All language subtitles for Little.Men.S02E08.480p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES

Jo:
WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT?

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
IS A WONDERFUL NOVEL.

I THOUGHT
YOU'D LOVE IT.

Nan:
IT WAS BORING,
AND ON AND ON.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

WELL... MRS. JO,
IT'S KIND OF SLOW
IN SOME PARTS.

YEAH, LIKE FROM
THE BEGINNING TO THE END.

ALL RIGHT THEN.
FOR YOUR NEXT
READING ASSIGNMENT,

I'LL LET YOU
CHOOSE THE BOOK.

Emil:
REALLY?

Dan:
ANY BOOK WE WANT?

Jo:
ANY BOOK YOU WANT.

Nan:
SOMETHING SHORT.

Jo:
NOT TOO SHORT.

Tommy: SOMETHING WITH
NOT TOO MANY WORDS TOO.

WELL, YOU KNOW, SEEIN' THAT
HALLOWEEN'S COMIN' UP,

WHY DON'T WE READ
A SCARY STORY?

Nan:
YEAH!

WELL, THAT'S
A GREAT IDEA, NAT.

HOW ABOUT WE READ
FRANKENSTEIN?

-WHAT'S FRANKENSTEIN?
-Nat: NAN, YOU'D LOVE IT.

THE STORY'S ABOUT
A SCIENTIST

WHO MAKES THIS MONSTER
OUT OF BODY PARTS.

THEN HE BRINGS
IT BACK TO LIFE,

AND IT GOES AROUND
KILLING PEOPLE.

Nan: THAT'S SOUNDS GREAT.
I WANNA READ FRANKENSTEIN.

ALL RIGHT, THEN.
WE'LL START FIRST THING...

[ Knocking at the door ]

YOU EXPECTIN' SOMEBODY?

NO.

[ ** ]

I'M LOOKING FOR
MRS. JO BHAER.

THAT'S ME.
I'M JO BHAER.

MY NAME IS ABEL JENNINGS.

IS THERE SOME PLACE
WE COULD TALK IN PRIVATE?

OF COURSE.

I HAVE TRAVELED
FROM BALTIMORE TO SEE YOU.

BALTIMORE.

THAT'S QUITE A TRIP.

IN TOWN, THEY SAID
YOU WERE MARRIED,

THAT YOU WERE NO LONGER
JOSEPHINE MARCH.

THAT'S RIGHT.
I MARRIED SEVERAL YEARS AGO.

AND YOUR HUSBAND?

MY HUSBAND DIED
LAST YEAR.

WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE
TO SEE ME?

I READ YOUR BOOK.
IT PIERCED MY HEART.

THANK YOU.

YOU TRAVELED ALL THIS WAY
JUST TO TELL ME THAT?

YES.

WELL, THAT'S VERY NICE.

I AM DYING, MRS. BHAER.

I'M SORRY.

CANCER.

MY DOCTORS CONCUR THAT I AM TO
LIVE ANOTHER YEAR AT MOST.

AND THAT...

IS WHY I HAVE
COME TO SEE YOU.

ME? WHY?

I'D LIKE TO COMMISSION YOU
TO WRITE THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

[ ** ]

[ ** ]

[ ** ]

[ ** ]

Jo:
HE SAID THAT HE'D
READ SEVERAL AUTHORS,

LOOKING FOR THE RIGHT
VOICE TO TELL HIS STORY.

Meg:
AND HE CHOSE YOU.
JO, HOW FLATTERING!

Jo:
YES. IT IS.

Amy:
WILL YOU HAVE THE TIME?

Jo:
I DON'T KNOW.

ASIA'S GONE TO PHILADELPHIA

FOR TWO WEEKS,
TO VISIT HER AUNT.

THAT WON'T MAKE
THINGS ANY EASIER.

AND I TOLD HIM ABOUT HOW
I'M TEACHING THE CHILDREN NOW.

BUT HE DIDN'T
SEEM TO MIND.

HE SAID HE'D WORK AT
WHATEVER PACE I WANTED.

Amy:
WELL, YOU CAN'T
WORK TOO SLOWLY.

DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY
THAT HE WAS DYING?

YES. HIS DOCTORS
SAY THAT

HE HAS ABOUT A YEAR
TO LIVE AT MOST.

AND HE WANTS TO DEVOTE
WHATEVER TIME

HE HAS LEFT TO THIS BOOK.

THIS IS HIS LAST GOAL
TO ACHIEVE.

POOR MAN.

WELL, WHAT DID YOU SAY?

I TOLD HIM THAT I WANTED A DAY
TO THINK ABOUT IT.

I MEAN, I DON'T EVEN
KNOW THE MAN.

HE'S VERY PECULIAR.

SOMBRE.

AND HE HAS
THIS HUGE SCAR

ACCROSS THE FRONT
OF HIS FACE.

Meg:
WELL, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD
MAKE SOME INQUIRIES.

I ALREADY DID.

FIRST THING THIS MORNING,
I SENT A TELEGRAM

TO THE POSTMASTER
IN BALTIMORE.

HE WIRED ME BACK.
AND APPARENTLY,

THERE IS A PROMINENT
BUSINESSMAN

NAMED ABEL JENNINGS
LIVING IN BALTIMORE.

Meg: WELL, THEN,
HE'S LEGITIMATE.

WHAT KIND OF BUSINESS?

I DON'T KNOW.
HE DIDN'T SAY.

Meg:
WELL, THAT CAN BE THE FIRST
QUESTION YOU ASK HIM

WHEN YOU BEGIN
WRITING HIS STORY.

Jo:
YOU REALLY THINK
I SHOULD DO THIS?

JO, THE MAN
LOVED YOUR BOOK.

BUT I'VE NEVER WRITTEN
ANYTHING LIKE THIS.

YOU DID SAY YOURSELF
IT WAS QUITE AN OFFER.

Jo:
IT IS.

IT'S JUST THAT...

