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It's just the first draft.

I can improve it.

It's a solid effort, Meryl.

I've never written fiction before.

It's a touching story about love sought and love denied.

You're dealing with the most complex of human emotions here. Even fully matured

mortals have trouble grasping its subtleties.

It's like I sense how my character should feel, yet I can't seem to connect

those feelings.

The transformation from human to vampire causes that disconnection, and that's

precisely what we're trying to restore here.

Sometimes I think it's hopeless.

Like I've lost what I can never get back.

Give it time.

Give it.

Is this a road up?

It's thunder.

Can you hear it?

Can't hear anything.

Are you all right?

I can't breathe.

It's just a murder.

It's just a murder.

When the great eclipse plunged the world into darkness, the vampire race erupted

in a civil war.

The bloodthirsty fury battled with the enlightened elders for domination of the

undead. In desperation, the elders gathered up those young vampires that

be saved and entrusted them to me.

To humanize them, to tame their instincts, and teach them how to live

mortals.

A creature of darkness.

A vampire's life could appear romantic and exciting.

But to vampires themselves, their lives, driven by instinctual needs, seem

stale and repetitive.

They long for change.

Thank you.

Okay, I'm here. So, uh, what's so important?

Something strange happened with Professor Murdoch on me.

You and Murdoch?

I thought this was about, uh, me and you, you know, our appointment with

destiny. Marty, this is important.

Can you once, just once? Okay. All right.

Fine.

Professor Murdoch was talking to me about my short story, and then suddenly

began coughing and gagging.

Not bad, eh?

So much for your literary future.

He couldn't breathe.

I thought he was going to suffocate. I just saw him, Meryl. He's fine.

I know, but it was weird.

Look, he pretends to lead this healthy life, but he's probably sneaking out for

burgers and milkshakes.

Read the papers.

Come on, middle -aged men live unhealthy lives. Get him jogging and eating

broccoli. He'll be fine.

Something else was odd.

Right before he started choking, he said he heard thunder.

The night was perfectly clear.

Marilyn, Margaret, Marjorie.

Can you believe it?

What are you talking about?

Professor Murdoch met with me about my math assignment.

He forgot my name.

He called me Marilyn.

I just looked at him.

He tried Margaret.

I gathered my books and stood up.

Marjorie, he said.

I turned, walked to the door, and said, Do I look like a Marilyn, a Margaret, a

Marjorie?

He must be working too hard.

Looks like a storm coming.

Dr. Murdoch?

What are you all doing here?

It's 10 .30.

It's time for class?

Yes.

Yes, of course it is.

So, uh, what is it we're working on today?

Uh, chapter five, Napoleon at Elba.

Right.

Dr. Murdoch?

Somebody call the doctor.

The doctor found nothing wrong.

Says Murdoch just needs some sleep.

Classes are canceled for the night.

Teachers away.

Vamps will play.

I'm going midnight bowling. You need takers? For sure.

Hey, aren't we forgetting the rules here?

A night of bowling has minimum human contact.

Actually, a lot of people believe that bowlers are another race entirely.

Like golfers.

You and bowling. Am I missing something?

The pins stand up so straight and tall.

I knock them down.

I don't know.

It speaks to me something very deep and primal.

Want to come? No, a little too touchy -feely for me. Hello?

What about Professor Murdoch?

He's aging. He'll be fine.

Catch up with you.

Drew, aren't you worried?

The man works two shifts.

He's run down.

Marty, come on.

The man's hearing things that aren't there.

What do you want from me? I need to investigate what's going on.

Hmm. A night out or rummaging through Murdoch's office.

It's a tough choice.

Precisely the answer I expect from a passive -aggressive.

Passive -aggressive?

Same old pattern, same old behavior.

What psycho -mumble -jumble are you talking about now, Meryl? You're timid,

Marty. When faced with a challenge, you put your head in the sand.

Typical.

Anything that's going on in his life that might explain it. What was that?

Me.

Must have been the blood was off.

Stay away.

Stay away, please.

I'm looking for a woman who died over 30 years ago.

Best looking ghost I ever saw.

Love the bees, love the hair.

Very 70s.

How's Murdoch?

He's developed pneumonia.

Is he going to be okay?

They put him on antibiotics.

Well, does he know the woman?

He has no memory of her.

Doesn't know who she is or what she could possibly want.

Well, did you read his mind?

It was a huge block.

I couldn't get through.

I don't know how anybody could block beauty like that.

Extreme trauma.

Emotional pain.

Anything powerful enough to shut me out?

Nothing's matching her description.

Whoever she is, she can't be found.

Oh, here's the fact you can use in your search.

I overheard the doctor say that Murdoch had suffered from this condition before.

Yeah? The odd part is that he's had a reoccurrence every year since 1971.

Okay, so he's chronic.

It's happened exactly on the same day, same month, each time.

Well, then let's check today's date.

All right.

April 14th, 1971.

Let's see what mysteries lie beneath this day in history.

Let me guess.

Sherry? Aren't you bowling?

I'd bowl a perfect game now. The challenge is gone.

I thought you and her were over.

Maybe.

