All language subtitles for (9xmovies.net) Blithe Spirit (1945)eng

[Noel Coward ]
We are quits, quite wrong.

Onoo upon a limo,
there was a charming oountry house...

In which lived
a very heppiy married couple.

- Edith, you know the cocktail shaker?
- Yes'm.

Well, I want you to fill two of those
long-stemmed glasses from it...

- and bring them up here.
- Yes'm.

And, Edith, as you're not in the navy,
it's unnecessary to do everything at the double.

- Very good, ma'am.
- And, Edith, when you're serving dinner...

Try to remember to do it
calmly and methodically.

- Yes'm.
- Now go and get the cocktails.

- Yes'm.
- Not at a run, Edith.

Yes'm.

What do you suppose induced Agnes
to leave us and go and get married?

The reason was becoming
increasingly obvious, dear.

Yes. We must keep Edith
in the house more.

- Oh, dearl
- What's the matter?

I have an idea this evening's
going to be awful.

Well, I think it'll be funny,
but not awful.

Why did you ask the Bradmans, darling?
He's as skeptical as we are.

- He'll probably say the most dreadful things.
- Well, I wamed him.

There had to be more than three of us,
and we couldn't have the vicar and his wife...

Because, A, they're dreary,
and, B, they wouldn't have approved at all.

- No, it had to be the Bradmans.
- You must promise not to catch my eye.

If I giggle - and I'm very likely to -
it will ruin everything.

You mustn't. You must be dead serious,
and if possible, a little intense.

We can't hurt the old girl's feelings,
however funny she is.

[ Birds Chirping ]

[Hom Honking]

That was her.

Oh, that's her, is it?
I've seen her in the village several times.

She certainly is a strange woman.

The vicar told me he saw her
up on the knoll on Midsummer Eve...

Dressed in sort of Indian robes.

Apparently, she's been a professional
in London for years.

It's funny, isn't it? I mean, to think
of people doing it as a profession.

Hmm. I believe it's very lucrative.

What does Mr. Condomine hope
to get out of her?

Material for his book.
He's writing a mystery story, you know.

- To 7719 Unseen.
- I must say that's a wonderful title.

If this evening's a success, I shall start
writing the first draft tomorrow.

Used Elvira to be a help to you - when you
were thinking something out, I mean?

Poor Elvira.

If I died before you'd grown tired of me,
I wonder if you'd forget me so soon.

- What a horrible thing to say.
- No, I think it's interesting.

Well, to begin with,
I haven't forgotten Elvira.

I remember her very distinctly indeed.

I remember how fascinating she was
and how maddening.

I remember her gay charm when she had
achieved her own way over something...

And her extreme acidity when she didn't.

I remember her physical attractiveness,
which was tremendous...

And her spiritual integrity, which was nil.

Was she more physically attractive
than I am?

That's a very tiresome question, darling,
and fully deserves the wrong answer.

- You really are very sweet.
- Thank you.

- And a little naive too.
- Why?

Because you imagine that I mind about Elvira
being more physically attractive than I am.

[Chuckling ]
I love you, my love.

I know you do, but not the wildest stretch
of the imagination could describe it...

As the first fine, careless rapture.

- Would you like it to be?
- Good heavens, no.

Wasn't that a shade too vehement?

We're neither of us adolescent, Charles.

We've neither of us
led exactly prim lives, have we?

We've both been married before.

Careless rapture at this stage
would be inoongmous and embarrassing.

I hope I haven't been
in any way a disappointment, dear.

Don't be so idiotic.

After all, your first husband
was a great deal older than you.

I wouldn't like you to think
that you've missed out all along the line.

There are moments, Charles,
when you go too far.

Sorry, darling.

If I died, I wonder how long it would be
before you married again.

You won't die.
You're not the dying sort.

- Neither was Elvira.
- Oh, yes, she was, now I come to think of it.

She had a certain ethereal,
not-quite-of-this-world quality.

Nobody would call you
even remotely ethereal.

Nonsense.
She was of the earth - earthy.

Yes. Well, she is now anyhow.

You know, that's the kind of observation
that shocks people.

It's discouraging to think how many people
are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.

Write that down.
You might forget it.

You underrate me.

Anyhow, it was a question of bad taste
more than honesty.

I was devoted to Elvira.
We were married five years.

She died. I missed her very much.

That was seven years ago
and I've now, with your help, my love...

Risen above the whole thing.

- [ Doorbell Rings]
- That's probably the Bradmans.

It might be Madame Arcati.

Shall I go,
or shall we let Edith have her fling?

She's probably on one knee
in a pre-sprinting position...

Waiting for Cook
to open the kitchen door.

- Steady, Edith.
- Yes, sir.

- Good evening. - We're not late, are we?
I only got back from the hospital half an hour ago.

Of course not.
Madame Arcati isn't here yet.

No, we passed her
coming up the hill on her bicycle.

- I'm so glad you were able to come. - We've been
looking forward to it. I feel really quite excited.

I guarantee that Violet will be good.
I made her promise.

Fine. Come and have a drink.

Oh, thank you so much.

Do you believe in it, Mrs. Condomine?
Do you think there's anything really genuine about it at all?

I'm afraid not. But I do think
it's interesting how easily -

- Thank you.
- people allow themselves to be deceived.

But she must believe it herself, mustn't she?
Or is the whole business a fake?

I suspect the worst.
A real professional charlatan.

That's what I'm hoping for anyhow.

The character that I'm planning for my book
must be a complete impostor.

It's one of the most important factors
of the whole story.

Do you think she tells fortunes?
I love having my fortune told.

- [ Chuckling ] Yes, I expect so. - Have you ever
attended her, Doctor? Professionally, I mean?

Oh, yes. She had influenza last January.
She's only been here just over a year, you know.

- [ Doorbell Rings]
- Here she is.

I say, she knows, doesn't she, about tonight?
You're not going to spring it on her?

No, of course not.
It was all arranged last week.

I told her how profoundly interested I was,
and she blossomed like a rose.

I really feel quite nervous,
as if I were going to make a speech.

- Go and meet her, darling.
-Mmm.

- Oh, good evening.
-Hmm?

I've leant my bike up
against that little bush out there.

It'll be perfectly all right
if no one touches it.

- How nice to see you, Madame Arcati.
- My dear Madame Arcati.

I'm afraid I'm rather late,
but I had a sudden presentiment...

That I was going to have a puncture,
so I went back to fetch my pump.

And then, of course,
I didn't have a puncture at all.

Perhaps you will on the way home.

Oh, thank you.

- You know -
- Dr. Bradman, the man with the gentle hands.

I'm delighted to see you looking so well.
This is my wife.

- How do you do? - We're old friends.
We meet coming out of shops.

- Would you like a cocktail? - If it's a dry
martini, yes. If it's a concoction, no.

Experience has taught me
to be very wary of oonooctions.

- It is a dry martini.
- How delicious.

We do so much appreciate
your coming all this way, Madame Arcati.

Oh, nonsense. It was wonderful cycling
through the woods this evening.

- I was deafened with birdsong.
- It's been lovely all day.

Ah, but the evening's the time.
Mark my words.

Thank you.

Cheers! Cheers!

Don't you find it tiring
bicycling everywhere?

On the contrary, it stimulates me.
I was getting far too sedentary in London.

That horrid little flat with the dim lights.

They had to be dim, you know.
The clients expect it.

This is the best dry martini
I've had for years.

- Would you like another?
- Certainly.

[ Chuckles ]
I must say, I find bicycling very exhausting.

Steady rhythm - that's what does it.

Once you get the knack of it, you need never look back.
On you get, and away you go.

But the hills, Madame Arcati.
Pushing up those awful hills.

Just knack again.

Down with your head, up with your heart,
and you're over the top like a flash...

And skimming down the other side
like a dragonfly.

- Dinner is served, ma'am.
- Thank you, Edith.

Oh, no red meat, I hope.

There's meat,
but I don't think it will be very red.

I make it a rule
never to eat red meat before I work.

Would you rather have an egg
or something?

Oh, no, thank you. We'll risk it.

It's just that it sometimes
has an odd effect.

- What sort of effect?
- Nothing of the least importance.

Thank you.

How do you get in touch with people
on the other side, Madame Arcati?

Through a control, of course.
In my case, a little girl.

They're generally the best.

Some mediums prefer Indians, of course,
but personally I've always found them unreliable.

In what way unreliable?

Well, to start with, they're frightfully lazy.

Also, when faced with any sort of difficulty...

They're apt to go oft into their own tribal
language, which is naturally unintelligible.

That generally spoils everything
and wastes a good deal of time.

Do you feel funny
when you go off into a trance?

In what way “funny"?

I don't think Mrs. Bradman means funny
in its comic implication.

I think she meant strange or odd.

The word was an unfortunate choice.

Oh, I'm sure I'm very sorry.

It doesn't matter in the least.
Please don't apologize.

When did you first disoover
that you had these remarkable powers?

When I was quite tiny.

My mother was a medium before me,
you see...

And so I had every opportunity of starting
on the ground floor, as you might say.

I had my first trance
when I was four years old...

And my first ectoplasmic manifestation
when I was five and a half.

Ohl What an exciting day that was.
I shall never forget it.

Of course, the manifestation
was quite small and of very short duration...

But for a child of my tender years,
it was most gratifying.

- Can you tell fortunes?
- Certainly not.

I disapprove of fortune tellers
most strongly.

[ Clears Throat ]

Edith, we don't want to be disturbed for
the next hour or so for any reason whatsoever.

- Is that clean
- Yes'm.

Unless it's an urgent call for George.

- Unless it's an urgent call for Dr. Bradman.
- Yes'm.

