is slow

and he doesn't know

it's past midnight.

Why don't you send one of

the servants to page him?

We are bringing you a broadcast

of the big reception for the

famous phantom of Glourie Castle.

Outstanding amongst the

guests is Mr. E. L. Bigelow,

who expresses the opinion

that the whole ghost story is

no more than a gigantic hoax.

Mr. Bigelow has made

personal investigations

which indicate that the Glouries

are not really a great Scotch family.

Mr. Bigelow follows this

with several other accusations against

Mr. Martin and Mr. Donald Glourie.

He has asked us however

not to make these public until

the end of tonight's experiment...

What's the matter, Joe?

Do you hear some more

groans or moans or clanking?

The ghosts is here somewhere,

but I guess he got lost.

I'll go and find him myself.

- Try whistling for him.

Why, Donald!

I thought that you were gone.

There's been some mistake.

In fact, a rather serious mistake.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I think I can inform you

that we shall see

no phantom tonight.

Forgive me Mrs. Martin, but there's

something I must say to Mr. Bigelow.

Go ahead and say it my friend.

I'm listening.

It had better be said outside.

Then I'm afraid you'll have to

wait until I'm ready to leave.

I see that you and Joe are

wearing the same tartan.

Do you belong to Martin's

Fine Foods' clan?

Don't you talk to him about

tartans! He's a real Scotsman.

Possibly, but I happen to be

connected with a family

far more important

than the Glouries.

I've never heard of

the clan Bigelow.

No, this tartan belongs to the clan

of my mother's ancestors,

of which I am the last representive.

It's the tartan of the

distinguished clan MacLaggan.

- Did you say MacLaggan? - Yes,

MacLaggan. Take your hands off me!

Murdoch! Murdoch!

Did you hear that?

Where is this MacLaggan?

Right there.

The fellow with the kilt.

Very good joke, Mr. Glourie.

Very amusing, indeed!

Get away from me!

MacLaggan!

I told you to get away from me!

I don't like practical jokes!

You're not scaring me.

Turn, MacLaggan!

Now, will you have the goodness to

repeat these words after me?

Yes sir. Yes sir.

Anything you say, sir!

In the name of every MacLaggan

whoever disgraced the

fair name of Scotland...

In the name of every MacLaggan

whoever disgraced the

fair name of Scotland...

I humbly apologize

for the insult to my

superiors, the Glouries.

I humbly apologize

for the insult to my

superiors, the Glouries.

And I freely admit

that one Glourie

can thrash 50 MacLaggans.

Can thrash 50 MacLaggans.

Now, touch the floor with your nose.

Farewell, last of the MacLaggans.

Father! Father!

Is that enough?

Yes, my son!

Your mission is fulfilled,

and now if you wish,

you may join your noble

ancestors in Heaven.

I do wish, for I have grown very

very weary of this earth.

Thank you Donald,

for finding me a MacLaggan.

It was a pleasure, Murdoch. And

now I suppose you'll be leaving us.

Yes, I'm very happy to go.

I leave you now to defend the

honor of our great name.

Farewell, last of the Glouries.

Farewell, kinsman.

Now smile, smile.

The reporters are here.

They want you to make a statement

about that famous fraud,

the Glourie ghost.

Is it true that you saw it,

Mr. Bigelow?

What did he look like?

- Did he say anything?

- Did he do anything?

Leave him alone,

he's not feeling so good.

Come now, I want you to see

absolutely the finest display

in the history of Florida,

provided by Martin's Fine Foods.

And now Donald, why don't you

tell me the answer to the riddle?

I can't tell you the answer,

but for the honor of the Glouries,

I must give you back the forfeit.

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