WELL, IT'S BEEN SO LONG
SINCE I WROTE MY BOOK.

AND OTHER THAN MY JOURNALS,
I HAVEN'T WRITTEN
ANYTHING SINCE.

JO, YOU'RE
A WONDERFUL WRITER.

AND JUST BECAUSE
YOU HAVEN'T WRITTEN
ANYTHING IN A WHILE,

DOESN'T MEAN
YOU'VE LOST YOUR
CREATIVE TOUCH.

MEG'S RIGHT.

AND FROM THE WAY
THAT YOU'VE ALREADY
DESCRIBED THIS MAN,

HE SOUNDS LIKE QUITE
AN INTERESTING CHARACTER.

I WONDER HOW HE GOT
THAT SCAR ON HIS FACE.

YES, I WONDER
THAT TOO.

WHAT DO YOU
THINK OF THIS MASK?

YOU LOOK SCARIER
WITHOUT IT.

THAT TRUNK'S BEEN SITTING
IN OUR GARRET FOR YEARS NOW.

I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT FIND
SOMETHING INTERESTING IN IT.

THIS IS GREAT,
MR. LAURIE.

I THINK THIS IS ALL
WE NEED FOR HALLOWEEN.

WELL, CHOOSE CAREFULLY,
NAT.

YOU'RE GOING TO NEED
A VERY GRUESOME COSTUME
THIS YEAR.

WE ALL ARE.

WHY?

WELL, BECAUSE THIS
HALLOWEEN IS GOING
TO BE A BLUE MOON.

WHAT'S A BLUE MOON?

SECOND FULL MOON
OF THE MONTH.

DOESN'T HAPPEN
VERY OFTEN.

NO, IT DOESN'T.

AND WHEN IT OCCURS IN CONCORD
ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT...

WE ALL KNOW
WHAT THAT MEANS.

WE DO?

IT MEANS THE RETURN
OF THE LANTERN MAN.

WHO'S THE LANTERN MAN?

HE LIVED HERE
OVER 100 YEARS AGO,

BEFORE
THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR,

ON THESE VERY STREETS
IN CONCORD.

HE WAS HIDEOUS...

AND WICKED...

FRIGHTENED
ALL THE CHILDREN
AND PARENTS ALIKE.

SOUNDS LIKE THAT MAN
WHO CAME HERE LAST NIGHT.

Laurie:
NO ONE KNEW
ANYTHING ABOUT HIM,

NOT EVEN HIS NAME.

HIS SOLE POSSESSION
WAS THIS OLD LANTERN

HE CARRIED
EVERYWHERE WITH HIM.

THAT'S HOW HE BECAME KNOWN
AS THE LANTERN MAN.

BUT THEN ONE NIGHT,

HALLOWEEN NIGHT,

THE NIGHT
OF THE BLUE MOON,

THE LANTERN MAN
WAS FOUND DEAD

IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE STREET,

THE GLOWING LANTERN STILL
CLUTCHED IN HIS BONY HAND.

THE TOWN FOLKS TOOK HIS BODY
TO THE GRAVEYARD,

AND BURIED HIM IN A HARD-TO-FIND
GRAVE SIMPLY MARKED "UNKNOWN."

BUT UNFORTUNATELY
FOR THE GOOD PEOPLE OF CONCORD,

THIS WASN'T
THE END OF THE STORY.

IT WAS JUST
THE BEGINNING.

BECAUSE EVER SINCE THEN,

WHEN HALLOWEEN FALLS ON
THE NIGHT OF THE BLUE MOON,

THE LANTERN MAN
RISES OUT OF HIS GRAVE

TO SEEK REVENGE ON
THE TOWN THAT SHUNNED HIM.

AND THAT...

MY FRIENDS, IS WHY
YOU'RE GOING TO NEED

A VERY SCARY
COSTUME THIS YEAR;

TO FRIGHTEN AWAY
THE LANTERN MAN.

WHAT ARE
YOU DOING HERE?

OH, I WAS JUST DROPPING OFF
THE TRUNK FULL OF COSTUMES

I WAS TELLING
YOU ABOUT.

MRS. JO, YOU EVER HEAR
ABOUT THE LANTERN MAN?

THE LANTERN MAN.

NOW, WHO TOLD YOU
ABOUT THAT?

MR. LAURIE.

WELL, IS IT TRUE?
DID HE REALLY EXIST?

IT'S DOUBTFUL.
IT'S ONE OF THOSE OLD LEGENDS
THAT PEOPLE LOVE TO TELL.

OH, THEY ASKED.

WE HEARD ABOUT IT
WE WERE CHILDREN.

IN FACT, I WENT
TO THE CEMETERY
TO LOOK FOR HIS GRAVE.

REALLY?
DID YOU EVER FIND IT?

NO.

WELL, JUST BECAUSE
YOU DIDN'T FIND IT
DOESN'T MEAN HE DIDN'T EXIST.

HE'S GOT
A POINT THERE.

Nat: HEY LOOK!
HENRY DAVID THOREAU'S GRAVE.

HAWTHORNE.

THAT'S NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.

HE'S A FAMOUS WRITER TOO.

WAS.

WELL, THAT'S IT.

WE'VE CHECKED EVERY GRAVE
IN THE WHOLE CEMETERY.

I GUESS IF MRS. JO
COULDN'T FIND IT,
WE CAN'T EITHER.

Nan: WE CHECKED EVERY INCH
OF THAT CEMETERY.

Laurie:
INSIDE THE CEMETERY?

IS THAT
WHERE YOU LOOKED?

OH, NO,
NO, NO, NO.

THEY... THEY DID
NOT BURY HIM INSIDE
THE CEMETERY GROUNDS.

NO, HE WAS TOO
WICKED FOR THAT.

THEY BURIED HIM IN THE WOODS,
BEYOND THE CEMETERY.

THAT'S ANOTHER
REASON WHY THE, UH...

THE GHOST IS MAD.

LISTEN, I'LL LET YOU IN
ON A LITTLE SECRET.

