Original subtitles

...to bring fire energy to pierce the night.

It is the midnight hour of ancient power.

Dark light of the underworld, be my guide.

Sync and corrections by R3V0LV3R.

Hollywood Tower Hotel. Front Desk.

Yes, be right up in a moment, sir.

I think she's... Wait. Is she on her way?

Ow.

- Don't even think about it. - I didn't know anybody was in there!

How do you think she moved, Olivier?

I don't know. I thought she was animatronic.

- I'm really sorry. - An honest mistake.

- I'll send the check to your agency. - Oh, listen, how'd I do?

- Did you believe I was, like, a-a-a real doctor? - Oh, absolutely.

'Cause I hate doctors, and right now I hate you.

- Incredible. - Really?

- Yeah. Oh, great. I'll see you. - Thanks!

- I'm also available for other things. - Of course you are. You're fantastic.

- Do you do commercials? - Oh, I do all the time.

Do not grow up to be an actor.

"Talking dog possessed by spirit of Mr. Ed?"

"Frozen ghost found in freezer?"

- How do you think this stuff up? - It's a gift.

Really strange gift.

- Is any of it true? - Hey, don't kid yourself.

Aside from sports and obits, most legit papers are just as bogus.

Truth doesn't count. Selling papers counts.

Did you ever want to write something real?

I gotta jam, honey.

Hi.

- Thanks, Trish. I owe you. - I know.

- And you can start by... - Oh... Almost forgot.

For helping me out.

- It's the one, right? - Yes! Oh, you're wicked great.

Thanks.

Hey, what about our deal? You gotta help me plant trees.

Well, I'm on deadline. I-I-I'll call you.

- When? - Later.

You're the best!

You know, someday,

your uncle is gonna wake up to find he's not a kid anymore.

I hope not.

Well, it's you and me planting trees.

Oh, Mama, I can't. I got homework.

That takes priority, right?

Great.

Los Angeles Banner city desk.

No one's available right now. Can I take a message for you?

I need that storm drain piece today, Tony.

The jury broke for lunch. I was hungry.

- All right, all right, I'll go back. - Thank you, and thank you.

- Jill, the new fluorescents are here. - Yup.

Oh, finally. I'm about to go blind.

- Uh, Jill. - Hmm?

He's here again.

You know what? Tell him I'm upstairs all day, all right?

And, Chloe, just be nice to him. All right?

Jilly! Gotta go.

I got something huge, and I'm comin' to you first.

- Hello, Buzzy. How are you? - You know.

Comfortable?

Here it is. Recycling rip-off.

My sources tell me that a Mondo supermarket chain in L.A...

has got a scam in which they're double-dipping on cans,

ripping off both the recycling companies and the public.

- You interested? - No.

"No?" No? What no?

- This is like national headlines! - Nope.

Okay.

Hey, I'm not pushing.

This is your loss. Sorry to bother you.

Um...

do you remember that crummy little seafood place in Malibu...

where the fish kind of taste like shoes?

Yeah.

Um, I was just thinking that...

maybe you and I could go back there and...

see if they forgot how you tried to rescue those lobsters...

and have dinner together.

Why, Buzzy?

'Cause I miss you, Jill.

What is it you miss?

Is it me?

Or all this?

It was just a thought.

You didn't answer my question.

Mr. Galvao, let me help you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Buzzy.

- What have you got in here? - Prunes. Don't ask.

- How's your mother doing? - My mother?

My mother died about ten years ago, Mr. Galvao.

Oh.

I think I just let a ghost in your apartment.

- Hello. - Who are you?

Oh, you look exactly as I had pictured.

Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

My name is Abigail Gregory, and you're Buzzy Crocker,

- and I have read all of your work. - My work?

- You're a fan? - Why not?

Your insight into the supernatural is very impressive.

- Lucky me. - Yeah.

- So what do you want, an autograph? - Oh, no.

No, no. I have a story for you.

Oh, really? Abducted by aliens?

Uh, no.

Does this building look familiar?

Yeah, that's the Hollywood Tower Hotel.

Halloween night, 1939, five people disappeared mysteriously from the elevator,

including Sally Shine, child movie star.

Made little Sally a legend.

Tell me something I don't know.

All right, I'll tell you what really happened that night.

Oh, yeah, lady? And how's that?

Because, young man,

I was there.

My family lived at the hotel.

Halloween is my birthday, but there was no celebration that horrible night...

because of her, Emmeline Partridge.

