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(PANTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

I'm here!

(PANTING)

OLD MAN: Stop!

Get out of my way!

(WOMEN SCREAM)

(SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Donga, come here.

(BARKING)

MAN 1: He's got a gun!

MAN 2: Get that dog!

Get that dog!

Come here, come here,
come here. You bastard!

Come here, you bloody dog,
come here!

(BARKING)

Come here!

I'll have you!

IAN: More. More, more, more.
Come on, Randi, get it together.

Nohochacyum.

Nohochacyum, also known
as Nohochacyumchac.

God of creation
in the religion

of the Yucatan Mayas
of Central America.

Give me a hard one.
Oh, come on.

We've been doing this for three
hours. My tongue is in knots.

I have got to be ready
for Professor Mason.

All right.

Vechernyaya Zvezda.

Vechernyaya Zvezda.

Zvezda.

Vechernyaya Zvezda.
Zvezda. Zvezda.

I'm sitting here
if you hadn't noticed.

How could
we not notice?

You've hardly moved your
bum for the last 30 years.

But it's okay, we're not going to
dust the table for a few more minutes.

We must have everything
nice for Professor Mason.

Well,

I'm off on
my camping trip.

PARROT: Scram!

Professor Mason this,
Professor Mason that.

You talk about him like
he's a member of parliament.

Or a chat-show host.

Off to the great outdoors, huh?

Wild untamed
country.

Savage land.

Scram.

Dad, John mason is the world's
leading authority in my field.

He may be the most brilliant man alive.

And he's single.

Until now, the most famous
person we've had at the B&B

was the actor that played
Dinky the Duck on TV.

And he was married.

Didn't stop you waddling
after him everywhere he went.

Until my first class with
Professor Mason, I was studying law.

But from the moment he opened his
mouth, I knew mythology was my life.

Oh, yes, there's something
to thank him for.

Be facing untold dangers.

Who knows?
Maybe I won't even come back.

At least, not alive.

Scram!

Vechernyaya Zvezda.

In Slavonic mythology, the
spirit of the evening star

guarded a dog which was tied to
the constellation of the Great Bear.

You don't have to cram. You're
not taking Professor Mason's class.

And I'm not teaching it,
either. But I could be.

An associate professor's job has become
available in his department at Oxford.

Oxford?

You don't think Professor
Mason has come all this way

just to deliver
a lecture, do you?

So, if he likes you... He will.

Imagine it!
Oxford, it's a dream.

I'll be teaching at the
best university in the world.

Of course, I'll take you with me. Come
on, we've got to get this together.

Right. Um...

Manuchehr.
Manuchehr, Manuchehr.

Manuchehr,
son of Fereydun.

Goodbye, lan.
Goodbye, Randi.

Perhaps forever.

Oh, by the way,

everybody knows that Manuchehr
is Fereydun's father, not his son.

I'd bone up
if I were you.

Goodbye, dear.
Have a nice time.

Back to work.

You can't escape! I'll
kill you, do you hear me?

I'll kill you! Come...

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

Doggie, doggie, doggie!

Doggie, doggie!

Doggie.

Hmm.

(WHINING)

(BELL TOLLING)

IAN: I knew we should have
been more prepared, Randi.

Would you relax? You have
nothing to worry about.

Are you so sure?

Professor Mason challenged me every
day of the six years I studied with him.

If I wasn't up
to the challenge...

Sounds like
a fun guy.

He made my life hell. But he taught
me everything I know about mythology.

Mmm-hmm.

Until I was
bitten by a werewolf,

and then I taught you everything
that he taught you is wrong.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I wouldn't mention that
part to Professor Mason.

IAN: Professor Mason.

Hello there.

Hi, I'm Randi Wallace,
and you must be...

Vainamoinen.
Vainamoinen.

Vainamoinen.
Vainamoinen.

Vainamoinen, chief hero of the
Finno-Ugric rune cycle called the Kalevala,

who detailed the epic struggle
between the Pohja and...