Well, Madame Arcati,
the time is drawing near.

- Who knows? It may be receding.
- How very true.

I hope you feel in the mood, Madame Arcati.

Well, it isn't a question of mood.
it's a question of concentration.

You must forgive us being so impatient.

We can easily wait
if you're not quite ready to start.

No, nonsense, my dear.
I'm absolutely ready.

Heigh-ho! Heigh-hol
To work we go.

- Is there anything you'd like us to do?
- Do?

Well, sort of hold hands or anything.

All that will come later.
First, a few deep, deep breaths of fresh air.

You may talk, if you wish.
It won't disturb me in the least.

- [ Chuckling]
- Shhl It was an excellent dinner, darling.

- I congratulate you.
- The mousse wasn't quite right.

It looked a bit hysterical,
but it tasted delicious.

- That cuckoo's very angry.
- I beg your pardon.

I said that cuckoo is very angry.
Listen!

- How do you know?
- Timbre.

No moon. That's as well, I think.

A mist rising from the marshes.

There's no need for me
to light my bicycle lamp, is there?

- I mean, no one's likely to fall over it.
- No. We're not expecting anyone else.

Splendid.

Good night, you foolish bird.

- You have a table?
- Well, we rather thought that one might do.

[ Madame Arcati Clears Throat ]

I think the one there would be better.

Over here, Mr. Condomine, please.

Hmm.

This is a moment that I always hate.

- Are you nervous?
- Yes.

- When I was a gin, I always used to be sick.
- How fortunate that you grew out of it.

Children are always much more prone to be sick
than grown-ups though, aren't they?

Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper.
What shall he have but brown bread and butter?

I despise that because it doesn't rhyme at all,
but Daphne loves it.

Who's Daphne?

Daphne is Madame Arcati's control.
She's the little girl.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. I see.
How old is she?

- Rising seven when she died.
- And when was that?

February the sixth, 1884.

She must be a bit long in the tooth
by now, I should think.

You should think, Dr. Bradman, but I fear
you don't, at least not profoundly enough.

Please forgive me, Madame Arcati.
I assure you I'm deeply interested.

It's of no consequence.

Now, will you all sit round the table, please,
and place your hands downwards on it?

- Come, Mrs. Bradman.
- What about the lights?

All in good time, Mr. Condomine.

Now sit down, please.

[ Humming ]; Deedle-Ieedle, Ium-dum
dum-dum, dum-dum J*

J The fingers should be touching J;

That's better.
I presume that's the gramophone.

Would you like me to start it for you?
It's an electric one.

No, no. Please stay where you are.
I can manage.

Now, what have we here?
Brahms. Oh, dear me, no.

Rachmaninoff - too florid.

- Where's the dance music?
- They're the loose ones on the left.

I'm afraid none of them are very new.

Daphne's really more attached
to Irving Berlin than to anyone else.

She likes a tune she can hum.
Oh, here's one - “Always.”

- “Always”?
- What's the matter?

Uh - Nothing, darling. Nothing at all.

Now, there are one or two things that I would
like to explain, so will you all listen attentively?

Of course.

Presently, when the music begins,
I'm going to switch out the lights.

I may then either walk about the room
for a little or lie down flat.

In due course, I shall draw up
that dear little stool and join you at the table.

I shall place myself
between you and your wife, Dr. Bradman...

And rest my hands lightly upon yours.

I must ask you not to address me or move
or do anything in the least distracting.

- Is that quite, quite clean
- Perfectly.

Of course, I can't guarantee
that anything will happen at all.

Daphne may be unavailable.

She had a head cold recently
and was rather under the weather, poor child.

On the other hand,
a great many things might occur.

One of you might have an emanation,
for instance.

Or we might contact a poltergeist, which
would be extremely destructive and noisy.

- In what way destructive?
- They throw things, you know.

No, I didn't know.

Now, are you ready to empty your minds?

Do you mean you want us
to try and think of nothing?

Absolutely nothing, Dr. Bradman.

Concentrate on a space
or on a nondescript color.

- That's really the better way.
- I'll do my level best.

Good work!

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Ligmsl

Oh, dearl

[ Stool Clatters ]

-JJIEHUSI
- Is there anyone there?

Is there anyone there?

One rap for yes. Two raps for no.

Is there anyone there?

- [ Table Clatters ]
- Ohl

Is that you, Daphne?

Is your cold better, dear?

[Table Clatters Twice ]

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Are you doing anything for it?

- [Table Clattering ]
- I'm afraid she's very fretful.

Is there anyone there
who wishes to speak to anyone here?

Ah. Now we're getting somewhere.
Oh, no, Daphne. Don't do that, dear.

You're hurting me.
Daphne dear, please!

Oh, be good. There's a dear child.
[ Clears Throat ]

I'm sorry.

You say there's someone there
who wishes to speak to someone here?

Is it me?

Is it Dr. Bradman?

Is it Mrs. Bradman?

Is it Mrs. Condomine?

Oh, stop it, Daphne. Behave yourself.

Is it Mr. Condomine?

[Table Clatters Once ]

There's someone who wishes
to speak to you, Mr. Condomine.

- Tell them to leave a message.
- [Table Clattering ]

I really must ask you not to be flippant,
Mr. Condomine.

Charles, how can you be so idiotic?
You'll spoil everything.

I'm sorry. It just slipped out.

Do you know anyone
who's passed over recently?

Not recently,
except my cousin in the civil service...

And he wouldn't be likely
to want to communicate with me.

We haven't spoken for years.

Are you Mr. Ccndomine's cousin
in the civil service?

- [Table Clattering ]
- No, I'm afraid we've drawn a blank.

Try and think of someone else.
Rack your brains.

It might be old Mrs. Plummeit, you know.
She died on Whit Monday.

I can't imagine why old Mrs. Plummett
should wish to speak to me.

- We had very little in common.
- It's worth trying.

Are you old Mrs. Plummett?

She was deaf.
Perhaps you'd better shout.

[ Louder]
Are you old Mrs. Plummett?

[ Sighs ]
No, there's nobody there at all.

How disappointing.
Just as we were getting on so nicely.

Violet, be quiet.

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing for it
but for me to go into a trance.

Excuse me a moment
while I start the gramophone again.

- Not “Always." Don't play “Always."
- I'm afraid I must.

It would be imprudent to change horses
in midstream, if you know what I mean.

Ch, well. Have it your own way.

JJ/ '54/W8}'S']

[ Inhales Deeply]

[ Exhales ]

[ Child's Voice ]
Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper.

What shall we give him...

But brown bread and butter?

That would be Daphne.
She ought to have had her adenoids out.

- George, pleasel
- [ Screams]

- Good heavens.
- Shh!

It's trying to get away.
I can't hold it.

Press down hard.

Ought we to pick it up
or leave it where it is?

- How the devil should I know?
- Well, there's no need to snap at me.

- I suppose we'd better pick it up.
- [ Wamanis' VOICE] Leave it where itis.

- Who said that?
- Who said what?

- Somebody said, “Leave it where it is.”
- Nonsense, dear.

- I heard it distinctly.
- Nobody else did, did they?

I never heard a sound.

It was you, Ruth.
You're playing tricks.

I'm doing nothing of the sort.
I haven't uttered.

Good evening Charies.

Ventriloquism.
That's what it is - ventriloquism.

- [ Ruth ] What's the matter with you?
- You must have heard that.

- One of you must have heard that.
- Heard what?

You mean to sit there solemnly and tell me
that none of you heard anything at all?

- I certainly didn't.
- Neither did I. I wish I had.

I should love to hear something.

It's you who are playing the tricks, Charles.
You're acting to try and frighten us.

I'm not. I swear I'm not.

It's difficult to think of what to say
ahiarsavan years...

But I suppose that 'fqood evening'
is as good as anyming also.

- Who are you?
- Elvira, of course. Don't be so si/bn

I can't bear this another minute.
Get up, everybody. The entertainments over.

Charles, how tiresome of you.
Just as we were beginning to enjoy ourselves.

Never again. That's all I can say.
Never, never again, as long as I live.

Did you hear something
we didn't hear, really?

- No, of course not. I was only pretending.
- I knew you were.

Oh, dear! Look at Madame Arcati.

- [ Ruth ] What are we to do with hen
- Bring her round.

Bring her round as soon as possible.

[ Bradman ]
She's out, all right.

Bring her round.
It's dangerous to leave her like this.

Really, Charles,
you're behaving most peculiarly.

Madame Arcati, wake upl
Time to go homel

- Now steady, steady on.
- Get some brandy. Give her some brandy.

What on earth is the matter with you?

Get some brandy!

Here, Bradman, give me a - Help me.
I'll take the feet.

Lift her into the chair.

Wake up, Madame Arcati.

Little Tommy Tucker, Madame Arcatil

Here's the brandy.

She's coming round.

Be careful, Charles.
You're spilling it down her dress.

[ Sighs ]

Well, that's that.

- Are you all right?
- Certainly I am, my dear.

I never felt better in my life.

Well, what happened?
Was it satisfactory?

Oh, nothing much happened, Madame Arcati,
after you went off.

No, something happened, all right.
I can feel it.

No poltergeists at any rate.
That's a good thing.

- Any apparitions?
- Not a thing.

What, no ectoplasm?

[ Ruth ] I'm not quite sure what that is,
but I don't think so.

Curious. I feel as if something tremendous
had taken place.

[ Ruth ] Charles pretended he heard a voice
to try and frighten us.

It was only a joke.

A poor one, if I may say so.

Nevertheless, I'm prepared to swear that there's
someone else psychic in this room apart from myself.

I don't really see how there could be,
Madame Arcati.