- She was Sally... - Sally Shine's nanny. Looks like a real witch.

She was indeed a witch.

It was her black magic that made Sally and the others disappear.

"Black magic?"

Oh, everybody loved Sally.

Everyone except Miss Partridge,

and she hated the poor girl.

And on that terrible night,

her hatred cost Sally her life.

Sally Shine also lived in the hotel,

and that night she was coming home from a publicity trip,

unaware of the evil trap Miss Partridge had set for her.

But I knew because I saw.

Earlier that night, I-I followed Miss Partridge into the hotel basement...

and what I saw there I'll never forget.

She was a witch,

and from the Book of Souls she summoned...

the black powers of the underworld to curse poor Sally.

The evil magic she conjured was too strong. She couldn't control it.

And later that night it swallowed her along with Sally...

and the other innocent people on that elevator.

Uh-huh?

Are you sure you weren't abducted by aliens?

Don't you mock me! I have lived my whole life...

with the memory of what happened that horrible night!

Lady, calm down!

Now how come you didn't ever tell anybody about this before?

Because no one believed me!

I-I try to forget, but every Halloween...

the stories begin again.

It's a curse.

I know the truth, but no one believes me.

But then, I read your work.

You believe in the occult.

Y-You could write a story about what really happened.

My word.

Look, I-I hate to bust your strange, little bubble, but...

The stuff I write, it's bogus. I make it up.

You see this ghost? It's my little niece, in a sheet from my bed.

Look, it's got stripes.

I don't believe you.

Now we're even. So why don't you just be on your little ol' way?

- No. Wait. I have proof. - What?

This is the key that unlocks the basement room...

where Miss Partridge cast her evil spell.

Now the hotel has been empty since then,

but her Book of Souls must still be there.

If you could just find that book,

it would make everybody see that I was telling the truth.

Why don't you go get it?

Oh, I, uh... I-I couldn't go back there.

The memories are just too painful.

- Look, I don't know about this. - But...

Buzzy, this is your chance to write a story...

that people have been wanting to read for 60 years.

And I'm giving it to you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait. Come here.

S-Sorry, sorry, chief. I just loved doing that.

Here. Come on. Here.

- W-Walnut? - No, thanks.

You're not Chris Todd, are you?

Call me Q like in quartermaster.

- If you need it, I can get it for ya. - Oh.

Well, thanks for meeting me here, Q.

No problemo, man. This is my busy season.

Around Halloween, everybody wants to know about Sally Shine.

It, uh, helps the cash flow. Oh, yeah, sure.

So, uh, what do you do, Q?

- Caretaker or something? - My great granddaddy built this place.

Gran... Well, that means...

That means my grandpa was Dewey Todd,

the bellhop who disappeared that night.

I'm a legacy, man,

with expenses.

Mostly, I'm a car mechanic.

Being caretaker, that ain't no big deal.

I just pay the taxes and hire maintenance dudes...

to keep the place from falling down.

- Who pays you? - The estate.

Great grand-dude was so freaked out by what happened,

he closed the place up.

It's in his will. Nobody touches nothing...

till somebody figures out what happened to Grandpa Dewey.

Spooky, huh?

- What did happen? - No clue.

But I'm the last living relative, man.

When the mystery gets solved, I inherit the works.

Cha-ching.

- Comin'? - What, are you kiddin', man?

No way. This place is haunted.

Yeah, right.

Hmm.

Oh.

Bingo.

She's right.

Okay.

"I call forth the might of the starry realm...

to once again bring fire energy to pierce the night."

"The spell of passion can only be counted by its contrary."

Who writes this stuff?

Merlin, would you try to conjure me up a little help here?

Uh, it's a great story, and it's true, sort of.

That's a picture of the hotel's most famous ghost,

- but, uh, you know... - No.

- No, absolutely not! - Oh, Trish, Trish, Trish. Trish, come on.

- I thought you wanted a true story! - I do! Of course I do.

I just need something visual. You know, it's like artwork.

Well, you're not using Anna. Last time you nearly got her head cut off.

Come on, Trish. It's not dangerous this time.

- There's nothing sharp, I swear! - Buzzy, Buzzy,

I don't criticize what you do for a living.

I don't. I just don't like Anna being part of these phony stories.

- But... - Mom, this one isn't phony.

It's a cool story that people care about,

and it could get Uncle Buzzy back into a real newspaper.

- Please? - Please?