Glad to see you haven't
lost your touch, lan.

Thanks, sir.
I owe it all to you.

Glad to see you've found
some more worldly pursuits.

It's not what you think.
She's my student.

Oh, I see.

I mean, she's just
my student. Nothing more.

Not even a very good student. In
here all the time for tutoring.

God knows how
she'll ever pass.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Don't you worry about
your grades, my dear.

What you have is far more appealing than
anything in the Finno-Ugric rune cycles.

Thank you, Professor. So,
what brings you to town?

I told you the professor's
here to deliver this year's

Douglas Frazier Memorial
lecture on mythology.

Which is a fancy way of saying
I get a free trip to London

in exchange for regurgitating
one of my stock speeches.

This one is called
"The Mythology of the Real."

Ah, yes. " The light
of the modern world

"illuminates those places in which
vampires and werewolves seem possible."

I read your book.

Ah-ha.

Seems like
an A student to me.

Crib notes.

But don't you think that there's
truth to some of those myths?

I mean, how can you
possibly say that...

IAN: The professor is tired
from his long trip, Randi.

He doesn't want a
harangue on your pet topic.

Professor, let me
take you back to the B&B.

Only if Ms. Wallace
accompanies us.

I'd be delighted, Professor.
And you can call me Randi.

John.

(CHUCKLING)

(MOUTHING) The werewolf
is simply a metaphor

(MOUTHING) For the darker
side of human nature.

That's all.

(IMITATING RANDl) " I've read your
book, Professor. You can call me Randi."

And lan.
Yes, sir?

Parikshit.

Parikshit. Right.

I know it well.

(LAUGHS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CANS CRASHING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(BARKING)

(DOG BARKING)

Mmm?

Mmm.

Oh.

(GASPS)

Have you seen my...

(EXCLAIMS)

Have you seen
my red shawl?

I think you dropped
a stitch there.

You scared me.

I'd asked you whether
you'd seen it,

not whether you'd stolen it.

Well have you?

It's a little quaint,
but I hope you'll like it.

Think of it as the Matheson
Oasis Paradise Resort.

I'm sure I shall feel
right at home.

You can make it your home
for as long as you like,

as far as I'm concerned. Aunt Elsa.

(LAUGHS) She's such a kidder.

MRS. MATHESON:
Make my day, studly.

IAN: This isn't happening.

Mum?

Tell me
we're married.

Wow! When your family lays out the
welcome mat, they really lay it out.

Sisters. They just
love to jest.

Mum!

He's not my husband? Of course not.

I can't win.

Step right this way.

IAN: Please excuse my mother. She's
been so looking forward to your visit.

It's just four steps down. Right.

Professor Mason,
this is my father.

(SNORING)

Strong, stable,
rational. Right, Dad?

What's wrong with
being a lawyer?

I beg your pardon.

Do you know how much
more a lawyer makes

than a mythology
professor?

Yes, fascinating. We'll
discuss it later. Much later.

If you're not
my husband who is?

Well, I assume... Oh, my lord.

I should have stayed in
the dog. He only had fleas.

I say, have I introduced
you to our parrot?

Very down-to-earth.

What a delightful family.

(SQUAWKING)

I can see I'm going to
have a marvelous time here.

(LATINO DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, it's been 100 years
since I had a kiss like that.

At least.

Please, we're trying
to have a discussion.

According to the...

Mahabharata...
Who's next?

For seconds.
Anyone for seconds?

No, I'm full.

No kidding, you've drunk
the entire drinks cabinet.

It was on one such hunting
expedition that Parikshit

offended a hermit who was
observing a sacred vow of silence.

(GASPS)

Are you complaining?

No.

I didn't think so.

Why don't you go upstairs and get ready?

Oh!

MRS. MATHESON:
We got a long night.

So he was cursed by
Takshaka, the snake king.

I suddenly feel
very tired.

(FAKING A YAWN)

I think I'll go
to bed.

That's the way
to treat a man.

Pity she didn't learn
how to do it 30 years ago.