I do hope I haven't gone
and released something.

However, we are bound to find out
within a day or two.

If any manifestations should occur
or you hear any unexpected noises...

You might let me know at once.

[ Ruth ] Oh, of course we will.
We'll get in touch with you immediately.

- Well, I really think I must be on my way now.
- Wouldn't you like something before you go?

Oh, no, thank you. I have some Ovaltine
all ready in a saucepan at home.

It only needs hotting up.
Good-bye, Mrs. Condomine.

It was sweet of you
to take all this trouble.

Well, I'm so sorry so little occurred.
It's that cold of Daphne's, I expect.

You know what children are
when there's anything wrong with them.

- We must try again some other evening.
- That would be lovely.

- Good night, Mrs. Bradman.
- It was thrilling. It really was.

I felt the table absolutely shaking
under my hands.

- Good night, Doctor.
- Congratulations, Madame Arcati.

I'm fully aware of the irony
in your voice, Dr. Bradman.

As a matter of fact, you'd make
an excellent subject for telepathic hypnosis.

A great chum of mine's an expert.
I'd like her to look you over.

I'm sure I should be charmed.
[Chuckling ]

- Well, good night, everyone.
- [ Ruth] Good night.

[ Bradman ]
Good night.

Thank you. Next time we must really
put our backs into it.

Good night.

- [ Door Closes]
- [ Laughing ]

- [ Door Closes]
- [ Laughing ]

Be careful, Mrs. Condomine.
She might hear you.

I can't help it.
I've been holding this in for ages.

But do you really think she believes -

Of course not.
The whole thing's a put-up job.

I must say, though, she shoots a more
original line than they generally do.

[ Mrs. Bradman] I hope Mr. Condomine got
all the atmosphere he wanted for his book.

[ Ruth ] He would have got a great deal more
if he hadn't spoiled it by showing off.

I'm really very cross with him.

I suddenly felt a draft.
There must be a window open.

No, they're shut.

Perhaps it was one of those whatchamacallims
Madame Arcati was talking about.

- Elementals?
- No, it couldn't be.

She distinctly said it was the wrong time
of the year for elementals.

[ All Laughing ]

[ Door Opens ]

Well, the old gin went pedaling 011
down the drive at a hell of a speed.

- We had a bit of trouble lighting her lamp.
- [ Mrs. Bradman] Poor thing.

[ Charles ]
I've got a theory about her, you know.

- I believe she's completely sincere.
- [ Ruth ] Charles, how could she be?

[ Bradman ] Well, we must be going.
I've got to get up abominably early tomorrow.

I have a patient being operated on
in Canterbury.

[ Mrs. Bradman ] It's been a thrilling evening.
I shall never forget it.

- It was sweet of you to include us.
- Good night, Mrs. Condomine. Thank you so much.

- Are you sure you won't have a drink before you go?
- [ Bradman ] Quite sure, thanks.

I must do a little reading up
on the whole business, just for the fun of it.

We'll let you know if we find
any poltergeists whirling about.

- I should never forgive you if you didn't.
- Come along, darling.

[ Door Opens ]

- wen, darling?
- Well?

Would you say
the evening had been profitable?

Mmm. I suppose so.

- What's the matter?
- Matter?

- Yes. You seem odd somehow.
- [Match Strikes]

- Do you feel quite well?
- Mmm, fine.

- I think I'll have a drink. Do you want one?
- No, thank you, dear.

Brrl It's getting very chilly -

Oh, my God!

- [ Glass Shatters ]
- Charles!

That was very clumsy, Charles dear.

Elvira, then it's true.
It - It was you.

Of course it was.

Charles, darling.
Charles, what are you talking about?

Are you a - a ghost?

I suppose I must be.

It's all very confusing.

What do you keep looking over there for?
Look at me. What's happened?

- Don't you see?
- See what?

SEQ

- Elvira?
- Yes.

Elvira dear, this is Ruth.
Ruth, this is Elvira.

Come and sit down, darling.

What, do you mean to say
you can't see her?

Look, Charles, you just sit down quietly
by the fire, and I'll fix you another drink.

Don't worry about the mess on the carpet.
Edith can clean that up in the morning.

But you must be able to see her.
She's here. Look. Right in front of you here.

Look, Charles, if this is a joke,
it's gone far enough.

- Now sit down and don't be idiotic.
- What am I to do?

What the devil am I to do?

Well, I really think you might be
a little more pleased to see me.

After all, you conjured me up.

I didn't do any such thing.

Nonsense. Of course you did.

That awful child with the cold came and told me
that you wanted to see me urgently.

It was all a mistake, a horrible mistake.

Stop talking like that, Charles.
As I told you before, the joke's gone far enough.

I've gone mad. That's what it is.

I've just gone raving mad.

Now sit down.

Why are you so anxious for me to sit down?
What good will that do?

I want you to relax.
You can't relax standing up.

African natives can.
They can stand on one leg for hours.

I don't happen to be an African native.

[ Bottle Clatters ]

- You don't happen to be a what?
- An African native.

What's that got to do with it?

It doesn't matter, Ruth.
It really doesn't matter.

We will say no more about it.

- Look. I've sat down.
- Here. Drink this.

- Would you like some more?
- Yes, please.

Very unwise.
You always had a weak head.

I could drink you under the table.

There's no need to be aggressive, Charles.
I'm doing my best to help you.

Sorry.

Now, drink this, and then
we can go upstairs to bed.

Get rid of her, Charles.
Then we can talk in peace.

That's a thoroughly immoral suggestion.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

What is there immoral in that?

- I wasn't talking to you, Ruth.
- Who were you talking to then?

- Elvira, of course.
- Oh, to blazes with Elvira!

- There now. She's getting cross.
- I don't blame her.

Now look here, Charles. I gather you've
got some sort of plan behind all this.

- I'm not quite a fool.
- Ruth, Elvira is here.

She's standing a few yards away from you.

Yes, dear. I can see her distinctly -
under the piano with a zebra.

- But, Ruth -
- I am not going to stay here arguing any longer.

- [ Elvira] Hooray.
- Shut up.

- How dare you speak to me like thatl
- But listen, Ruth, please -

I will not listen
to any more of this nonsense.

I'm going upstairs to bed now.
I shall leave you to tum out the lights.

I won't be asleep -
I'm much too upset-

so you can come in and say good night to me
if you feel like it.

Well, that's big of her, I must say.

Be quietl
You're behaving like a guttersnipe.

That is all I have to say.

Good night, Charles.

That was one of the most enjoyable
half hours I've ever spent.

- Oh, Elvira, how could you?
- Poor Ruth.

This is obviously
some sort of hallucination, isn't it?

I'm afraid I don't know
the technical term for it.

Well, where have you come from?

Do you know, it's very peculiar,
but I've sort of forgotten.

Are you to be here indefinitely?

I'm afraid I don't know that either.

Why? Would you hate it so much if I was?

Well, you must admit
it would be embarrassing.

I don't see why really.
it's all a question of adjusting yourself.

Anyway, I think it's horrid of you
to be so unwelcoming and disagreeable.

- Now look here, Elvira.
- I do. I think you're mean.

Well, try to see my point of view, dear. I've been married
to Ruth for five years, and you've been dead for seven.

Not dead, Charles. Passed over.

It's considered very vulgar to say “dead”
where I come from.

Passed over then.

I don't believe you love me anymore.

I shall always love the memory of you.

Well, I really am a little hurt.

You called me back,
and at greet inconvenience I came...

And you've been thoroughly churlish
ever since I arrived.

Believe me, Elvira, I most emphatically
did not call you back.

- There's been some mistake.
- Perhaps it was your subconscious.

You must find out if you're going to stay or not,
and we can make arrangements accordingly.

- I don't see how I can.
- Well, try and think.

Isn't there anyone that you know
that you can get in touch with over there...

Or on the other side or whatever it's called
who can advise you?

[ Clicks Tongue ]
No. I can't think.

It all seems so far away,
as though I'd dreamed it.

Oh, Charles.

What is it?

- I want to cry, but I don't think I'm able to.
- What do you want to cry for?

Well, it's seeing you again, and you being
so irascible like you always used to be.

- I don't mean to be irascible, Elvira.
- Darling, I don't mind really. I never did.

Is it cold being a ghost?

No, I don't think so.

What happens if I touch you?

I doubt if you can.

Do you want to?

Oh, Elvira.

What is it, darling?

Oh, it certainly does seem strange
seeing you again.

That's better.

Your voice was kinder.

Was I ever unkind to you
when you were alive?

Often.

Oh, how can you?
I'm sure you're exaggerating.

N01 at all.

You were an absolute pig that time we went
to Cornwall and stayed in that awful hotel.

You hit me with a billiard cue.

[ Chuckling ]

Mmm. Only very, very gently.

I loved you very much.

I loved you too.

No, I can't touch you.
Isn't that horrible?

Hmm. Perhaps it's just as well
if I'm to stay here for any length of time.

I suppose I shall wake up eventually,
but I feel strangely peaceful now.

That's right. Put your head back.

Like this?

Can you feel anything?

Only a very little breeze through my hair.

Well, that's better than nothing.

I suppose if I'm really out of my mind,
they'll put me in an asylum.

[ Elvira]
Don't you worry about that. Just relax.

[ Chanes ]
Poor Ruth.

Mmm. Nuts to Ruth.

[ Clock Ticking ]

[ricking 1

[ Murmurs]

[ Charles ]
Good morning, Edith.

- Good morning, sir.
- Feeling fit?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- How's Cook?
- I don't know, sir. I haven't asked her.

You should. You should begin every day
by asking everyone how they are.