I HAVEN'T TOLD ANYONE,
NOT EVEN JO.

'CAUSE I DIDN'T WANT
TO FRIGHTEN HER.

BUT I'VE SEEN THE GRAVE
WITH MY OWN EYES.

-YOU HAVE?
-YES.

IT'S OUT IN THE WOODS.
HARD TO SPOT.

BUT I'LL SHOW IT TO YOU
IF YOU'D LIKE.

-SURE. LET'S GO.
-NO!

WELL, I MEAN,
I-I CAN'T RIGHT NOW.

I HAVE AN URGENT MEETING
TO ATTEND TO, AND...

BUT AFTER WORK, I'LL TAKE YOU
OUT AND SHOW YOU. ALL RIGHT?

-ALL RIGHT.
-GREAT.
-SURE.

MRS. BHAER.

MR. JENNINGS.

BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT?

MY LATEST DESIGN.

OH, YOU MADE IT.

YOU MAKE KNIVES.

NOT JUST KNIVES.
ALL MANNER OF FINE CUTLERY.

EVEN...
SWORDS AND DAGGERS.

DAGGERS.

THAT'S VERY INTERESTING.

HAVE YOU COME TO TELL ME
YOUR DECISION?

OF COURSE.

I-I-I'VE DECIDED TO
ACCEPT YOUR OFFER.

I WOULD BE HONORED TO WRITE
YOUR LIFE STORY.

I'M VERY PLEASED.

WHEN WOULD
YOU LIKE TO BEGIN?

LATE EVENINGS WOULD BE
PREFERABLE FOR ME.

LATE EVENINGS.

I FIND I'M MOST AT EASE WHEN
THE REST OF THE WORLD SLEEPS.

I SEE.

TONIGHT, THEN?

TONIGHT.

VERY WELL.
I LOOK FORWARD TO IT.

Laurie:
RIGHT THIS WAY.

IT'S NOT MUCH FURTHER.

THERE IT IS.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

Tommy:
IS THIS HIS REAL GRAVE?

Laurie:
AH, THAT'S RIGHT.

THIS IS NO GRAVE.

W-WHAT?

THIS STONE'S BRAND NEW.

-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
-WELL, JUST LOOK.

THERE'S STILL PIECES
OF DUST AND STONE

FROM WHERE THE GUY
CARVED THE LETTERS.

HARDLY ANY DIRT ON IT.

HE WAS PROBABLY
IN A HURRY.

Laurie:
[ Chuckle ]

I MEAN, THIS...

THIS WAS A...

THAT WASN'T WORTH
THE PRICE I PAID FOR IT,
THAT'S FOR SURE.

I'M SORRY.
YOU CAUGHT ME.

I MEAN, I WAS JUST TRYING
TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN.

HEY, WHAT'S THAT?

[ ** ]

NOW, THAT'S
A GRAVE MARKER.

-YOU FOUND IT?
-Laurie: YES!

THERE IT WAS,
RIGHT THERE ON THE GROUND.

YEAH, BUT YOU HAD
TO LOOK CLOSELY,

'CAUSE THERE
WAS A LOT OF DIRT
AND STUFF COVERIN' IT.

Laurie:
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

IT'S TRUE, MRS. JO.
THERE REALLY WAS
A LANTERN MAN.

Laurie: ALL THIS TIME,
WE THOUGHT IT WAS
MAKE-BELIEVE.

BUT I MEAN... I MEAN NOW,
IT'S JUST...

WELL, IT'S AMAZING!

EXCUSE ME.
MAY I SPEAK WITH YOU A MOMENT?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

-WHAT?
-IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?

NO!

WELL, I MEAN,
AT FIRST IT WAS.

I MEAN... I HAD
A TOMBSTONE MADE.

A BAD ONE. AND I TOOK
THE KIDS OUT TO SEE IT.

BUT THEN NAT FOUND
THE REAL MARKER.

I'M TELLING YOU, JO.
THE GRAVE WAS THERE.
IT'S REAL.

I MEAN, I'M JUST AS SURPRISED
AS ANYONE.

JO, THIS MEANS
THE MAN ACTUALLY LIVED.

HE ACTUALLY LIVED.

NOT THAT HE RISES FROM
THE DEAD EVERY HALLOWEEN.

OH, NOT EVERY HALLOWEEN.
JUST ON THE BLUE MOON.

ALL RIGHT,
I HAVE TO GET GOING.

CAN I TRUST YOU
NOT TO SCARE THE CHILDREN

WITH ALL THIS TALK
OF GHOSTS?

ALL RIGHT.

THANK YOU.

[ Knock at the door ]

MR. JENNINGS?

[ Knock at the door ]

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I... I-I-I CAME HERE
TO WORK.

I CAN'T.
NOT TONIGHT.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

LEAVE ME ALONE.

Jo: THE POSTMASTER
SENT ME MORE INFORMATION
ON MR. JENNINGS.

HIS CUTLERY BUSINESS

IS ONE OF THE MOST
SUCCESSFUL IN THE COUNTRY.

APPARENTLY, HIS KNIVES
HAVE A REPUTATION

FOR BEING
SOME OF THE SHARPEST.

WELL, GOOD FOR HIM.

AND HE WAS MARRIED.

TRAGICALLY,
HIS WIFE DIED 11 YEARS AGO.

OFFICIALLY, THE CAUSE OF DEATH
WAS LISTED AS SUICIDE.

-SUICIDE?
-LISTEN TO THIS.

[ Reading ]
SHE TOOK HER OWN LIFE

WITH ONE OF HER
HUSBAND'S KNIVES,
STABBING HERSELF

THROUGH THE HEART.

HER HUSBAND FOUND HER
LYING ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR.

HOW AWFUL!

AT FIRST, THE POLICE
SUSPECTED MR. JENNINGS.

BUT THEY COULDN'T
FIND ANY EVIDENCE.