You take all of this spook stuff
pretty seriously, don't you?

Who sent him some strange
fruit which hid horrible insects

which had terrible
glittering eyes.

Did I say Parikshit?
IAN: Yes.

I meant Parjanya.

Parjanya.
Oh, yes, Parjanya.

What the hell is Parjanya?

Parjanya,
Parjanya...

You know, dear lady, studying
mythology is like studying literature.

MASON: It's all fiction.

The difference

is mythology
is a lot more fun.

Fun? What's such
damn fun about it?

(LAUGHS)

I'm tired. Are you tired? I
think we're all tired. Bedtime.

What if you
were a ghost?

What if you were pursued by an evil
spirit that wanted to kill your soul?

And what if there was no way to
escape? Would it be such damn fun then?

Goodbye Oxford.

Oh, I get it now.

You do?

Good man.
I am?

You caught me unaware,
and had your mother

confront me with
my own mythological puzzle.

What a wonderful way
to hoist me by my own petard.

Yes. What
a delightful way.

Very clever, lan.
Do you know the answer?

A way for the ghost to escape?

I will, lovely lady,
I will.

But I can't let my student
best me after all these years.

But now I must get some sleep before
I unravel this mystery tomorrow.

I'll walk you
to your room.

Thank you, dear lady.

Thank you all for
a most entertaining evening.

Mmm.

What's got into you?

A little spirit.

And about time, too.

You wanted to visit your cousin
Gertrude in Wembley for some time.

Well, you can jolly well go. The
two of you, tomorrow. My treat.

Before you cost me
my future.

Nice butt on that boy.

Mmm?

(SNORING)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

Lan!

(GASPS)

Lan, wake up! Wake up,
I've got to talk to you.

(PANTS)

I think you've said
enough for one night.

Shouldn't you be
catching a train?

I'm not your mother.

That is no big secret.

It isn't?

It was obvious to everyone that
you were not yourself tonight.

Damn right.

I'm a ghost.
I'm Sarah Bloom.

And I'm Sean Connery.

And Randi Wallace
is a werewolf!

Yes, that pretty young thing
is a bloodthirsty raging beast.

Would your sweet
little mother know that?

Would she? Would she?

IAN: Let my mother go.

I'd love to.
Believe me, honey.

Do you think I'd look
like this if I had a choice?

Go ahead.
You won't hurt me.

But your mum might wonder
where she got the shiner.

RANDl: What do you
want from us?

Just a place to hide from my
loving husband for a while.

Your husband?

Ivan's only purpose
in life and death

is to make me suffer.

Having met you,
I can't imagine why.

No form of torture,
physical or spiritual,

can be too vile for him.

And then one night, he
hit me a little too hard.

He killed you?

As I lay dying,
my last thought was

at least Ivan
can't hurt me now.

How little I knew.

You're dead.
How much worse can things get?

As my spirit left my body,

I saw a portal open to a
beautiful blue, glowing place.

But before I could get through
it, Ivan stood in my way.

He'd killed himself

to make sure I couldn't go
to the next world.

RANDl: How cruel.

Well, it is.

I managed to escape
from Ivan.

But by the time I got back,
my portal had closed.

So find another portal.

Sorry, only one
per customer.

So you have to wander this
Earth like a fugitive forever?

Sometimes it feels like it.

My portal reopens
once every 100 years

on the anniversary
of my death.

Ivan would do anything to
make sure I don't go through.

I'll do anything
to make sure that I do.

Including hijacking my mother.

You coming to bed?

I'll do worse than that if I have to.

IAN: Mum, no! MR.
MATHESON: Good God, woman.

Don't do anything drastic.

If you don't want to come,
just say the word.

(CHUCKLING)

Relax, sailor.
I wouldn't miss it.

Then how do you explain
the last 15 years?

Do you think
my father is safe?

(MR. AND MRS. MATHESON
GIGGLING)

Absolutely not.

But it will keep her occupied
while we find answers.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BELL TOLLING)

Exorcisms. Forcing
a spirit out of cattle.