- It oils the wheels.
- Yes, sir.

- Greet her for me, will you?
- Yes, sir.

- Good morning, darling.
- Good morning, Charles.

- It certainly is.
- What certainly is what?

A good morning.
A tremendously good morning.

There isn't a cloud in the sky,
and everything looks newly washed.

Anything interesting in 7719 77mes?

Don't be silly, Charles.

- I intend to work all day.
- Good.

- It's extraordinary about daylight, isn't it?
- How do you mean?

Oh, the way it reduces everything to normal.

I'm sure I'm very glad to hear it.

- You're very glacial this morning.
- Are you surprised?

Yes. I take back what I said about it being
a good morning. It's a horrid morning.

You'd better eat your breakfast
while it's hot.

- It isn't.
- [ Cup Clatters ]

Now look here, Charles.

In your younger days, this display of roguish
flippancy might have been alluring.

In a middle-aged novelist, it's nauseating.

- I don't see what I've done that's so awful.
- You behaved abominably last night.

You wounded me and insulted me.

I was the victim of an aberration.

- Nonsense. You were drunk.
- Drunk?

You had two strong dry martinis before dinner,
a great deal too much burgundy at dinner...

Heaven knows how much port and kilmmel
with Dr. Bradman...

While I was doing my best
to entertain that madwoman.

And two large brandies later.
I gave them to you myself.

- Of course you were drunk.
- That's your story, is it?

I wasn't in the least drunk, Ruth.
Something happened to me last night.

Something very peculiar happened to me.

- I really don't wish to discuss it any further.
- But you must discuss it. It's very disturbing.

I swear to you that during the séance
I was convinced I heard Elvira's voice.

- Nobody else did.
- I can't help that. I did.

You couldn't have.

And later on, I was equally convinced
she was in the room.

I saw her distinctly and talked to her.

After you'd gone up to bed,
we had quite a cozy little chat.

And you seriously expect me to believe
that you weren't drunk.

I know I wasn't drunk. If I'd been all that drunk,
I should have a dreadful hangover, shouldn't I?

- I'm not at all sure that you haven't.
- I haven't got a trace of a headache.

My tongue's not coated. Look at it.

I haven't the least desire to look at your tongue.
Kindly put it in again.

- Please'm.
- Yes, Edith?

Cook wants to know about lunch, ma'am.

- Will you be in to lunch, Charles?
- Oh, please, don't wony about me.

I shall be perfectly happy
with a bottle of gin in my bedroom.

Don't be silly, dear.
Tell Cook we shall both be in, Edith.

Yes'm.

[Typewriter Bell Dings]

I'm going into Hythe this morning.
Is there anything you want?

Yes, a great deal, but I doubt
if you could get it in Hythe.

I've put Alka-Seltzer down on my list.

Women! What I think of women.

Your view of women is academic,
to say the least of it.

Just because you've always
been dominated by them...

It doesn't necessarily follow
that you know anything about them.

I've never been dominated by anyone.

You were hagridden by your mother
till you were 23.

Then you got into the clutches
of that awful Mrs. Whatever-her-name-was.

- Mrs. Winthrop-Llewellyn.
- I'm not interested.

Then there was Elvira.
She ruled you with a rod of iron.

Elvira never ruled anyone.
She was far too elusive.

That was one of her greatest charms.

Then there was Maud Charteris.

If you wish to make
an inventory of my sex life, dear...

I think it only fair to tell you
that you've missed out several episodes.

I'll consult my diary
and give you a complete list alter lunch.

- Charles.
- Yes?

Alcohol will ruin your whole life
if you allow it to get a hold on you, you know.

Once and for all, Ruth,
I'd like you to understand...

That what happened last night
was nothing whatever to do with alcohol.

I grant you, it may have been
some form of psychic delusion...

But I was stone-cold sober from first to last
and extremely upset into the bargain.

You were upset indeed.
What about me?

You behaved with a stolid, obtuse lack
of comprehension which frankly shocked me.

Instead of putting out
a gentle, comradely hand to guide me...

You shouted staccato orders at me
like a sergeant major.

You called me a guttersnipe.
You told me to shut up.

And when I quietly suggested
that we should go upstairs to

you said, with the most disgusting leer,
it was an immoral suggestion.

I was talking to Elvira.

If you were, I can only say it conjures up
a fragrant picture of your first marriage.

My first marriage was perfectly charming, and I think
it's in the worst possible taste for you to sneer at it.

I'm not nearly so interested in your
first marriage as you seem to think I am.

It's your second marriage that is absorbing me at the moment.
It seems to me to be on the rocks.

Only because you persist
in taking up this ridiculous attitude.

My attitude is that of any normal woman whose
husband gets drunk and hurts abuse at her.

- I was not drunk!
- Be quiet. They'll hear you in the kitchen.

I don't care if they hear me
in the Folkestone town halll

I was not drunk!

- Did you call, sir?
- No!

[ Birds Chirping ]

Charles dear, if you weren't drunk,
how do you account for it?

I can't account for it.
That's what's so awful.

- What did you have for lunch?
- You ought to know. You had it with me.

Let me see. There was lemon sole
and that cheese thing.

Why should having a cheese thing for lunch
make me see my deceased wife after dinner?

You never know.
It was rather rich.

Why didn't you see your dead husband then?
You had just as much of it as I did.

- This isn't getting us anywhere.
- No, of course it isn't.

- Charles dean
- Yes?

Perhaps there's something
pressing on your brain.

If there were something pressing on my brain,
I should have violent headaches, shouldn't I?

Not necessarily.

An uncle of mine had a lump the size of
a cricket ball pressing on his brain for years...

And he never felt a thing.

I know I should know
if I had anything like that.

- He didn't.
- What happened to him?

He had it taken out, and he's been
as bright as a button ever since.

Did he have any sort of delusions? I mean,
did he think he saw things that weren't there?

No, I don't think so.

Well, what the blazes
are we talking about him for then?

It's sheer waste of valuable time.

Well, I just brought him up
as an example.

- How do you feel now?
- Physically, do you mean?

Altogether.

Apart from being worried,
I feel quite normal.

Good. You're not seeing or hearing
anything in the least unusual?

Not a thing.

What's the matter now?

She's here again!

- What do you mean? Who's here again?
- Elvira.

You've absolutely mined
that border by the sundial.

It looks like a mixed salad.

Charles, pull yourself together.

It's all those nasturtiums.
They're so vulgar.

- I like nasturtiums.
- You like what?

They're all right in moderation,
but in a mass like that, they look beastly.

Help me, Ruth.
You've got to help me.

- What did you mean about nasturtiums?
- Never mind about that now.

I tell you, she's here again.

You've been having some nice scenes,
haven't you?

Please mind your own business.

If you behaving like a lunatic isn't my business,
I don't know what is.

I expect they were about me,
weren't they?

I know I ought to feel sorry, but I'm not.
I'm delighted.

- How can you be so inconsiderate?
- Inconsiderate?

I like that.
I've done everything I can to help.

I've controlled myself admirably.

And I'd like to say here and now I don't believe
a word about your beastly hallucinations.

- Ruth, please.
- Don't come near mel

Let her have a nice cry.
It'll do her good.

- You're utterly heartless.
- Heartlessl

I wasn't talking to youl
I was talking to Elvira!

Very well. Go on talking to her then.

Talk to her till you're blue in the face,
but don't talk to me.

- Help me, Elvira.
- How?

- Well, make her see you or something.
- Oh, I'm afraid I couldn't possibly manage that.

It's technically the most difficult business -
frightfully complicated, you know.

It takes years of study.

I don't care how technical it is.
You've got to try.

You are here, aren't you?
You're not an illusion?

No, I was afraid not.

Yes, but - Well -

No, I don't mean to be rude,
but you must see -

Yes, you must make me a promise in future
you'll only come and talk to me when I'm alone.

Well, that's better
than not seeing me at all.

- Charles.
- Yes, dear?

I'm awfully sorry I was cross.

- But, my dear -
- I understand everything now.

- I do really.
- You do?

- Of course I do.
- Look out. She's up to something.

- Will you please be quiet?
- Of course, darling.

We'll all be quiet, won't we?
We'll be as quiet as little mice.

But, Ruth dear -

Now, I want you to come upstairs with me
and go to bed.

The way that woman harps on bed.

- I'll deal with you later.
- Very well, darling. Come along.

- What are you up to?
- I'm not up to anything.

I just want you to go quietly to bed
and wait there till Dr. Bradman comes.

No, Ruth, you're wrong.

She'll have you in a straitjacket
before you know where you are.

Listen, Ruth. If I promise to go to bed, will you
let me stay here for five minutes longer?

- I really think it would be much better -
- No, now bear with me.

However mad it may seem,
bear with me for just five minutes longer.

Very well. What is it?

Sit down.

- All right. There.
- Now listen. Listen carefully.

Have a cigarette.
It'll soothe your nerves.

- I don't want a cigarette.
- Then you shan't have one, darling.

I want to explain to you
calmly and without emotion...

That beyond any shadow of doubt, the ghost
or shade or whatever you like to call it...

Of my first wife, Elvira,
is in this room now.

Yes, dear.

I know you don't believe me
and you're trying valiantly to humor me...

But I'm going to prove it to you.

- Promise you'll do what I ask.
- Well, that depends on what it is.

Ruth, you see this bowl of flowers
on the table?

Yes, dear, I did them myself this morning.

- Very untidily, if I may say so.
- You may not.

Very well.
I never will again, I promise.

Elvira will now carry the bowl of flowers
over to you and back again.

You will, Elvira, won't you?
Just to please me?

Well, just once, please.

Thank you.
Now watch carefully, Ruth.