I'm not comfortable with this.

Mom, most of the stuff in papers is bogus anyway.

At least this is real.

Did your Uncle Buzzy tell you that?

Let's roll.

What is this?

Man! Man!

I can't even get a spark.

Why don't you try connecting the battery?

You're good, chief. You are very good.

- So, uh, what do these ghosts look like? - Never saw one.

- I thought you said the place was haunted. - It is. I've never been inside.

You've never been inside?

No way, dude. It's haunted.

- Uncle Buzzy, I'm not coming out. - Uh...

Look, I got an actress coming over in a little bit.

- Will you send her on in? - 10-4.

Ah, there you go.

Good morning. Hmm.

Anna?

- Anna? - If my friends see this, my life is over.

Perfect!

You look great! Ah, come on. Beautiful.

Look, by the time I doctor the pictures, no one will recognize you anyway.

If they do, I'm moving to France.

Excuse me. You called for an actress?

I'm, um... I'm Claire. Claire Poulet.

- I'm, uh, Buzzy Crocker. - Oh.

This is my niece.

- Anna. - Hi.

"Poulet"? That's chicken in French.

Oh, don't tell me that. Really?

Wait. The agency sent you?

What's wrong?

Oh, it's the dress, right? It's too much.

I knew it. I've got others. I-I'll go change.

No, no, no, it's not the dress. It's just you're too young.

Miss Partridge... She's an old witch.

Oh. Perfect.

Another "too" job.

Too young, too old, too skinny, too fat.

Too everything, but what you need.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

Miss Poulet, wait, wait, wait.

Uh, I-I think you're gonna be just fine.

I retouch the photos anyway, so...

- You're not just saying that? - No, you're gonna be great.

Could we do this? I don't want to be in...

- Did you hear that? - I don't hear anything.

- It's music. - Where's it coming from?

Wait here.

- I told you to wait. - I want to see too.

Hey, no music.

Stay close.

"It's raining, it's pouring."

"The old man is snoring."

"He went to bed and he bumped his head."

"And he couldn't get up in the morning."

"It's raining, it's pouring."

"The old man is snoring."

"He went to bed and he bumped his head"

I think I want to be someplace else.

"And he couldn't get up in the morning."

It-It's a dummy.

- You know, I could have been an actor. - Oh?

Except that I can't act.

It's haunted! It's really haunted!

- What happened? - There was... There was this green rain!

Uh-huh! It was coming down!

A-A-And then this singing! There was singing!

And there was this guy with his head chopped off!

Off! His head off!

His head cut off! I'm tellin' ya, I think my brain's gonna explode!

- What are we gonna do? - I don't know. Yes, I do know.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, we bring Jill down here from the Banner.

She's gotta see this for herself!

This is the most incredible story in history.

I can prove there are real ghosts.

Tomorrow's Halloween.

Jill! We gotta talk.

- No, not today, Buzzy. - Yes, today!

Because you've gotta forget everything else I've ever pitched to you.

I've got something that's gonna blow you away!

Okay. What?

When? Halloween, 1939.

Where? The Hollywood Tower Hotel.

Who? Sally Shine and four others.

What? They all disappeared mysteriously...

- from the elevator. - Everybody knows that story.

Wrong! Nobody knows the story, because nobody's got what I got.

I got the "why."

I got why the biggest child star in history went...

Okay. How?

Abigail Gregory.

She lived there, and she saw everything.

Okay, so what happened? Where did everybody go?

That's the best part.

- They didn't. - Excuse me?

They didn't go anywhere.

They're still at the hotel. They're ghosts.

No, I mean they're really...

Ghosts.

- Get out. - I'm serious.

- Out! No, out. - I'm serious! Come with me! See for yourself!

- No, let go of me. - I swear this isn't bogus. I can prove it!

- I saw it all myself! - Let go! No!

- This is the biggest story of my life! - Stop!

Buzzy, why does it always have to be about the biggest story of your life?

Why can't it just be about the truth?

This is the truth.

That's what you said five years ago.

Jill.

Jill.

I really need this one.

What you need, Buzzy,

is to find the voice you lost a long time ago.

Buzzy...

don't come back here anymore.

- Chloe. - Uh-huh?

I need you to do a background check for me...

- on an Abigail Gregory. - Okay.

Mom, I wanna stay.

We're going trick-or-treating.

Mom, yes, I'm telling the truth.

I gotta go. I'll call ya.