Removing a hex
from a haunted tree.

What to do when your
daughter's head starts spinning.

(SIGHING)

Useless.

Imagine how that poor
woman must be feeling.

It's all I can imagine.

But don't worry, we'll
free Mum soon enough.

I'm talking about Sarah.

Oh, yes. It must be terrible for
her to have to drink all that liquor

and make a spectacle
out of my mother.

Imagine someone
hating you so much

that he's willing to die
to make sure you suffer.

I'm sure she deserved it.

If she's telling us
the truth at all.

She sounded so sincere.

Of course she did.
She's using my mother's voice.

Look, we have no idea what this
specter really wants from us.

And we're not going to let her
hang around long enough to find out.

Do you ever get tired
of being such a pessimist?

A pessimist?

Because I don't embrace every marauding
spook who decides to possess my family?

It's not just Sarah. I'm talking
about Professor Mason, too.

Professor Mason?
Yeah.

I mean, you made him sound
like he was some kind of monster

when, actually, I thought
he was kind of nice.

The lecture!
It was today?

Don't panic. I'm sure
we can still make it.

The lecture doesn't
start until...

Four hours ago.

Professor Mason, a funny thing
happened on the way to your lecture.

You're not going
to believe why we missed it.

Mum? Mum?

(MRS. MATHESON LAUGHING)

IAN: Mum?

Hi, Sonny.

It's not
what it looks like.

But it could have been if you
hadn't shown up for few more minutes.

How could you?

The old geezer pooped out
on me. He's upstairs napping.

And I got itchy.

Yes. For conversation.
That's all.

MASON: We were just trying
to solve that little

mythological puzzle
you set us last night.

Yeah, that's all.

And a couple
of other things.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

This woman is
an absolute demon

when it comes to talking
about the supernatural.

I was so captivated, I'm
afraid I missed my own lecture.

I'll bet.

She has a fascinating
perspective

on the question
of spiritual possession.

She didn't show you how to
remove such a spirit, did she?

Oh, my dear boy, everybody knows
that in possession mythology,

the only way to kill the
ghost is to kill the host.

Kill the host?

Yes. In the Middle Ages, people
who were thought to be possessed

were burned at the stake.
Ouch.

They never survived, of course,
but their souls were freed.

That could hurt.

MASON: Yes, but lan knows that that's
not the answer to his little riddle.

That would be
far too easy.

You wouldn't want to do
that to your dear old mum.

Would you, darling?

Don't tempt me.

I feel awful about
this, Professor.

I know. What I did was...

Inexcusable.
IAN: You?

I have never felt
so ashamed in my life.

I have embarrassed you and
compromised our friendship.

If there's anything I can do to make
up for it. Anything in the world.

Well, there's
nothing.

Except for maybe that job
opening in your department?

It was his before I got here.
It was going to be a surprise.

I shall put the paperwork
through the moment I get back.

Assuming, of course, that
you still want the job.

But now I do hope

we may consider this
little affair forgotten.

Randi, I am shocked.
I am appalled.

I'm teaching at Oxford!

Mind you! I'm not
going to let you

roam the halls
and say you stumped me.

I'm going to unravel your little problem
tonight if it's the last thing I do.

Congratulations!

Imagine. Oxford.

(GIGGLING UPSTAIRS)

First, research.

(LAUGHING)

(HUMMING)

(HUMMING)

Ah-ha!

I'm on to you, my boy.

Oh...

(HUMMING)

(SNORTS)

Anyone want a Manhattan? No.

And you don't, either.
My mum is not a lush.

But I am.

Listen, we've learned
a few things here.

Oh, goodie.

There was a cult, popular
in Ruritania, that believed

anyone could remain on Earth
forever, even after death,

as long as they occupied
one body after another.

But obviously
you knew that.

Obviously.

(SQUAWKING)

Scram!

My sentiments exactly.

Actually, I found out
by accident.

Accident?