Yes, dear.

Go on, Elvira.
Take them over to Ruth.

How dare you, Charles?
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

- What on earth for?
- [ Gasps ]

It's a trick. I know it's a trick.

You've been working up to this.
it's all part of some horrible plan.

It isn't. I swear it isn't.

Elvira, for heaven's sake,
do something else.

Certainly. Anything to oblige.

You want to get rid of me.
You're trying to drive me out of my mind!

- Ohl
- I'm not going to put up with this any longer!

- You must believe mel You mustl
- Let me go immediately!

- That was Elvira! I swear it was.
- Let me go.

Ruth, please!

Charles, this is madness, sheer madness.

It's some sort of autosuggestion, isn't it?
Some form of hypnotism.

- Swear to me it's only that.
- Hypnotism, my foot!

[ Screams, Whimpering ]

[ Screaming ]

Oh, my dear Mrs. Condomine,
how nice of you to call.

- I do hope it isn't inconvenient.
- Inoonvenient? Good heavens, no.

Come inside.

Oh, do go into the sitting room,
Mrs. Condomine.

[ Quiet Squawking ]

You're just in time for a cup of tea -
that is, if you don't mind China.

- Not at all.
- I never touch Indian. It upsets my vibrations.

- Well, do come and sit down.
- [Whistling ]

Good egg.
I'll have this made in a jiffy.

Madame Arcati, I'm profoundly disturbed,
and I want your help.

Splendid. I thought as much.
Now, fire away.

Well, it's most awfully difficult to explain.

[Arcati ]
Well, facts first. Explanations afterwards.

It's the facts that are so difficult to explain.
They're so fantastic.

Facts very often are.

Come now, take the plunge.
Out with it.

You've heard strange noises
in the night, no doubt.

Boards creaking, doors slamming.

Subdued moaning in the passages.

- Isn't that it?
- No, I'm afraid it isn't.

No sudden gusts of cold wind, I hope?

No. It's worse than that.

I'm all attention.

I know it sounds idiotic...

But the other night, during the séance,
something happened.

I knew it.

Probably a poltergeist.

They're enormously cunning, you know.

They sometimes lie doggo for days.

[ Squawking ]
Poltergeistl Poltergeistl

Pretty poltergeistl

[Om

Now carry on. I'm all ears.

You know my husband was married before.

Yes. I had heard it mentioned.

His first wife, Elvira,
died comparatively young.

She was convalescing from pneumonia,
and, one evening...

She began to laugh helplessly
at one of the BBC musical programs...

And died of a heart attack.

Just a moment, please.

- Now, where did she die?
- In our present house.

[ Long, Low Whistle ]

I'm beginning to see daylight.

She materialized the other evening
after I'd gone.

Not to me, but to my husband.

Capital! Capital!
Oh, but that's splendid!

At Iastl At Iastl
A genuine materializationl

- [ Humming ] ,r Da, da, da, da;
- Please sit down, Madame Arcati.

How could anyone sit down at such a moment?
It's tremendous.

I haven't had such a success
since the Sudbury case.

Nevertheless, I must insist
upon you sitting down...

And controlling your natural exuberance.

I fully appreciate your pride
in your achievement...

But I would like to point out
it's made my position in the house untenable...

And I hold you entirely responsible.

Oh, forgive me, Mrs. Condomine.
I'm being abominably selfish.

- How can I help you?
- How?

By sending her back immediately
to where she came from, of course.

Well, where is she now?

My husband's driven her into Folkestone.

Apparently she was anxious to see an old friend
of hers who's staying at the Grand.

This whole business is very difficult for Ruth.
We must be fair.

Well, she should Ieam to be more adaptable.

She probably will in time.

I doubt it, Charles.

She's got a hard mouth.
It's her mouth that gives her away.

Her mouth's got nothing to do with it.

I resent your discussing Ruth
as though she were a horse.

[ Chuckles ]

I-I take it your husband
was devoted to her.

I believe so.

Husband devoted.
[ Clears Throat ]

It was apparently
a reasonably happy marriage.

Oh, tut, tut, tut.

You say she's visible
only to your husband?

Yes.

Visible only... to husband.

Audible, too, I presume.

Extremely audible.

Evtramely... audible.

[ Clears Throat ]

Do you love her?

Yes, of course.

As much as you loved me?

Don't be silly.
It's entirely different.

You always behaved very badly...

And I'm grieved to see
that your sojourn in the other world...

Hasn't improved you in the least.

The time has come for me
to admit to you frankly, Mrs. Condomine...

That I haven't the faintest idea
how to get rid of her.

Do you mean to sit there and tell me...

That having mischievously conjured up
this ghost or spirit or whatever she is...

And placed me in a hideous position...

You are unable to do anything about it?

Well, honesty is the best policy.

But this is outrageous. I -
I ought to hand you over to the police.

You go too far, Mrs. Condomine.

I go too far? Indeed.

Do you realize what your insane,
amateur muddling has done?

I have been a professional
ever since I was a child, Mrs. Condomine.

“Amateur” is a word that I cannot tolerate.

It seems to me
to be the height of amateurishness...

To evoke malignant spirits
and not be able to get rid of them.

I resent your tone, Mrs. Condomine.
I really do.

You most decidedly have no right to.

You are to blame
for the whole horrible situation.

May I remind you that I came to your house
on your own invitation.

On my husband's invitation.

The whole thing was planned
in order for him to get material...

For a mystery story he's writing
about a homicidal medium.

Am I to understand that I was only invited
in a spirit of mockery?

No, no, no. Not at all. He merely wanted to
make notes of some of the tricks of the trade.

Tricks of the trade?

Nsu ' era - Iel

I've never been so insulted in my Iifel

I feel we have nothing more
to say to one another, Mrs. Condomine.

But, Madame Arcati, please.

Your attitude from the outset
has been most unpleasant.

Some of your remarks have been
discourteous in the extreme.

And I would like to say,
without umbrage...

That if you and your husband have been
foolish enough to tamper with the unseen...

For paltry motives
and in a spirit of ribaldry...

Whatever has happened to you
is your own fault.

[ inhales Sharply]
And to coin a phrase...

As far as I'm oonoemed,
you can stew in your own juice!

Good afternoon, Mrs. Condomine.

What on earth are you doing here?

- I've been calling on Madame Arcati.
- Whatever for?

To get rid of me, of course.
To get me exorcized.

- Is that true, Ruth?
- Is what true?

That you went to Madame Arcati
to get Elvira exorcised.

We discussed the possibilities.

There's a snake in the grass for you.

I'm afraid Elvira's sitting here.

Oh, to blazes with Elvira!

[ Clicks Tongue ] You know, Charles,
she's absolutely mined this room.

She's done nothing of the kind.
It's all a question of taste.

My poor darling Charles.

As far as taste is oonoemed,
your second marriage was a disaster.

Just look at that awful picture
and that terrifying dress.

- But what's the matter with it?
- What's the matter with what?

I think it's very charming.

Really, this situation is impossible,
and you know it.

If only you'd make an effort
to be a little more friendly to Elvira...

We might all have quite a jolly time.

I have no wish
to have a jolly time with Elvira.

She's certainly very bad-tempered, isn't she?

I can't think why you married her.

- Where is she at the moment?
- She's on the - Mmm? In the chair.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh, you are sweet, Charles darling.

I worship you.

I want to be perfectly frank
with you, Elvira.

[ Elvira ]
Hold on to your hats, boys.

I admit I did see Madame Arcati
with a view to having you exorcized.

I think if you'd been in my position,
you would have done exactly the same.

[ Charles ]
What did Madame Arcati say?

- [ Ruth ] She said she couldn't do a thing.
- Hooray.

Don't be upset, Ruth dear.
We shall adjust ourselves, you know.

You must admit it's a unique position.

I can see no reason why we shouldn't
get a great deal of fun out of it.

Fun? How can you, Charles?

- You must be out of your mind.
- Yes, I thought I was at first.

But now I must admit
I'm beginning to enjoy myself.

Oh! This is intolerable!

For heaven's sake,
don't get into another state.

I have been doing my level best
to control myself since yesterday morning...

And I am not going to do it anymore!

I don't like Elvira
any more than she likes me.

And what's more, I'm sure
I never could have - dead or alive.

If, since her untimely arrival
the other evening...

She'd shown the slightest sign of good manners,
the slightest sign of breeding...

I might have felt differently toward her.

As it is, all she's done
is try to make mischief between us...

To have private jokes with you against me.

First thing tomorrow, I'm going up to London
to interview the Psychical Research Society.

And if they fail me, I shall go straight
to the Archbishop of Canterbury.

I shall be back on the 6:45.

You and Elvira can have
the house to yourselves...

And joke and gossip with each other
to your heart's content.

It's clouding over.

- You have a genius for understatement.
- [ Car Door Slams ]

[ Engine Starts]

[ Chimes ]

iii!

Iii!

Cook. What on earth's happened?

WIITEHYJEFITIHJ

Charies.

Nothing to worry about, Mrs. Condomine.
It's only a slight strain.

Oh! I'm so relieved.
But who was in the ambulance?

That, dear, was the gardener.

[ Bradman] Men are much worse patients
than women, you know.

- Particularly highly strung men like your husband.
- Is he highly strung, do you think?

- I'm afraid he's been overworking lately.
- Ovenavorking?

He's in rather a nervous condition.
Nothing serious, you understand.

- What makes you think so?
- I know the symptoms.

What symptoms?

Oh, it's nothing to be unduly alarmed about.

A certain air of strain, an inability to focus
his eyes on the person he's talking to...

A few rather marked irrelevancies
in his conversation.

I see. Can you remember
any specific example?