She didn't buy it.

It doesn't matter. Wait till you hear what Abigail found.

This is far more disturbing than I imagined.

Good. I could use some cheering up.

Miss Partridge used black magic to banish Sally to the underworld...

for an eternity of pain.

The spells are all right here.

- Nice nanny. - But it didn't work.

Well, to complete the curse,

the witch has to have an identifier, something that belonged...

to the intended victim.

Don't tell me this is Sally Shine's hair?

But she had no identifiers for the rest of the people on the elevator.

So instead of zapping Sally, the curse kind of half zapped everyone,

including Miss Partridge.

- Mmm, what's this? - "E.P." Emmeline Partridge.

If I read this correctly,

the spell trapped those people in limbo between this world and the next.

The ghosts are stuck in the hotel, but we can still help them.

Tomorrow night is All Hallow's Eve, the night of the curse.

- That's your birthday, right? - Well, yes, it's the one night...

that I could use this book to break the spell...

and release those poor souls.

So like a seance, huh?

Uh, no, a conjuring.

But we would need items from each of the victims to undo the curse.

We can find the stuff ourselves.

Let's do it, Uncle Buzzy.

- You know a lot about this stuff, Abigail. - I've lived my whole life...

with the knowledge of what happened that night...

and with the hope that one day...

I could put things right again.

- We gotta do it. - Oh.

"The spell of passion can only be countered by its contrary.

"O spirit of the east stone, ancient one of air,

I call you to attend the circle."

Why is this story so important to you?

I guess...

I haven't written about something I believed in in a long time.

So I guess the truth does count.

Gilbert London and Carolyn Crosson.

He was an actor dude, and she was supposed to sing at the Halloween party.

The both of them had rooms, but I'm not sure which.

We'll find them.

And, um...

this beauty belonged to Granddad Dewey.

From Grandma's cedar chest to you.

- Oh, thank you, Q. - Don't thank me.

If you crack this case, I get me a hotel.

What about Miss Partridge?

Beware of her.

Evil does not die.

Well, on that happy note...

let's start the scavenger hunt!

Chief, is finding this stuff really gonna get rid of the ghosts?

- Sure you won't come? - Oh, no, dear. I have to prepare.

But you be careful.

- Happy Birthday, Abigail. - Oh, thank you.

- So what's Sally's identifier? - Her hair.

Eww.

Okay, whose room do we find first?

- Ta-da! - Hey.

So, do I look old and frumpy now?

I don't think that's possible.

- Oh. - We don't have time for pictures.

Oh, no? I thought that...

Yes, we do.

It's been 60 years. Another two minutes won't matter. Madam.

- Let's go. - Me? In there?

Negatory. I gotta go. I work.

How about a little profile? Ah, oh, gorgeous.

Gorgeous.

- You know, the camera loves you. - Oh.

- What else have you done? - Oh, this and that. You know.

- Like what? - Oh, like, um...

Well, like, uh...

This is my first job.

Well, second, actually, but, um...

the first one didn't really work out.

No way. You're beautiful.

- And you're really talented. - Oh, that's sweet,

but I'm not all that beautiful, and I'm a lousy actress.

Don't say that.

You just haven't caught the right break.

No, I've had a lot of chances.

That's all I ever wanted to do,

but I'm just not good enough.

But you wouldn't know about that, Mr. Hotshot Reporter.

- Did I say something wrong? - No.

We're just more alike than you know.

So, you're not Mr. Hotshot Reporter?

Used to be.

I wrote for the Banner. Front-page stuff.

- Well, that's terrific. - Yeah.

Then a guy came to me with a hot story.

He had a videotape. Showed the mayor taking a bribe from the mob.

- Wow. - Yeah, that's what I thought.

It was the biggest story to hit L.A. in years, and it was all mine.

"Mobster Mayor."

So what happened?

Turns out the video was a fake.

Oh, no.

The Banner dumped the blame on me and kicked me out.

No legit paper has hired me since.

But that was then, and this is now,

and I'm comin' back.

Room 809.

"Hold for Gilbert London."

Gotcha.

So how is this gonna bring you back?

Are you kidding? We're talking proof of ghosts.

We're talking global headlines.

- No, we're talking history! - Yeah, but you know what?

I thought that you wanted to help the ghosts.

What, with some bogus voodoo? Get real.

Look, Abigail's a sweet, little old lady,

but she's dancing on a strange planet.

So all you care about is your story.