When I died and Ivan blocked
off my portal to the next world,

he came after me.
Well, I had to hide somewhere.

And there was this cat on the window
ledge and suddenly I was the cat.

(CHUCKLES)

And he thought
he could beat the master.

(MR. MATHESON HUMMING)

Oh!

Oi!

(SCREAMING)

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

863, come in, please.

863, come in, please.

Now, I've got it.

What is it?

It's Ivan.

He's here.

(GROWLS)

Angel pie!

I don't like the way you've
been talking to my wife.

So sorry, my good man.
It won't happen again.

MR. MATHESON: So sorry,
my good man.

(MASON SCREAMING)

MR. MATHESON: It won't
happen again.

(MR. MATHESON LAUGHING)

Professor...

MR. MATHESON: Where is she?
Dad?

Not anymore.
Ivan.

If you've hurt
Professor Mason...

I didn't hurt him.
I killed him.

And I'll kill you

if you get in my way.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Damn! She's gone!

Clean up
the mess upstairs

before it stinks up
the rest of this house.

Get me
a beer, love.

I wouldn't.

I'm your loving daddy,
remember?

I don't know where
Sarah's gone.

But she'll be back.

And this time I'll kill her

for good!

And the rest of you
in this house,

if you displease me.

Do you like your beer
warm or chilled?

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(SQUAWKING)

IAN: Careful of his head.
RANDl: Okay, okay. Keep going.

IAN: His mind enriched
a generation.

His soul ennobled a nation.

RANDl: But his body
weighs a ton.

IAN: Haven't you just a little
bit of respect for Professor Mason?

I have more than respect, I
happened to have loved this man.

This is not
Professor Mason.

This is just
flesh and bone.

Got him?

It's a crime to treat
his body this way.

Not

as big...
Oh, dear. Get up.

Not as big a crime as killing
him in the first place.

But...

RANDl: Feet, feet, feet, feet. IAN: Yes.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Who would get the blame for
that if we called the police?

Surely we could explain.
What?

That it wasn't your
father who killed him,

but it was, but it wasn't, because he
was possessed by a ghost at the time?

Good point.

Good night,
sweet prince.

Wait a minute. We can't leave
his body down here forever.

Of course not.

Okay, when this is all over, we'll
make more permanent arrangements.

IAN: A proper
Christian burial.

A service in
Winchester Cathedral.

A chance for the scholars of the world
to pay their respects to a great man.

Yeah, right.

(PANTS) Either that
or dump it in the Thames.

This is Professor Mason
you're talking about.

I feel bad about
this too, okay?

What do you suggest
we do with his body?

Let's worry about
my father's body first.

Let me see.

For a start,
we could figure out

what Ivan is doing here
in the first place.

He's looking for Sarah.

Yes, and what
is she doing here?

She never did say, did she? No.

Oh, great.

(BOTH GRUNT)

1,2,3, in you go.

Adi�s.

Maybe...

Maybe she read our ad in the newspaper.

Ghosts don't read
newspapers.

Ghost don't read
newspapers, they write them.

Randi, ghosts neither
read nor write newspapers.

RANDl: What about
ghost writers?

RANDl: Oh, no!

(MRS. MATHESON EXCLAIMING)

(MRS. MATHESON WHOOPING)

Mum, are you back to...

(MR. AND MRS. MATHESON
GIGGLING)

Mum, are you
all right?

Stop it,
the children are here.

She's fine.
Aren't you, pet?

I had a wonderful night's
sleep. I've never felt better.

You will.

What's gotten into you?

Your father's turned
into a monster.

More than she knows.

How are you feeling?
Have you any ill effects?

What do you remember?

Everything.

Not that it's any of your
business. I think I'll survive.

We'll see.

We better be going back to the university.
There's a lot of work to do, you know.

You don't mind, do you?
MR. MATHESON: Of course not.

Your mum's safe with me.

(LAUGHING)

You're not running away and
leaving me alone with them?

They'll be keeping to
themselves, I'm sure.