Oh, yes. He suddenly shouted,
"\Nhat are you doing in the bathroom?"

And then a little later when I was
writing him a prescription...

He suddenly said,
“For heaven's sake, behave yourself.”

How extraordinary.
And how is poor Edith?

She'll be all right in a few days.
It's only a slight concussion.

- [ Door Closes]
- How does it feel now?

All right. Is this dam sling really essential?

I had hoped to drive into Folkestone
this evening.

- Be much better if you didn't.
- You could easily wait and go tomorrow.

I can't stand another of those
dreary evenings at home, Charles.

It'll drive me dotty.

Besides, I haven't seen a movie
for seven years.

- Let me be the first to congratulate you.
- What's that, old man?

Charles, do try to be sensible.
I implore you.

Sorry. I forgot.

You can drive the car
if you go very slowly and carefully.

Use your right arm as little as possible.

[ Winces ]

Thank you.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Condomine.
- Good-bye.

I'll pop around
and see you again tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Charies.

- Yes?
- Where's Elvira?

She's slipped out of the front door
with Dr. Bradman.

- Are you sure she's not here?
- Yes. Quite sure.

- Good. I want to talk to you.
- Oh, dear.

You're not going to start
making scenes again, are you?

This is a fight, Charles.

It's a duel to the death
between Elvira and me.

Melodramatic hysteria.

The poor little thing comes back trustingly
after all these years in the other world -

Elvira is about as trusting as a putt adder...

And a good deal more dangerous
into the bargain.

Dangerous?

She came here with one purpose
and one purpose only.

And if you can't see it,
you're a bigger fool than I thought you.

What purpose could she have
beyond the natural desire to see me again?

After all, you must remember she was
extremely attached to me, poor child.

Her purpose is perfectly obvious.
It's to get you to herself forever.

- That's absurd. How could she?
- By killing you off, of course.

Killing me off? You're mad.

Doesn't it strike you as peculiar
that you, Cook, Edith and Webb...

All met with violent accidents
on the same day?

Yes, but why should she want
to kill ma?

I could understand her wanting to kill you
but why me?

If you were dead,
it would be her final triumph over me.

She'd have you forever on her beastly
astral plane, and I'd be left high and dry.

She's probably planning
some sort of spiritual remarriage.

I wouldn't put anything past her.

L:TITlil

For heaven's sake, stop looking like
a wounded spaniel and concentrate.

This is serious.
I'm going to see Madame Arcati.

I don't care how cross she is.
She's got to help us.

Even if she can't get rid of Elvira...

She must know some technical method
of rendering her harmless.

L'Il be back in half an hour.
Tell Elvira I've gone to see the vicar.

- This is appalling.
- Never mind about that.

Remember now, don't give yourself away
by so much as the flick of an eyelid.

- Look out.
- What?

I-I merely said it was a nice lookout.

What is a nice lookout?

The-The weather, Elvira.

I find it very difficult to believe
that at this particular moment...

You and Ruthie can't think of anything more
interesting to talk about than the weather.

Ah, but the glass has gone down
and down and down.

It's positively macabre.

Charles and I were not
discussing the weather, Elvira.

I was trying to persuade him
not to drive you into Folkestone this evening.

It would be bad for his arm, and you can
easily wait and go tomorrow.

However, as he seems determined to place
your wishes before mine in everything...

I really have nothing further to say.

I'm sure I hope
you both enjoy yourselves very much.

Are you ready?

- What for?
- To go to Folkestone, of course.

I just want a glass of sherry first.

I don't believe you want
to take me at all.

Of course I want to take you, but I still think it would be
more sensible to wait until tomorrow. It's a filthy night.

- Oh, how familiar all this is.
- In what way familiar?

All through our married life,
I only had to suggest something...

For you immediately to start hedging me off.

I wasn't hedging you off.
I merely said that I thought-

Oh, all right. We'll spend another nice
cozy, intimate evening at home...

With Ruth sewing away
at that hideous table center...

And snapping at us like a terrier.

Ruth is perfectly aware
the table center is hideous.

It happens to be a birthday present
for her mother.

If you don't behave,
I shan't take you into Folkestone ever.

Oh, please, Charles,
don't be elderly and grand with me.

- Please let's go now.
- Not until I've had my sherry.

Besides, the car won't be back
for half an hour at least.

- What do you mean?
- Ruth's taken it.

- She had to go and see the vicar.
- What?

What's the matter?

You say that Ruth has taken the car?

Yes, to go and see the vicar,
but she won't be long.

Oh, Charles. Oh, Charles.

What are you behaving like that for?
What have you done?

Done? I haven't done anything.

- Elvira, you're lying.
- I'm not lying. What's there to lie about?

- What are you in such a state for?
- I'm not in a state. I don't know what you mean.

- You've done something dreadful.
- Don't look at me like that, Charles.

-I haven't. I swear I haven't.
- The car. That's it - the car.

No, Charles. No.

Ruth was right. You were trying to kill me.
You've done something to the car.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

- Ruth!
- [Car Departing ]

liTITlil

[ Ringing ]

Hello. Yes?

Speaking. Yes?

The bridge at the bottom of the hill.

Yes, yes. I'll come at once.

[Wind Gusts]

l:TITlil

Well, of all the filthy low-down tricks.

- [ Slaps]
- Owl Ruth!

Stop itl Get away from mel

Leave me alone! Oh!

Leave me alonel
[ Sobbing ]

Oh! Ruth!

Oh! Ruth!

Leave me alonel
[ Sobbing ]

- oh, Fluthl
- [ Slapping 1

I didn't mean it! Owl

[ Sobbing ]

[ Clock Chimes ]

[Chiming Continues]

[ Knock At Door]

Come in.

Thank you, Edith.

[ Exhales ]

[Phone Rings]

Oh.
[ Sighs ]

:HIM

Oh, hello, Mr. Condomine.

Um, I hope you won't consider this
an intrusion, Mr. Condomine...

But I felt a tremendous urge -
like a rushing wind -

so I hopped on my bike,
and here I am.

I reproach myself bitterly, you know.
I threw up the sponge.

In a moment of crisis,
I threw up the sponge...

Instead of throwing down the gauntlet.

Yes, well, whatever you threw, Madame Arcati,
I'm afraid there's nothing whatever to be done.

Oh, but there is. There is.

I found a formula.

It came to me last night, Mr. Condomine.
It came to me in a blinding flash.

I'd just finished my Ovaltine
and tumed out the light...

When I suddenly started up in bed
with a loud cry.

“Great Scottl' I said. “I've got itl”

And at 3:00 in the morning,
with my brain fairly seething...

I went to work on my crystal
for a little.

Pluck up your heart, Mr. Condomine.
All is not lost.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it, but I think we
should leave things as they are for the present.

/-l-/ - Mn Condomine?

If you7/ pardon my b/unlnass Mn Condomina,
/ #7171/(yoU7B a b/ilharing /dot

You're at liberty
to think whatever you please.

Oh, well, have it your own way,
Mr. Condomine...

But I wam you that it's no good locking
the stable door after the horse is gone.

- [ Handset Clatters ]
- Hmm!

Charles, I can't stand this house
another minute.

Really, Elvira, I'm surprised at you.

I don't care how surprised you are.
I want to go home.

- Now don't be childish.
- I'm not being childish.

Ruth has hardly left my side
for a minute.

- Well, is she here now?
- No. She's upstairs lying down.

The funeral exhausted her.

[ Murmurs]

This whole thing has been a failure.

A dreary, miserable failure,
and, oh, what high hopes I started out with.

You can't expect much sympathy
from me, you know.

I'm perfectly aware that your highest hope
was to murder me.

Don't put it like that.
It sounds so beastly.

Anyway, it was only because I loved you.

The silliest thing I ever did in my whole life
was to love you.

You were always unworthy of me.

That remark comes perilously near
impertinenoe, Elvira.

I sat there on the other side
day after day just longing for you.

I did. Really.

That was why I put myself down
for a return visit...

And had to fill in all those forms...

And wait about in drafty passages
for hours.

If only you'd died before you met Ruth,
everything might have been all right.

She's absolutely mined you.

I hadn't been in the house for a day
before I realized that.

Your books aren't a quarter as good
as they used to be either.

That's entirely untrue.

Ruth helped me and encouraged me
in my work, which is more than you ever did.

I should think that's probably
what's wrong with it.

All you thought about
was going to parties and enjoying yourself.

Well, why shouldn't I have fun?
I died young, didn't I?

You needn't have died at all
if you hadn't been idiotic enough...

To go out in that punt with Guy Henderson
and get soaked to the skin.

It was not a punt.
It was a little launch.

I don't care
if it was a three-masted schooner.

You had no right to go.

You behaved abominably over Guy Henderson.
There's no use pretending you didn't.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
Guy adored me.

And anyway, he was very attractive.

You told me distinctly
that he didn't attract you in the least.

Well, you'd have gone through the roof
if I'd told you that he did.

Anyway, you seem to forget why I went.

You seem to forget that you spent
the entire evening making sheep's eyes...

At that overblown harridan
in the false pearls.

A woman in Cynthia Cheviot's position
would hardly wear false pearls.

Well, they were practically
all she was wearing.

Yes, I'm pained to observe that seven years
in the echoing vaults of eternity...

Have in no way impaired
your native vulgarity.

That was the remark of a pompous ass.

I'm sick of these insults.
Please go away.

There's nothing I should like to do better.

You've got to get hold of that old gal again
and set her to work.

[Crying ]
I won't tolerate this another minute.

- [ Sniffling ]
- For heaven's sake, don't snivel.

She's got to get me out of this.

I want to go home.