BUT APPARENTLY,
RUMORS OF HIS INVOLVEMENT

STILL EXIST TO THIS DAY.

-I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT.
-WHAT?

WELL, THINK ABOUT IT.

IF YOU'RE GOING
TO COMMIT SUICIDE,

DO YOU STAB YOURSELF
THROUGH THE HEART?

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

YOU JUMP OFF A CLIFF
OR SWALLOW SOME POISON.

AND HOW CONVENIENT
THAT HE HAPPENED TO BE
THE ONE TO FIND HER.

EXACTLY.

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO
WOULD ACTUALLY THINK

THAT THIS MAN MIGHT
MURDER HIS WIFE.

WELL...

ALL I CAN TELL YOU IS
THAT FROM THE MOMENT
I FIRST MET THIS MAN,

HE HAS MADE ME UNEASY.

THE WAY HE TALKS,
AND THE WAY HE DRESSES.

AND LAST NIGHT, I WENT TO
START THE BOOK WITH HIM;

HE WOULDN'T EVEN
SPEAK TO ME.

HE WAS RUDE AND ANGRY.

AND HE HAD BLOOD
ON HIS SHIRTSLEEVE.

BLOOD?

HE'S THE STRANGEST MAN.

IN FACT, I WOULDN'T BE
SURPRISED IF HE WERE HARBORING

SOME SORT OF
DEEP, DARK SECRET.

-JO...
-I KNOW, I KNOW.

I'M PROBABLY OVERREACTING.

I JUST DON'T
TRUST THE MAN.

JO...

THE WAY
HE STARES AT ME...

AND HE'S SO MOODY.
AND THAT SCAR ON HIS...

JO!

MR. JENNINGS!

MRS. BHAER.
LADIES.

I'VE COME TO APOLOGIZE
FOR MY BEHAVIOR LAST NIGHT.

MY CANCER IS BECOMING
DIFFICULT TO LIVE WITH,

AND I MUST OFTEN TAKE
MORPHINE TO EASE THE PAIN.

LAST NIGHT,
I ACCIDENTALLY
BROKE THE BOTTLE,

AND I COULDN'T FIND
A DOCTOR TO OBTAIN MORE.

A SHARD OF THE GLASS

CUT MY ARM DURING
THE ACCIDENT.

I AM SORRY IF THE SIGHT
OF BLOOD DISTRESSED YOU.

I SEE.

BUT NOW MY SUPPLY
OF MORPHINE HAS
BEEN REPLENISHED.

SO IF YOU'D LIKE TO BEGIN
WORK ON THE BOOK TONIGHT,

I'D BE MOST APPRECIATIVE.

WELL THEN,

I'LL SEE YOU
LATER TONIGHT.

FIRST QUESTION
FOR THE BOOK:

"DID YOU MURDER
YOUR WIFE?"

[ Growling ]

[ Growl/bark ]

MAX!

HEY!

IT'S A SCARECROW!

I'M... I'M GETTIN' TIRED
OF FINDIN' BODY PARTS
ALL OVER PLUMFIELD.

Nat:
HEY, NICK.

HEY.

YOU JUST GET
BACK FROM TOWN?

YEAH.

Nan:
PEOPLE ARE COMIN'
FROM ALL OVER

TO SEE
THE LANTERN MAN'S GRAVE.

IS THAT SO?

YEAH. THE WHOLE
TOWN'S TALKIN'
ABOUT IT.

YEAH, PEOPLE ARE GETTIN'
SCARED ABOUT HALLOWEEN NIGHT.

IN FACT, I HEARD
THIS ONE COUPLE SAY

THEY'RE LOCKIN' THEIR KIDS
IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT

TO KEEP THEM
FROM THE GHOST.

SOMEBODY'S EVEN
SELLIN' THIS UGLY THING

THAT'S SUPPOSED TO
KEEP THE GHOST AWAY.

YEAH, IT'S, UM,
IT'S CALLED A TALISMAN.

Nick: OH, SURE. PEOPLE
ALL OVER THE WORLD USE 'EM

TO KEEP EVIL SPIRITS
AWAY.

Nat:
WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU, NICK?
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

WELL...

I GUESS I'D HAVE
TO SAY YEAH.

I SEEN PLENTY OF THINGS
IN MY LIFE I CAN'T EXPLAIN.

THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME,

WE WERE STUCK
IN A DEAD-CALM,

MIDDLE OF
THE SOUTH ATLANTIC.

IT WAS 'ROUND MIDNIGHT.

I WAS ON WATCH.

FOG SO THICK
YOU COULDN'T SEE.

SUDDENLY... I SEE ONE
OF OUR CREW MEMBERS

SCALIN' UP THE SIDE
OF THE SHIP.

WELL, DID HE FALL
OVERBOARD?

NO. HE WAS DUMPED OVERBOARD
EARLIER IN THE DAY,

WHEN WE BURIED
HIM AT SEA.

SEE, NOW, HE'D DIED
THE NIGHT BEFORE.

I COULDN'T
BELIEVE MY EYES.

I HURRIED OVER
THERE TO HELP HIM,

BUT WHEN I GOT THERE,
HE WAS GONE.

NOT A TRACE
OF HIM ANYWHERE.

JUST THE FOG.

MAY I SPEAK
TO YOU A MOMENT?

Nick:
SURE. WHAT IS IT?

I DON'T THINK IT'S WISE
TO FILL THE CHILDREN'S
HEADS WITH GHOST STORIES.

I MEAN, IT'S BAD ENOUGH WHEN
LAURIE DOES IT. NOW YOU?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?

IT IS HALLOWEEN.

YOU DON'T REALLY
BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

PLEASE TELL ME THAT
THAT STORY YOU JUST TOLD
DIDN'T REALLY HAPPEN.

ACTUALLY, IT DID.

ALTHOUGH IT WAS
A LONG NIGHT,

AND THE BOYS HAD
BEEN PASSIN' AROUND
THE RUM EARLIER.

-NICK!
-LOOK, JO.

