The Time of Their Lives Page #5

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I was coming up the stairs

and that thing...

How did this get here?

Oh, hurry, darling.

I-I'll take that.

Millie. Take it away! Take it away!

That dress! It's haunted! I saw it

coming down the stairs all by itself!

I did!

That's impossible.

It is, huh? How about

that hit I got on the head?

Yes, and what about the tooting

in my stethoscope?

Oh, stop it.

Stop it, all of you.

I-I can't explain about

the dress or anything else,

but I do know there's nothing

supernatural about it.

And if you don't all stop acting

like a bunch of crazy neurotics,

I'm going to start

acting like one myself.

Oh, well, listen, honey... Uh...

M-M-Melody! Melody!

Melody! Oh, Horatio, stop that!

Melody!

Stop that!

Let go of it, Horatio!

Pull harder.!

Horatio, let's get back to

the tree. I'm afraid. Come on.

Ohh! Oh!

We'll think more clearly

in the morning. We'd better.

I'll not spend another night

in this house.

Look.

Now do you believe there's

something supernatural going on here?

I don't know what to believe, but

whatever it is, it's terrifying.

Ghosts of the well, come back.

They've gone. You've frightened them.

We did?

Yep.

They've gone back

to the well, all right.

And we're going back to town,

first thing in the morning.

Oh, June, please. You've got to

help me figure this thing out.

Come on, darling.

No. I don't care what Emily says.

I'm not taking part in any sance.

I've had enough. But, darling, isn't

it better to try to find the truth?

Let me read you something. This is the record

of a Major Putnam who shot the two traitors.

He says, "Then we tossed

their bodies down the well,

and I cursed their miserable spirits to be

bound to Danbury Acres 'til crack of doom. "

If it's anything at all, it must be those two

poor devils. They can't get off this property.

But, Sheldon, that's sheer

medieval superstition.

Shelly is right, June. As a

psychiatrist, I've got to agree with him.

If we all intend to keep our sanity, we've got

to get to the bottom of this. If a sance...

And that from a man who wrote a dozen

articles exposing all sances as fakes.

Please, Mildred. Please, both of

you. Let's do what Emily suggests.

If this sance doesn't work, I swear I'll give

up the whole thing and go back to New York.

Is that fair enough? Oh, all right,

Sheldon. That's... That's a deal.

Thank you, darling.

Go ahead, Emily.

Now, put your hands on the table

again, little fingers touchin'.

And we've all got to make

our minds perfectly blank.

Well, that should be

easy for you. It is. I...

Anelot dos mirabus piret cotar.

Nimbus et nosticus lazum bodar.

Did you feel that?

Yes. Something's

happening.

It must be them people down at the

house. They're up to somethin' again.

Oh, something's

pulling me!

Me too. Hang on.

Hang on! Hang on!

Th-Th-The windows.

I can feel their presence.

We didn't mean any harm.

Won't you please let us go back

to the well where we belong?

I promise we will never

bother you again.

Oh, please let us go back

to the well. Whaddya say?

Anelot dos mirabus

piret cotar.

Nimbus et nosticus

lazum bodar.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you ever so much.

Did you hear what

that nice lady said?

What did she say?

Oh, be quiet and listen.

They're here.

Spirits of the well, we know

the curse upon your souls.

We only wish to help you

if we can.

Horatio, did you hear what that charming

young man said? They want to help us.

It's a trick. I don't

trust 'em. Let's go back.

If you wish to cooperate

with us, rap on this table.

Once for "no,"

and twice for "yes. "

Horatio, go on.

Do as he says.

Maybe they can help us

find your letter.

My letter? Yeah. Yeah! Anelot

dos mirabus piret cotar.

Nimbus et nosticus

lazum bodar.

Spirits of the well,

can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

A-Are you willing

to help us?

Are you the spirits

of the two traitors?

Ow!

Ralph!

Don't you call me

no traitor! You...

Why... Why do they

always pick on me?

Perhaps it was your question

that offended them, Ralph.

You're right.

I think you've hit it.

Are you trying to tell us

that you're not traitors?

Then who are you? What are

you? Identify yourselves.

Cuthbert Greenway,

you know who I am.

I'm Horatio Prim, the tinker.

This is Melody Allen.

We were on our way to warn General

Washington about Benedict Arnold...

Horatio. Don't be silly. But I gotta...

Don't you realize they can't

hear us? Who are you? Who are you?

Who am I? How am I gonna tell him who

I am if all I can do is rap yes or no?

I've got it!

Follow me.

They're goin' away. I feel

'em. They're goin' away.

Well, don't think it hasn't been

interesting, because it hasn't.

How about a nice game

of gin rummy?

Millie, sit down. We're going

through with this experiment.

Emily, try calling them back, will ya? Shh.

Spirits of the well,

come back. Come back!

They're here.

They're here.

Look!

Melody Allen!

Go on. Get back

under the table.

They're trying to tell us that

one of the ghosts is Melody Allen.

I don't understand. They're

both supposed to be men.

Are you trying to tell us that

one of you is Melody Allen?

Oh, now we're all confused.

Who is the other one?

"Who is the other one"? I keep tellin'

ya who the other one is. It's me!

I wonder how we can get him

to tell us who he is.

If we knew what their profession

was, that might give us a hint. Yeah.

You've got it there. Wait

a minute. Are you a soldier?

No. A gentleman?

Why not try that old rhyme? The one

that has all sorts of people in it.

You know, "rich man, poor

man, beggar man, thief. "

June, that's a great idea. Spirits

of the well, listen to this rhyme:

Were you a rich man?

Poor man?

He was a poor man. Well, then, doctor,

lawyer, Indian chief won't apply.

Uh... How does

the rest of it go?

Oh, "tinker... "

Wait a minute.

He's a tinker.!

Danbury mentions a tinker right in

here. Let's see if I can find it.

"The shame I experienced because

of my treasonable activities...

"was increased threefold

when the maid, Nora,

"wrote me and asked for information

concerning one Horatio Prim,

her fianc,

who was a tinker. "

Nora. Oh, Nora.

She did worry about me.

"He had disappeared from the

manor on the night of the fire,

a similar fate to my beloved

and innocent Melody. "

Oh, Tom. "I bethought

myself that this must be...

the selfsame tinker whose

letter of recommendation... "

A letter of recommendation.

"From George Washington...

I had taken forcibly from Nora

and hidden in a secret drawer. "

Uh, wait a minute.

Just a minute.

Then if the tinker had a letter from George

Washington, he couldn't have been a traitor.

You see? We're right!

See that?

Don't tell me we're gonna spend the rest of

the night trying to contact George Washington!

Don't you understand? They've been looking

for proof of their innocence. That letter.

Of course. That letter would

remove the curse from them.

Horatio, they know!

Isn't it wonderful?

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