He's a bear without his
morning tea, isn't he?

(BELL TOLLING)

RANDl: What are
we looking for?

There's something in our
house these ghosts want.

Warm beer and nookie?

Whatever it is,
we're going to find it.

In old newspapers?

We've been looking
in the wrong places,

while the truth was
right here all along.

The truth?

As it happened,
100 years ago, today.

Sarah Bloom's obituary.

It says she was 34 and
unmarried. She lied to us.

Keep reading.

It says she died
of tuberculosis in a house

decorated by the royal portraits
of the family of Ruritania.

And they were all killed
by revolutionaries.

Lan, she lived
in your house.

Now, that explains a lot.

Her portal must
be in the B&B.

And she's waiting
for it to open again.

But if she wasn't
married, who's Ivan?

And why is
he chasing her?

Read the third column.

How odd.

"An unidentified Ruritanian
man threw himself in front of

"a speeding carriage today,

"crying, 'Death to dictators,'

"and was trampled
to death by the horses."

Check the address.

Right in front
of our house.

BOTH: 100 years ago, today.

(LOUD PIANO MUSIC)

IAN: Can you use
the soft pedal please, Dad?

MR. MATHESON:
There isn't one.

(SQUAWKING)

IAN: Dad. MR. MATHESON:
I'm not your dad, sonny.

We have to find Sarah.

She'll be here.
She has to be.

We just have to find
her before your dad does.

What are you two
whispering about?

How excited we are about
you cooking dinner for us.

I want my grub, woman!

Tea now, dinner later.

Dinner now!

I've worked up an appetite.

MRS. MATHESON: Me, too.

Mum, are you all right?

I don't think I can take
much more of this.

(SHOUTS)

I want a real drink.

And get me my meat.

Brute.

Be nice.

And maybe I'll show you

how much of a brute I am.

She'd like that, wouldn't she?

Dad, you've gone too far. That's
my sister you're talking about.

Looks like your brother to me.

(LAUGHING)

(PARROT SQUAWKS)

Shut up!
PARROT: Randi.

Oh, isn't that special?

After all these months, that
bird's finally learned your name.

The bird learned my name.

PARROT: Randi, help.

You call that a meal?

I call that
tuna noodle delight.

(MOUTHING) MR. MATHESON:
Tuna noodle delight?

I call it garbage.

He must have heard
about Aunt Elsa's cooking.

I want meat.

(SQUAWKING)

Looks like a plateful to me.

(SQUAWKING)

Can you say

fricassee?

Randi, help.

Can you? Sarah!
Help!

Dad, that bird's a member
of this family. I love it.

Wait till you taste it.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

Here's a hint, Sarah Bloom.

If you want to find
a hiding place,

make sure
it doesn't have bars.

I'll get you.

Dad, no.

Lan.

There's a cockroach
running out of the room.

IAN: What do you mean,
cockroach?

That's Sarah.

That is
a disgusting cockroach.

And if I didn't live here,
I'd move lodgings immediately.

Don't you see? She was in the
bird, now she's in the bug.

Now she's me.

This is no time
for games, Randi.

Buffoon.
What?

Will this convince you?

The portal
to the next world.

My portal.

I died in this house
100 years ago tonight.

Soon, this portal
will close forever.

This time,
I'm going through it.

Not with Ivan
still inside my father.

Think, Professor. If he kills
me, he'll kill Randi, too.

What did you
ever do to him?

I didn't do anything.

My real name is
Svetlana Renkov.

The youngest daughter of
the Ruritanian dictator.

But you're dead.

I mean, you were executed
along with your family.

I was only four years old
at the time.

Our servants helped me
to escape.

Why should I be punished for
crimes I didn't even commit?

Crimes I couldn't
understand?

And yet,
I was hunted my whole life.

By Ivan?

After 50 years,
he finally found me.

But it was too late.

I beat him.

I died before
he could kill me.

So he took his own life to stop
you entering the next world.

Cruel bastard. But why didn't you
tell us this in the first place?