IT'S ALL
IN GOOD FUN.

ALL IN GOOD FUN.

EVERYBODY LIKES
A GOOD GHOST STORY,

ESPECIALLY
AT HALLOWEEN.

[ Sigh ]

I ENVY YOUR TALENT.
AND YOUR COURAGE.

IN YOUR BOOK, YOU WROTE OF
MOMENTS BOTH JOYOUS AND PAINFUL.

YOU BARED YOUR SOUL
TO THE WORLD.

IT WAS DIFFICULT.

BUT IN THE END,
VERY REWARDING.

AS YOUR STORY
WILL BE.

UNFORTUNATELY, THE MOMENTS
OF JOY HAVE BEEN FAR
TOO INFREQUENT,

AND THE MOMENTS
OF PAIN...

TOO DEEP TO SPEAK OF.

WELL, WE CAN GO
VERY SLOWLY.

AND YOU CAN TELL ME
WHATEVER YOU WANT.
I'LL LISTEN.

RIGHT?

WELL, MY FIRST
QUESTION...

-WERE YOU BORN IN BALTIMORE?
-NO.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

A SMALL TOWN IN CONNECTICUT,
WILLOUGHBY.

I SEE.

IN MANY WAYS
LIKE THIS TOWN.

WERE YOU BORN HERE?

YES, I WAS.

WHY DID YOU CHOOSE
TO REMAIN?

WELL, I WENT TO NEW YORK
FOR A WHILE.

BUT WHEN I INHERITED PLUMFIELD,
MY HUSBAND AND I DECIDED
TO OPEN A SCHOOL.

WE SHOULD PROBABLY BEGIN
WITH YOUR CHILDHOOD.

TELL ME ABOUT
YOUR PARENTS.

ANY BROTHERS? SISTERS?

HOW DID YOUR HUSBAND DIE?

IT WAS HIS HEART.

IT MUST HAVE BEEN
DEVASTATING.

YES, I WAS.

AS YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
WHEN YOUR WIFE DIED.

HOW DID YOU KNOW
ABOUT MY WIFE?

-I MADE SOME INQUIRIES.
-OF WHOM?

MR. JENNINGS,
I WAS BOUND TO FIND OUT.

AFTER ALL, I AM
WRITING YOUR LIFE STORY.

YES, MY LIFE STORY.

FROM ME, NOT FROM
THE LIES OF OTHERS.

SORRY, I JUST WANTED
TO KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU.

AND YOU WILL.

BUT YOU WILL NOT TALK
TO OTHERS, ONLY ME.

UNDERSTOOD?

YES.

THIS KNIFE...

WAS MADE BY MY FATHER.

HE WAS A MASTER
CRAFTSMAN.

TAUGHT ME EVERYTHING
ABOUT BLADE PROFILES,

THE FINEST GRINDS,
THE POINTS...

AND THE PROPER ANGLES...

FOR THE SHARPEST EDGES.

HE MADE ME
WHAT I AM TODAY.

[ Quivering breath ]

[ Chirping of crickets ]

[ Whistling of wind ]

[ Squeaking of lantern ]

[ Crashing of thunder ]

NO!

NAT?

WHAT'S WRONG?

YOU ALL RIGHT?

Y-YEAH.

-WHAT HAPPENED?
-Dan: NAT HAD A BAD DREAM.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YEAH. I THINK
I'LL BE FINE, MRS. JO.

WHAT WAS IT ABOUT?

[ Sigh ]
I-I SAW HIM.

HE WAS COMIN'
OUT OF THE WOODS.

WHO WAS?

Tommy:
THE LANTERN MAN?

Nat:
YEAH.

MRS. JO,
IT WAS SO REAL.

I KNOW.

YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.

ALL IN GOOD FUN.

[ Rumbling of thunder ]

-SO WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE?
-Nat: I DON'T KNOW.

-I DIDN'T SEE HIS FACE.
-I BET HE'S REALLY UGLY.

ALL RIGHT, NOW, THAT'S ENOUGH
TALK ABOUT THE LANTERN MAN.

YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE
TO GET BACK TO SLEEP.

HERE'S YOUR MILK,
SWEETHEART.

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
ABOUT HALLOWEEN?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

WHAT IF HE COMES HERE
TO PLUMFIELD?

[ Sigh ] TOMMY, THERE IS NO
SUCH THING AS THE LANTERN MAN.

BUT WE FOUND HIS GRAVE,
MRS. JO.

Nick:
NO, YOU DIDN'T.

I PUT THAT
STONE THERE.

I WAS AROUND
THE CORNER

WHEN YOU WERE TALKIN'
TO LAURIE ABOUT GOIN'
OUT TO SEE THE GRAVE.

I KNEW LAURIE HAD PUT
A FAKE TOMBSTONE OUT THERE,

SO I THOUGHT
I'D ONE-UP HIM.

SO THERE WASN'T
ANY LANTERN MAN'S GRAVE?

AFRAID NOT.

THEN WHOSE GRAVE
WAS IT?

IT WAS A FAKE GRAVE,
TOMMY.

HAVEN'T YOU
BEEN LISTENING?

Jo:
WELL, THERE YOU ARE.

THERE IS NO
LANTERN MAN.

IT'S JUST A STORY,
LIKE THE BOOKS WE READ IN CLASS.

NOW LET'S ALL STOP WORRYING
AND JUST ENJOY THIS HALLOWEEN.

ALL RIGHT?

Dan: [ Reading ]
"IT WAS ON A DREARY
NIGHT OF NOVEMBER,

THAT I BEHELD
THE ACCOMPLISHMENT
OF MY TOLLS.

WITH AN ANXIETY
THAT ALMOST AMOUNTED
TO AGONY,

I COLLECTED THE INSTRUMENTS
OF LIFE AROUND ME,

THAT I MIGHT INFUSE
A SPARK OF BEING

INTO THE LIFELESS
THING THAT LAY
AT MY FEET."