If you're not careful, you could kill her.

I checked it out.

Vampires can love mortals without putting them at risk.

Yeah, who says?

Tested it myself. I was right there beside her, up close and personal, and I

didn't fang out.

Look, I wouldn't risk hurting Sherry. I just want to be with her. You can

understand that.

All I understand is that love between mortals is one thing. Love between

vampires and mortals is something completely different. No, it can't be

different. The feelings are the same. Right.

A mortal always risks killing the one he loves.

I broke it off in an instant.

I never told her why.

You left it at that?

Yeah. I just vanished from her life.

Well, the first thing you have to do is apologize.

I don't know.

What can I say without revealing the truth?

You say, I don't expect you to forgive me.

This is very important. Girls love it when guys say that.

It gives them permission to keep being angry at you.

Absolute surrender.

Exactly. And then you tell them you treated them badly and that you're

to do anything to make it up to them.

That's it.

You got any gifts?

No,

that'll do. That'll do.

It comes across as very personal, very intimate.

I drew it from memory. Besides, I haven't sketched in years.

No, no, no, no.

It's perfect.

It shows that your love is raw and passionate and like a rough diamond. And

need her to smooth the edges over.

Okay.

You think so?

Hey, it's a beginning.

We're dealing with a mortal here.

And a woman to boot.

I must have done about 50 searches on the web trying to find out the

significance of April 14th, 1971.

You find absolutely nothing?

Well, on the contrary.

Come here.

On that very day in Milan, Italy, a woman introduced the world's first

pizza.

No. No.

What we're looking for is something to link the ghost to Murdoch.

Finally, the supernatural shoe is on the other foot.

Ain't that news?

Don't even think about telling that to the others.

Why not?

Because whatever we find out is private. Doesn't concern anybody else.

Why are you protecting Dr. Murdoch, Meryl?

He's my teacher, in case you've forgotten.

Just what exactly is that pseudo -maven of the mystical teaching you, anyway?

You're really a very boxed personality, aren't you, Marty?

Cut out the psychobabble, Meryl. Your sense of self is so limited, you'll do

anything for a cheap laugh.

Say anything to put someone else down.

When I think about it, it's really very sad.

Okay. You can shut up now.

It's a sign.

It's some kind of message.

Okay. If ghosts can make drawers open and close and make strange noises and

through walls, why can't they just tell us the message instead of making us go

through all this?

Ghosts are non -corporal. All they can do is manipulate energy.

So she likes fishing.

Great.

Cool it, okay?

Marty. So they knew each other.

Then why has he blocked her out?

Let me get another.

Sign. This would be so much easier if she could talk.

Okay.

Now that's cool.

One second she's here, and the next second she's gone.

Here's something from the Bulwark's Guide to Ghosts and Goblins.

You mean somebody actually put ghosts and goblins in the title of a book?

It's standard reference work.

The repressed memory of the haunty can only be fully unlocked through the

intimate dialogue with the haunter.

So Murdoch has to talk to the ghost in order to get his memory back.

Exactly. It'll help him unlock any memories that might be locked in his

subconscious. And help us help him. Why don't your books on vampiric lore sound

like they're badly translated from the Romanian?

Because they were.

Well, it's time for a new edition.

You see much demand, Marty? Not for this book.

Doesn't make any sense.

How is Murdoch supposed to talk to the ghost when the ghost can't even speak?

To give voice to a ghost, a corporal entity must allow the ghost to enter

body. In this manner, the ghost speaks through the body of the corporal entity,

the host.

You gotta be kidding.

What? Nothing.

Uh -uh.

You read something.

It is cautioned that the ghost, upon taking residence in the body, can refuse

to leave and takes possession of the host's soul.

That would be you, Meryl.

It won't happen.

Why take the risk?

Because Murdoch's lungs are filling up with water.

The doctors keep on emptying them out, but they keep on filling up again.

Within 12 hours, both of his lungs will be full of water.

And then?

Murdoch drowns.

We have to get him back to his room before the nurse returns.

What if his ghost doesn't show up?

Then he dies. Well, don't do this, please, I beg you.

Save your strength.

Where is she?

She'll come.

Hey, would it help if I sang?

She has to show.

She must.

There's a connection between the two that won't die.

I can almost feel it.

If I could only feel it, then maybe...

Meryl?

Fred?

Can you hear me, Reg?

It's all right.

Reg, it's all right.

You can remember now.

The waves keep coming.

It's so cold.

I can't feel my fingers.

I can't hold on much longer.

You have to let me go, Rich. No. Please.

If you don't, we'll both drown.

No, never.

I can't. Oh, God, Chelsea, I can't hold you. I can't hold you.

No!

Chelsea!

Look at me, Rach.

Look at me.

I came back each year trying to tell you not to punish yourself.

But you wouldn't remember.

I couldn't live with that.

I know.

Tell me you can forgive yourself.

Can you forgive me?

It's love that makes it worthwhile.

And with love comes the possibility of rejection and loss.

You're a card, Marty.

And one hell of a Ghostbuster.

My students must learn to know both love and loss.

To feel them in all their complexity.

For only then can they become truly human.