I quite agree, and the sooner the better.

On looking back
on our married years, Elvira...

I see now with horrid clarity
that they were nothing but a mockery.

You invite mockery, Charles.

Something to do with your personality,
I think - a certain seedy grandeur.

- Now once and for all-
- You never suspected it...

But I laughed at you steadily
from the altar to the grave.

All your ridiculous petty jealousies
and your fussings and fumings.

You were feckless and irresponsible
and morally unstable.

I realized that
before we left Budleigh Salterton.

Nobody but a monumental bore...

Would have thought of having a honeymoon
in Budleigh Salterton.

And what is the matter
with Budleigh Salterton?

I was an eager young bride, Charles.

I wanted glamour and music and romance.

What I got was potted palms seven hours
of every day on a damn golf course...

And a three-piece orchestra
playing Merrie England

- Pity you didn't tell me so at the time.
- I did, but you wouldn't listen.

That was why I went out on the moors
that day with Captain Braoegirdle.

I was desperate.

You swore to me that you'd gone over
to see your aunt in Exmouth.

Mmm, it was the moors.

With Captain Bracegirdle.

[ Chuckling ]
With Captain Bracegirdle.

With Captain Brace -
l might have known it.

What a fool I was.
What a blind fool.

- Did he make love to you?
- Of course.

- Oh, Elvira.
- Only very discreetly.

He was in the cavalry, you know.

All I can say is that I'm well rid of you.

Unfortunately, you're not.

With any luck, I soon will be.

[ Rain Pouring]

[ Knocking ]

Ah, Mr. Condomine.

Well, I can't say I'm entirely surprised.

I'm afraid I've broken your -

Do come inside.

Oh, take off your coat.
Just sling it over the bannisters.

Madame Arcati, I want you
to meet my first wife, Elvira.

[ Gasps ]

Oh. Oh, my dear. How do you do?

No, she's not there.
She's, uh, in the doorway.

[ Gasps ]

Are you happy, my dear?

Tell the silly old bag
to mind her own business.

Was the journey difficult?

- Are you weary?
- Oh, she's dotty.

This is wonderful. Wonderful.
I almost have contact.

- I can sense the vibrations.
- But, Madame Arcati, she's gone in there.

[ Loud Squawk]

[ Parrot Muttering ]

How fascinating.

Very interesting.
I smell ectoplasm strongly.

What a disgusting thing to say.

Well, go on, Elvira. Don't be a spoilsport.
Give her a bit of encouragement.

Oh, all right. Not that I approve of these
Maskelyne and Devant carryings-on.

- [ Blows]
- [ Squeals]

Yes, yes. Again. Again.

- Oh!
- How's that?

This is first-rate. It really is first-rate.

Absolutely stunning.

I'm so glad you're pleased.

You darling. You little darling.

Oh, stop her fawning on me, Charles,
or I'll break something.

Madame Arcati, Elvira and I have
discussed the whole situation...

And she wishes to go home immediately.

- Home?
- Well, wherever she came from.

Oh, you don't think she'd like
to stay a few days longer...

While I try to get things
a little more organized?

No, no, no. I want to go now.

You said something about a formula.
What is it?

- Oh, very well. If you insist.
- I most emphatically do insist.

- Oh, Charles.
- Shut up.

All right.
I can't guarantee anything, you know.

- I'll do my best, but it may not work.
- What is the formula?

Nothing more than a little verse really.
It fell into disuse after the 17th century.

Oh, I shall need some pepper and salt.

Ah. Yes.

We ought of course to have some
shepherd's wort and a frog or two...

But I daresay I can manage without.

- Is this enough?
- Yes, thanks.

Now, let me see.
[ Clears Throat ]

Ah, yes. Sprinkle it, will you?

Just a soupqon.
There, right in the middle.

This is going to be a flop.
I can tell you that here and now.

Oh, steady, steady, steady.

And now a few snapdragons
out of that vase.

- There's a good chap.
- [Snaps Fingers]

[ Yelps ]

If that Mr. Emsworth of the Psychical
Research Society could see me...

He'd have a fit, he would really.

[ Laughing ]

[ Clears Throat ]
Now then, sit down, Mr. Condomine.

And rest your hands on the table,
but don't put your fingers in the pepper.

I shall switch out the lights myself.

Oh, shucksl I'd almost forgotten.

One triangle...

One half circle...

And one little dot... there.

Merlin does this sort of thing at parties
and bores us all stiff with it.

It's a waste of time.
She's a complete fake.

Anything's worth trying.

I am as anxious for it to succeed as you are.

Don't make any mistake about that,
but I'll lay you 10-to-1 it's a dead failure.

[ Clears Throat ]
Now, Mr. Condomine...

If your wife would be kind enough
to lie down on the sofa.

Go on, Elvira.

This is sheer nonsense.
Don't blame me if I get the giggles.

Concentrate. Think of nothing.

That's right. Quite right.

Now, you won't be frightened, dear, will you?
It's absolutely painless.

Arms at the sides, legs extended.

Breathe steadily.

In, out.

In, out.

Is she comfortable?

- Are you comfortable, Elvira?
- No.

Yeah, she's quite comfortable.

[ Chuckles, Clears Throat ]

I shall join you in a minute, Mr. Condomine.

I may have to go into a slight trance,
but, if I do, pay no attention.

[ Oncoming Sneeze ]

- [ Sneezes]
- [ Laughing ]

Hold on to yourself, Mr. Condomine.
Concentrate.

Oh, dear. It's the pepper.

Ghostly specter, ghoul or fiend,
nevermore be thou convened.

Shepherd's wort and holy rite
banish thee into the night.

- What a disagreeable little verse.
- Be quiet, Elvira.

Is there anyone there?
Is there anyone there?

One rap for yes.
Two raps for no.

Is there anyone there?

- [ Table Clatters ]
- Good stuff!

- Is that you, Daphne?
- [Table Clatters]

I'm sorry to bother you, dear,
but Mrs. Condomine wants to return.

- [Table Clattering ]
- Now, then, Daphne.

- Did you hear what I said?
- [ Table Clatters ]

- Can you help us?
- [Table Clattering ]

Hold on to it, Mr. Condomine.
It's trying to break away.

[Yelping ]

- What on earth's happening?
- [ Madame Arcati Whimpering ]

- [Whimpering ]
- What's the matter, Madame Arcati?

Oh, she's in one of her
blasted tranoes again...

And I'm as much here as ever I was.

- [Whimpering Continues]
- Are you hurt? Wake up.

Oh, leave her alone.
She's having a whale of a time.

If I ever do get back,
I'll strangle that ruddy little Daphne.

[ Coughing, Snorting ]

Oh. What happened?

- Nothing. Nothing at all.
- Yes, it did. Something happened.

- Yes. You fell over. That's all that happened.
- What, is she still here?

- Yes, of course.
- Something must have gone wrong.

Oh, make her do it again properly, Charles.
I'm sick of being messed about like this.

Be quiet. She's doing her best.

Something happened.
I sensed it in my trance. I felt it.

It shivered through me.

[Wind Howling]

Once and for all, Charles.
What the devil does this mean?

Well, I can't think how
I can have been such a duffer.

- I only hope you're on the right track now.
- Oh, not a doubt of it, Mr. Condomine.

I think I may confidently promise you
that, next time...

We shall be able
to kill two birds with one stone.

I can't feel your simile
is entirely fortunate.

[Wind Blowing]

[ Engine Stops, Hand Brake Sets]

[ Car Door Closes]

[ Front Door Closes]

[Arcati ]
Mind my crystal, Mr. Condomine.

- [ Exhales]
- Ahl

Well, now that we've returned
to the scene of the crime, as it were...

Everything will be plain sailing.

- [Charles Coughs]
- Are they gone?

- No.
- Oh.

Are they gone now?

No.

Are they gone now?

Hickory rod and birch in bud...

Toad in the hole and toad in the mud...

Broomstick, bracken and Halloween...

Make these furious spirits seem...

Nothing more than a ghastly dream.

[ Garlic Cloves Clatter ]

Are they still here?

Yes.

[ Chimes ]

End of Round 6.

Oh, well, cheer up, Mr. Condomine.

Rome wasn't built in a day, you know.

[ Sighs ] This is definitely one of the most
frustrating nights I've ever spent.

Hmm. The reply to that is pretty obvious.

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

[ Elvira]
Oh, skip it.

Thank you, Mr. Condomine.

Oh, if you'll excuse me, I'll just have
another of those delicious sandwiches.

I'm as hungry as a hunter.

- Would you like a glass of been
- No, thank you. Better not.

Now look here, Charles,
this has gone far enough.

We've stood up, we've Iain down.

We've concentrated,
we've sat interminably...

While that tiresome old woman recited
extremely unflattering verses at us.

We've endured five séances.

We've watched her fling herself
in and out of trances until we're dizzy.

And at the end of it, we find ourselves
exactly where we were at the beginning...

And I'm exhausted.

Well, I'm just as...
exhausted as you are.

I've been doing
all the blasted table tapping.

Looks as if Elvira and I will have
to stay together indefinitely in this house.

You're not going to stay
indefinitely in this house.

With you then.
We shall have to be with you.

Oh, I don't see why.

Why don't you take a cottage somewhere?

You called us back.

I've already explained till I'm black in the face
that I did nothing of the sort.

Madame Arcati says you did.

Madame Arcati is a muddling old fool.

If she can't get us back, she can't. That's that.
We must try to think of something else.

She must get you back.
Anything else is unthinkable.

There's gratitude for you.

You called us back, and you've done nothing
but try to get rid of us ever since we came.

- Hasn't he, Elvira?
- He certainly has.