VERY GOOD.
VERY GOOD, DAN.

EMIL, I BELIEVE
YOU'RE NEXT.

Emil: [ Reading ]
"IT WAS ALREADY
1:00 IN THE MORNING.

THE RAIN PATTERED
DISMALLY

AGAINST THE PANES,

AND MY CANDLE WAS
NEARLY BURNT OUT,

WHEN, BY THE GLIMMER
OF THE HALF-EXTINGUISHED LIGHT,

I SAW THE DULL YELLOW EYE
OF THE CREATURE OPEN ..."

[ Whispering ]
WE GOTTA GO BACK
TO THAT GRAVEYARD.

WHAT?

WELL,
IT'S ALMOST HALLOWEEN.

WE HAVE TO FIND
THAT GRAVESTONE.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT, NAN?
NICK SAID HE...

I KNOW NICK AND LAURIE
PUT A FAKE TOMBSTONE
OUT THERE,

BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN
THERE'S NOT A REAL ONE.

I WANNA COME TOO.

LOOK, NAT, A 100-YEAR-OLD
GRAVESTONE IS GONNA BE
HARD TO FIND.

'SPECIALLY ONE
THAT'S NOT TENDED TO.

BUT IF YOU ASK ME,
THE LANTERN MAN IS REAL.

NO ONE CAN MAKE UP
A STORY LIKE THAT.

"I BEHELD THE WRETCH,

THE MISERABLE MONSTER
WHOM I HAD CREATED.

HE HELD UP THE CURTAIN
OF THE BED,

AND HIS EYES, IF EYES
THEY MAY BE CALLED,
WERE FIXED ON ME."

[ Snort ]
I SAY, LET HER SLEEP.

WE HAD BEEN FRIENDS
SINCE CHILDHOOD,

BUT AS BUSINESS
PARTNERS,

WE WERE
A HOPELESS MATCH.

MRS. BHAER.

WHAT? OH, SORRY.

[ Clearing of throat ]

IT MUST BE
DIFFICULT FOR YOU,

TEACHING ALL DAY,
AND THEN WORKING
WITH ME AT NIGHT.

[ Sigh ]
I'M FINE.

I'M JUST A LITTLE TIRED.
HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW,

AND THE CHILDREN HAVE BEEN
IMMERSING THEMSELVES
IN GHOST STORIES.

NOW THEY'RE
HAVING NIGHTMARES.

THERE IS NO GREATER POWER
THAN AN IMAGINATION UNLEASHED.

ISN'T THAT THE TRUTH.

ANYWAY,
EVERYTHING'S FINE.

I'M ALL RIGHT,
REALLY.

SO YOUR PARTNERSHIP
DIDN'T WORK OUT?

UNFORTUNATELY, NO.
HE...

INSISTED ON CHALLENGING
MY AUTHORITY.

HE EVEN TRIED TO STEAL
THE BUSINESS OUT FROM UNDER ME.

-WHAT DID YOU DO?
-NOTHING.

THE SITUATION
RESOLVED ITSELF

WHEN, SADLY,
HE DIED A MONTH LATER.

HE DIED? HOW?

THE DETAILS ARE
TOO GRUESOME TO RELATE.

SUFFICE IT TO SAY
HE DIED BY HIS OWN HAND.

SUICIDE?

YES.

VERY TRAGIC.

Tommy:
HEY, LOOK.

GLASS FROM A LANTERN.

YEAH, THIS COULD'VE COME
FROM ANYTHIN', TOMMY.

YEAH, LIKE
FROM A LANTERN.

THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

WE LOOKED ALL DAY YESTERDAY
AND AGAIN TODAY,

AND WE'RE NOT
GONNA FIND IT.

BESIDES,
IT'S GETTIN' LATE OUT.

YEAH, AND IT'S CLOSE
TO THAT BLUE MOON RISIN'.

LET'S JUST SAY
THAT THERE REALLY
IS A LANTERN MAN.

AND HE'S GONNA COME
OUT OF HIS GRAVE

IN A COUPLE HOURS
TO TERRORIZE THE TOWN.

-HERE.
-ALL RIGHT.

SO THERE'S NOTHIN'
WE CAN DO ABOUT IT, RIGHT?

SO WHY BOTHER
TO KEEP LOOKIN'?

THAT'S RIGHT.
BETTER GET HOME,

AND START BOARDIN' UP
THE WINDOWS AND DOORS.

LOT OF GOOD
THAT'S GONNA DO
AGAINST A GHOST.

MAYBE WE CAN GET
ONE OF THOSE TALIS-THINGS.

THE GUY SOLD THEM ALL
THIS MORNING.

THERE'S GOTTA
BE SOME WAY

TO PROTECT US
AGAINST THE GHOST.

AN ANGRY GHOST
AT THAT.

SIMPLE. WE TELL HIM
WE'RE SORRY.

WHAT?

LOOK, IT'S JUST LIKE
IN FRANKENSTEIN.

THE CREATURE WASN'T
REALLY A MONSTER,

BUT HE JUST WANTED
THE TOWNSPEOPLE TO LIKE HIM.

BUT BECAUSE HE WAS SO UGLY,
THEY TURNED THEIR BACKS ON HIM,

AND THAT'S WHAT
MADE HIM MAD.

IT'S THE EXACT SAME THING
OUR TOWN DID TO THE LANTERN MAN.

SO ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS SHOW HIM
THAT WE'RE SORRY, AND THAT
WE WANT TO BE HIS FRIEND.

HOW?

GIVE HIM A PRESENT.

YEAH.

SURE.

HEY, RACE YOU GUYS.

-HEY, GET BACK HERE.
-I ALWAYS WIN.

[ Whining of dog ]

MAX.

MAX!

GIT!

Laurie:
THE CEMETERY? TONIGHT?

Nan:
YEAH, THE BOYS
ARE ALREADY UPSTAIRS,

GETTIN' EVERYTHING
TOGETHER.