I know who my father was.

I know what he did
to inspire such hatred.

If Hitler's daughter came
to you, would you help her?

(DOOR OPENS)

Not if he's smart.

Because this time,
sweetie,

you aren't getting away.

Even if it means

I have to kill every
living thing in this house.

Don't you think you're being
just a bit unreasonable?

Her family stole
our lands.

I'd suffer for all eternity

before I let her have
eternal peace.

MR. MATHESON: They made
our sons into slaves

and our daughters
into whores.

We starved and died
so they could feast.

Perhaps an apology
is in order.

Would that do it
for you?

Go ahead. Apologize.
See?

She's sorry.

I was only four years old.
I'm innocent.

The sins of the father are
visited on the children!

And your father
committed so many sins.

MR. MATHESON: Go ahead, cower.

But I'll hack right
through him,

and I will kill you.

Don't Aunt Elsa, stop it.
You'll kill him.

Good work. Damn fool didn't
drink the drugged tea.

You drugged
his tea? Why?

To knock 'em out,
of course.

We don't want Ivan
jumping into lan or Mum.

Don't stand there looking pretty,
girl, go through your portal.

RANDl: What about Ivan?

There's no one left
for him to jump into.

There's you.

Already taken, I'm afraid,
my dear young lady.

Professor Mason,
I assume?

You always were
a bright student.

Is he...
IAN: Oh, yes.

Ivan won't be
troubling you anymore.

Thank you both
for everything.

Send us a postcard. Now, hurry.
You haven't got much time.

Come with me, John.

I appreciate the invitation,
my dear young lady.

But I prefer to remain here.

See you in 100 years. It's a date.

ELSA: I never knew that
mythology could be so exciting.

Good thing I solved your little
riddle before Ivan killed me.

What are you
going to do now?

Are you kidding?

This is my chance to find
out all about real mythology.

This will be the most
wonderful 100 years of my life.

Afterlife.

My dear lan,
you finally bested me.

There's no way
I can top this.

But when I come back
in the next century,

there'll be a few
new riddles for you.

I look forward
to it.

And that reminds me.
Ditch my body.

I don't want that down there
to greet me when I come back.

I'm home. So, did I miss
anything when I was gone?

Julian, dear boy, don't
go near your grandfather.

He has the most
appalling cold.

Drink your tea or your
throat will never get better.

I've had 27 cups already.

I'm going to burst.

Do as I tell you.
I want you healthy again,

so we can pick up
where we left off.

(MUMBLING)

I did miss something.
Nothing big.

If you say so.

(MUMBLING)

I suppose I'd better
be going now.

I'm sorry about everything, Professor.

Oh, don't be. You've managed
to teach me something.

There's a big wonderful world out
there which I never knew existed.

And I can't wait
to explore it.

My dear young lady,

if I can find anything
to help you, I'll be back.

Thank you,
Professor.

(CAT MEOWS)

Wait a minute. What
about my job at Oxford?

(SIGHS)

My dad was right. I should
never have switched majors.

IAN: High up in the Urals
and on the plains of Hungary,

they believed that the horse was the earthly
representation of the long lost tribe.

Am I boring you,
Mr. Salsbury?

I thought your lecture
was quite interesting.

Really? Well, you can return the favor
by giving us a little lecture of your own.

Parikshit.
Parikshit?

Parikshit, Parikshit.
Parikshit. Right.

As none of you seem to be up on
your studies of the Mahabharata,

you can all go to the library and bone
up on it before tomorrow's study session.

"10-to-1, Webber's Way."

You are cruel,
aren't you?

I'm just trying to keep the
spirit of Professor Mason alive.

His spirit is alive.

You know, he used to think
I was scared of him.

The truth is I used to pretend I was,
just because I knew it pleased him.

I was such
a good student.

His spirit is alive,
my dear boy.

Professor?
Laryntooga.

Laryntooga, Laryntooga... Laryntooga.

Laryntooga, Laryntooga...
I'll get my notes now.

Fooled him again.