And now, owing to your idiotic inefficiency,
we find ourselves in this mortifying position.

We're neither fish, flesh, fowl nor...
whatever it is.

[ Together ]
Good red herring.

Are the girls getting despondent?

- Yes, I'm afraid they are rather.
- Oh. We mustn't give up hope.

Chin up, never give in.
That's my motto.

This schoolgirl phraseology
is driving me mad.

- [ Chimes]
- Now, then.

Now, then what?

What do you say if we have another séanoe
and really put our shoulders to the wheel?

Make it a real rouser.

If we're not very careful,
she'll materialize a hockey team.

Charles, I implore you
not to let her have another séanoe.

Now listen, Madame Arcati,
before you go into any further trances...

I think we should discuss
the situation a little.

Good. An excellent idea.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, fire away, Mr. Condomine.

Well, my wives and I have
been talking it over...

And they're both still absolutely convinced
that I somehow or other called them back.

Very natural.

And I'm equally convinced
that I did not.

Well, neither of them could have appeared
unless there had been somebody -

some psychic subject -in the house
who wished for them.

- Yes, well, it wasn't me.
- Perhaps it was Dr. Bradman.

I never knew he cared.
[ Giggling ]

I believe I've been
barking up the wrong tree.

- How do you mean?
- The Sudbury case.

- I don't understand.
- There's no reason why you should.

It was before your day.
I wonder. Oh, I wonder.

What was the Sudbury case?
I wish you would explain.

It was the case that made me famous,
Mr. Condomine.

It was what you might describe
in theatrical parlanoe as my first smash hit.

I had letters from all over the world
about it, especially India.

What did you do?

I dematerialized old Lady Sudbury...

After she'd been firmly entrenched
in the private chapel for over 17 years.

- How? Can you tell me how?
- Chance. A fluke.

I happened on it
by the merest coincidence.

- What fluke? What did you do?
- All in good time. Wait.

Now, who was present
during our first séance?

Only the Bradmans and Ruth
and me and yourself.

To be sure. To be sure.

But the Bradmans aren't here tonight,
are they?

- No.
- Quickly. My crystal.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Drat the thing, it gives me the pip.
It's cloudy again.

That's better.
It's there again. Ifs there again.

- I'm beginning to understand.
- I wish I was.

- What's there again?
- It's a bandage. A white bandage.

[ Gasps ]

Hold on to a white bandage.

- I haven't got a white bandage.
- Shh!

She's too good, you know.
She ought to be in a circus.

Be you in nook or cranny, answer me.

Be you in still room or closet,
answer me.

Be you behind the panel,
above the stairs, beneath the eaves...

Waking or sleeping, answer mel

Well, that ought to do it
or I'm a Dutchman.

- Do what?
- Shh, shh, shhl Wait.

It's near.

It's near. It's very near.

[ Elvira]
If it's a ghost, I shall scream.

[Switch Clicks]

Did you ring, sir?

Bandage. A white bandage.

- No, Edith.
- I'm sorry, sir.

I could've swom I heard the bell
or somebody calling.

I was asleep.
I don't rightly know which it was.

Come here, child.

Oh.

Well, go on. Go to Madame Arcati.

It's quite all right.

Who do you see in this room, child?

- Oh, dear.
- Answer, please.

- You, Madame.
-Goon

The master.

- Anyone else?
- Oh, no, Madame.

- Look again.
- I don't understand, sir.

Oh, come child,
don't beat about the bush.

Look again.

Do you see anyone else now?

- Oh, no, Madame.
- She's lying.

- Madame.
- They always do.

'Tm->y'?

[Arcati ]
Where are they now?

By the piano.
[ Gasps ]

She can see them.

Do you mean to say she can see them?

Probably not very clearly, but enough.

Let me go. I haven't done nothin'
nor seen anybody.

Let me go back to bed.

[Whispering ]
Get her a sandwich.

I don't want a sandwich.
I want to go back to bed.

- Oh, nonsense.
- Here you are, Edith.

A big, healthy gin like you
saying no to a delicious sandwich?

I never heard of such a thing.

- Sit down, dear.
- Please, sir, l-

Now go on, Edith,
do as Madame Arcati says.

If she's been the cause
of all this unpleasantness...

I shall give her a week's notice tomorrow.

You may not be here tomorrow.

Now look at me, Edith.

[ Lilting ]
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.

Oh, dear. What's the matter with hen
Is she barmy?

Here, Edith. This is my finger. Look.

Have you ever seen
such a long, long, long finger before?

Now it's on the left.
Now it's on the right.

Backwards and forwards it goes.
Very quietly. See?

Backwards and fo rvvards-

Tick-toCk. Tick-tOCk.

The mouse ran up the clock.

Be quiet. You'll spoil everything.

Tick-toCk. Tick-tOCk.

Tick-toCk. Tick-tOCk.

Tick-toCk. Tick-tOCk.

Tick-toCk. Tick-tOCk.

J* Rumpty-tumty tiddle-lee-um
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[Snaps Fingers]

- So far, so good. She's off, all right.
- OH?

She's a natural,
just the same as the Sudbury case.

Really, it's the most amusing coincidence.

Now then, if you'd ask your wives
to stand close together, please.

- Yes, yes. Where?
- Over there by the window.

Night.

Ruth, Elvira.
[Snapping Fingers]

- I resent being ordered about like this.
- I'm afraid I must insist.

I don't like this.

I don't like any of it.

I feel peculiar.

It would serve you right
if we flatly refused to do anything at all.

Are you sorry for having been
so mischievous, Edith?

Oh, yes, Madame.

You know what to do now,
don't you, Edith?

Oh, yes, Madame.

I believe it's going to work,
whatever it is.

Oh, Charles.
This is good-bye, Charles.

Make her stop for a minute, Charles.
There's something I want to say before I go.

You should have thought of that before.
Too late now.

-Well, of all the mean, ungrateful-
- Charles, listen a moment.

[Amari 1
Lights.

[ Edith, OH-key]
J I'll be loving you J*

J Always J*

J With a love that's true J*

J Always J*

,r When the things you plan
need a helping hand ,r

- I saw Captain Bracegirdle again, Charles.
Several times. - Ju* [ Continues, Indistinct ]

I went to the Four Hundred with him twice
while you were in Nottingham.

And I must say that I couldn't have
enjoyed myself more.

Don't think you're getting rid of us
so easily, my dear.

You may not be able to see us,
but we shall be here all right.

[ Ruth] I consider you've behaved
atrociously over the whole miserable business.

[Voice Fades Away]

- J Need a helping hand J
- They've gone.

- J I will understand J
- They've really gone.

Splendidl [Claps Hands]
Hurrahl We've done it.

; AlwayS J'J'

That's quite enough singing
for the moment, Edith.

Hadn't you better wake her up?
She might bring them back again.

Wake up, child.

Wh-Where am I?

It's all right, Edith.
You can go to bed now.

But I was in bed.
How did I get down here?

I rang, Edith.
I rang the bell, and you answered it.

Did I drop off?
Do you think it's my concussion?

Now off you go, Edith.
Thank you very much.

Thank you very much indeed.

Oh, sir, whatever for?

Oh, sirl

- [ Door Slams]
- Well, what on earth did she mean by that?

[Arcati Chuckles, Inhales]

[ Exhales]
Gollyl What a night.

I'm ready to drop in my tracks.

I'm deeply grateful to you,
Madame Arcati.

I don't know what arrangements
you generally make...

But I trust that you'll
send in your account in due course.

Good heavens, Mr. Condomine.
It was a pleasure.

I shouldn't dream of such a thing.

Would you like to stay?
There's a spare room, you know.

No, thanks.
Each to his own nest.

I'll pedal home in a jiffy.
It's only seven miles.

Ch, I'll collect my tackle later on.

Perhaps you'd give me the pleasure
of lunching with you one day.

When you come back,
I shall be delighted.

Come back?

Take my advice, Mr. Condomine,
and go away immediately.

But- What, you don't mean -

This must be an unhappy house
for you, Mr. Condomine.

There must be memories both grave and gay
in every comer of it.

-Also-
-Also what?

There are more things in heaven and earth,
Mr. Condomine.

Just go. Pack up your traps and go,
as soon as possible.

[ Hushed]
You don't mean they might still be here?

40uién sabe? As the Spanish say.

Hmm. I think I will take your advice,
Madame Arcati. Thank you very much.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, good-bye, Mr. Condomine.
It's been fascinating.

From first to last, fascinating.

Oh, don't bother to see me out.
I can find my way.

Cheerio once more.
And good hunting.

[ Door Opens, Closes]

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Are you there?

Yes, I know dam well you are there.

I just want to tell you there's no use
your hanging around any longer...

Because I'm going away.

I'm going a long way away.

Somewhere where I don't believe
you'll be able to follow me.

I don't believe ghosts
can travel over water.

Is that quite clear, my darlings?

You said in one
of your more acid moments, Ruth...

That I'd been hagridden all my life.

How right you were.

But now I'm free, Ruth dear...

Not only of Elvira and Mother
and Mrs. Winthrop-Llewellyn...

But free of you too.

And I should like to take
this farewell opportunity...

Of saying that I'm enjoying it immensely.

Oh. Thank you.

You were very silly, Elvira, to think I didn't
know all about you and Captain Braoegirdle.

I did.

And what you didn't realize was that I was
extremely attached to Paula Westlake at the time.

[ Engine Starts, Revs]

Good-bye for the moment, my dears.

I expect we're bound to meet again
one day, but until we do...

I'm going to enjoy myself
as I've never enjoyed myself before.

[Tires Squealing ]

[Tires Squealing, Car Crashes ]

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