[ Sigh ]
WELL, YOU CAN LEAVE ME
OUT OF THIS.

-ANYWAY, I'M GOING TO
MY PARENTS' PARTY TONIGHT.
-FINE.

HEY, NICK, WILL YOU
TAKE US TO THE CEMETERY TONIGHT?

SURE.

UH, WHY?

OH, WELL, THE KIDS WANT TO
GIVE LANTERN MAN SOME PRESENTS.

YEAH, KINDA LIKE
AN OFFERIN' TO SHOW HIM

THAT THE TOWN'S SORRY
FOR TREATIN' HIM SO BAD.

WELL, I THINK
THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.

WHAT IS?

NICK'S TAKIN' US TO
THE CEMETERY TONIGHT.

YEAH, WELL,
I BETTER GET GOIN'.

GOT A LOTTA WORK TO DO
'FORE NIGHTFALL.

I'LL GATHER MY THINGS
SO WE CAN GET GOING.

ALL RIGHT, SWEETHEART.

YOU'RE TAKING THEM
TO THE CEMETERY?

THE KIDS WANNA GIVE
LANTERN MAN SOME PRESENTS

TO SHOW HIM THE TOWN'S SORRY
FOR WHAT HAPPENED.

NICK, THAT STORY
ISN'T TRUE.

WELL, WHETHER
IT IS OR IT ISN'T,

IT'S STILL A NICE THING TO DO,
DON'T YOU THINK?

TAKING THEM TO
THE CEMETERY AT NIGHT?

WHAT ARE YOU
SMILING ABOUT?

WHAT?

THAT LOOK.

WHAT LOOK?

THAT "I'M UP TO
SOMETHING" LOOK.

YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT GOING
TO THE CEMETERY TONIGHT,
AREN'T YOU?

YOU'RE GOING TO DRESS UP
LIKE THE LANTERN MAN,

AND GO AND SCARE
THE CHILDREN, AREN'T YOU?

NOW I WAS NOT
THINKING THAT.

YOU KNOW, I CAN'T
BELIEVE YOU TWO.

FIRST THE TOMBSTONES,
AND NOW THIS.

WELL, THESE LITTLE GAMES
ARE GOING TO STOP.

THE LANTERN MAN IS NOT REAL.
HE DOESN'T EXIST.

I WOULD APPRECIATE YOUR HELP
IN GETTING THAT THROUGH
TO THE CHILDREN.

ALL RIGHT.

I'LL GO HELP BESS
WITH HER THINGS.

[ Whinnying of horse ]

Jo:
MR. JENNINGS.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING
OUT HERE?

YOUR TRIPS TO TOWN
HAVE OVERTIRED YOU.

I THOUGHT PERHAPS
WE COULD WORK HERE TONIGHT,

IF THAT'S
AGREEABLE TO YOU.

THAT WOULD BE WONDERFUL.
THANK YOU.

MR. JENNINGS, I'D LIKE
FOR YOU TO MEET NICK RILEY,
OUR CARETAKER.

HOWDY.

A PLEASURE.

I REALIZE THAT IT WAS
UNKIND OF ME TO EXPECT YOU

TO TRAVEL INTO TOWN
EVERY NIGHT TO WORK

OH, I'M ALL RIGHT.

PERHAPS IF YOU HAD A ROOM
TO RENT, I COULD STAY HERE.

THEN WE COULD WORK
TOGETHER AT YOUR CONVENIENCE.

WELL, THE GUEST
ROOM'S EMPTY.

I WOULD BE HAPPY TO PAY.

I WOULDN'T
HEAR OF IT.

I'LL SEND FOR
THE REST OF MY THINGS.

[ Rumbling of thunder ]

Jo:
LOOKS LIKE A STORM'S COMING.

-DON'T BE LONG.
-Nat: WE WON'T.

Nan: YEAH, NOT UNLESS
THE LANTERN MAN GETS US.

Nick:
MIGHT WANNA CHECK
THE WINDOWS,

MAKE SURE THEY'RE
SHUT TIGHT.

JUST LEAVE THE PRESENTS
FOR THE LANTERN MAN

AND COME RIGHT
BACK HOME.

NO TRICKS OUT THERE.

YOU GOT IT.

YOU GONNA BE ALL RIGHT
ALONE WITH THAT MAN?

OF COURSE.

SHOULD BE ABLE TO GET
A LOT OF WORK DONE.

ALL RIGHT.
WELL...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

[ Chuckle ]
HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

[ Mixed chatter/laughter ]

YOU ALL READY?

Kids:
YEAH. READY.

Nick:
ALL RIGHT. LET'S GO.

[ ** ]

[ Crashing of thunder ]

MR. JENNINGS?

MR. JENNINGS?

[ Rumbling of thunder ]

[ ** ]

[ ** ]

SO WHERE DO YOU WANNA
DO THIS?

IN THE WOODS.

[ Creaking of hinges ]

MR. JENNINGS?

MORPHINE?

[ Rumbling of thunder/
whistling of wind ]

Nat: WE'RE HERE ON BEHALF
OF THE TOWN TO APOLOGIZE

FOR BEING SO RUDE
TO YOU.

SO WE BROUGHT YOU
SOME GIFTS.

HERE'S SOME FOOD,

BECAUSE WHEN YOU WERE HUNGRY,
NO ONE FED EVER YOU.

CIDER, 'CAUSE WHEN
YOU WERE THIRSTY,

NO ONE EVER GAVE YOU
SOMETHIN' TO DRINK.

AND A BLANKET,
'CAUSE WHEN YOU WERE COLD,

NOBODY GAVE YOU
ANY WARMTH.

NOW WE KNOW THAT 100 YEARS
IS A LONG TIME TO WAIT,

SO WE HOPE THAT
WHEREVER YOU ARE,
YOU'LL ACCEPT THESE GIFTS,

AND YOU'LL
BE OUR FRIEND.

[ Whistling of wind ]

LOOKS TO ME
LIKE HE HEARD YOU.

[ ** ]

[ ** ]

[ Reading ] ...AND IF YOU INSIST
ON CHALLENGING ME IN
SUCH A MANNER,

I SHALL DO TO YOU WHAT
I HAVE DONE TO OTHERS,

AND THAT IS MURDER
WITHOUT REMORSE.

[ Gasp ]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

[ Whimpering ]

WHY ARE YOU READING
MY PAPERS?

YOUR VALISE WAS OPEN.

THOSE ARE PRIVATE.

I'M SORRY,
I DIDN'T MEAN TO PRY.

[ Crashing of thunder ]

[ Panting in fear ]

[ Screaming ]

[ ** ]

[ Gasping ]

MRS. BHAER!

-MRS. BHAER.
-GET OUT!

WHAT?

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

MRS. BHAER.

I SAID, "GET OUT"!

-[ Shattering of glass ]
-NOW!

[ Crashing of thunder ]

[ Gasps of relief ]

Nick:
OH, MAX, YOU DID IT AGAIN.

Kids:
[ Laughing ]

HEY, JO.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

WHERE'S MR. JENNINGS?

OH, HE, UH...

HE HAD TO LEAVE.

HOW'D THIS GET HERE?

Nick:
WHY DON'T YOU ALL

GO ON UPSTAIRS,
GET READY FOR BED.

COME ON. LET'S GO.

NAT.

HOW'D IT GO OUT THERE?

OH, GREAT.
I THINK HE LIKED THE GIFTS.

I'M GLAD.

YOU KNOW,
THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT,

THE MORE I BELIEVE THAT
THERE REALLY WAS
A LANTERN MAN.

EXCEPT I DON'T BELIEVE
HE WAS WICKED OR CRUEL.

HE WAS PROBABLY
JUST A LONELY OLD MAN,

LOOKIN' FOR A FRIEND.

GOOD NIGHT, MRS. JO.

GOOD NIGHT.

[ Sigh ]

IT'S A STORY.

HE WROTE A STORY,

A MURDER MYSTERY.

THAT'S WHY
HE ENVIED MY WRITING.

HE PROBABLY HAD DREAMS
OF BEING A WRITER HIMSELF.

IS IT ANY GOOD?

YES, ACTUALLY.
IT'S VERY GOOD.

YOU'RE NEXT.

GOOD TITLE,
DON'T YOU THINK?

THERE ARE OTHER PAPERS
HERE TOO,

LETTERS THAT
HE WROTE TO HIS WIFE

TELLING HER
HOW MUCH HE LOVED HER.

AND HE KEPT THEM
ALL THESE YEARS.

AND I DROVE HIM AWAY,
HORRIFIED BY HIM.

UH, THIS WHAT YOU USED
TO SCARE HIM OFF?

NO. HE WAS THE ONE
WHO HAD THAT.

HE TOOK IT FROM THE KITCHEN,
ALTHOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHY.

AW, PROBABLY KNEW
IT WAS WORTH SOMETHIN'.

WELL, HE'S
A KNIFE MAKER, RIGHT?

THIS IS A CALDER KNIFE,
AN ANTIQUE.

I ALWAYS WONDERED WHY
YOU USED IT TO CHOP POTATOES,

WHEN IT SHOULD'VE
BEEN UNDER GLASS IN
A DISPLAY CASE SOMEWHERE.

LISTEN,

IT'S NOT TOO LATE
TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT.

HOW?

WELL, YOU COULD BRING HIM
A GIFT.

[ Sigh ]

[ Chirping of crickets ]

Jo:
MR. JENNINGS!

YOU'RE LEAVING?

CLEARLY I HAVE
OVER-STAYED MY WELCOME.

YOU LEFT THIS
AT MY HOUSE.

I WAS GOING
TO SEND FOR IT.

THIS IS YOURS.

I'D LIKE YOU
TO HAVE IT.

IT'S A CALDER KNIFE,
IS THAT RIGHT?

YES, I WAS ADMIRING IT.

I THOUGHT PERHAPS I COULD
PERSUADE YOU TO SELL IT TO ME.

CONSIDER IT A GIFT.

I'M SO SORRY FOR
THE WAY I TREATED YOU.

I SUPPOSE I LET MY IMAGINATION
RUN AWAY WITH ME,

WITH ALL THE KNIVES,
AND LATE NIGHTS.

AND THE SCAR.

YOU HAVE QUITE
AN IMAGINATION,
MRS. BHAER.

AS DO YOU.

I READ YOUR STORY.
IT'S VERY GOOD.

I AM NOT
THE WRITER YOU ARE.

I DON'T KNOW
ABOUT THAT.

YOUR STORY GAVE ME
QUITE A SCARE.

I DON'T WANT YOU
TO LEAVE.

I'D LIKE TO CONTINUE
WORKING ON YOUR BOOK,

IF THAT'S
ALL RIGHT WITH YOU.

PERHAPS WE COULD
WRITE IT TOGETHER.

IN FACT, WE COULD
START RIGHT NOW.

I KNOW HOW YOU LIKE
WORKING AT NIGHT.

THANK YOU.

[ ** ]

Jo: [ Reading ]
"I AM THY CREATURE,

AND I WILL BE EVEN
MILD AND DOCILE

TO MY NATURAL
LORD AND KING,

IF THOU WILT ALSO
PERFORM THY PART.

OH, FRANKENSTEIN,
BE NOT EQUITABLE
TO EVERY OTHER,

AND TRAMPLE UPON ME ALONE,
TO WHOM THY JUSTICE

AND EVEN THY CLEMENCY
AND AFFECTION IS MOST DUE.

EVERYWHERE I SEE BLISS,

FROM WHICH I ALONE AM
IRREVOCABLY EXCLUDED.

I WAS BENEVOLENT
AND GOOD.

MISERY MADE ME A FIEND.

MAKE ME HAPPY,

AND I SHALL AGAIN
BE VIRTUOUS."