It's not just a story, Claire. It's redemption.

It'll get me back in the game. People will listen to me again.

And, seriously, what do I care about some moldy old ghosts...

I don't even know?

What?

Cool.

D-Don't mess. I'm here to help you.

If anyone needs help, it's you.

Checking in?

You're a bad girl.

A very bad girl.

Oh, come on, dude. Give me a break.

Where's Anna?

I want to help you.

Go away, girl.

Leave us alone.

- You want to help us? - Yeah.

- Can you fix the elevator? - The elevator?

We have to get to the party.

Anna!

Uncle Buzzy!

- I talked to them! I talked to the ghosts! - You were in there alone?

It's the elevator! Come on!

Miss Perry.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm Dr. Daniels. - You know, you really didn't have to come out.

Oh, this is an occasion. Abigail never gets visitors.

So you're a friend?

Well, we have mutual friends, and it is her birthday, right?

I didn't know that. That's wonderful!

I didn't know.

So tell me, how is the dear girl adjusting?

- Adjusting to... - Well, she's been here for quite some time,

and it was only recently that I felt her well enough...

to venture off the property on her own.

- How long has she been here exactly? - Exactly? Oh, let's see.

It must have been summer... No, it was spring.

Since last spring?

Oh, my dear, Abigail's been a patient here since the spring of 1940.

Shall we?

I found a luggage claim check for Carolyn Crosson.

Room 1012.

That means we've got to climb ten floors.

Not if her luggage didn't make it.

What do they want the elevator for?

To get to the party.

- Aren't they a little late? - Yes, this is it!

This feels like grave robbing.

But we have to find something that belonged to her.

This whole place feels like a tomb.

Uncle Buzzy, you better come look at this.

This is a joke, right?

I assure you, old man...

this is no joke.

Hey!

We were saving that!

Oh, do shut up, stooge.

Don't call him "stooge."

Please, child, go somewhere and tap something.

It's okay. It's all right.

I can't believe this! For the last 60 years...

- Can't I have five minutes' peace? - You've been calling me stooge.

You're like chipmunks, always chattering in my ears! Please go away...

Stop!

We're making a bad impression.

Well, I suppose you're going to make a grand entrance now.

Carolyn Crosson is my real name.

My stage name is Claire Poulet,

and maybe I'm not such a bad actress after all.

So she's lived here her whole life.

- Since she was ten. - Why?

Well, let's just say the accident had a profound effect on her.

- Bocci ball game in five minutes. - Abigail?

You have a birthday visitor.

- Dr. Zentland. Dr. Zentland. - Abigail.

- Please report to the solarium. - Oh, she must be out.

Guess I would be too after 60 years.

- You know, wouldn't you? - Well, yeah.

Could I just maybe leave this in there for her?

Oh, I don't see why not.

- Okay, just watch your step right over here. - Okay.

Now, what accident was that again?

Well, you know, "the accident." The night Sally Shine disappeared.

Um, I-I think that's when all her troubles began.

Well, why did it affect her so much? Was she a big fan or something?

Miss Perry.

Abigail was Sally Shine's sister.

- Her sister? - Yes.

Uhoh. Oh, my. Would you excuse me a moment?

- Yeah. - Okay.

I'm sorry I fooled you,

but I had to know why you were here.

Oh, be honest. You were infatuated.

It was the flower you put in the vase, old man. Very sensitive.

I thought maybe he could help us.

You thought he was cute.

He wants to tell people about us, in the newspaper.

We'll be like zoo animals.

- Thanks to you. - For the one millionth time, it wasn't my fault!

We know it wasn't your fault, Dewey.

Maybe it was.

I don't know.

To run the elevator.

I couldn't even do that right.

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

Gilbert. We don't know the truth.

All we know is we were in the elevator, there was a flash of light and...

And here we are, all dressed up and no place to go.

Well... cheers.

Oops. Pity.

I was gonna see my family at the party.

And I had a most important engagement.

I was gonna be on stage for the first time, singing.

But none of us made it,

and we don't know why.

We know why.

- It was Miss Partridge. - What?

Uh, hold on. I-I-I...

Did somebody call my name?

Her sister?

I thought we scared them off.

We tried. Carolyn keeps intervening.

- It was you, you old witch! - Oh! No. No, no. Don't tick 'em off.

We know all about your black magic.

You cast a spell on Sally 'cause you hated her,

but it backfired, and you all got zapped!

It was you, Miss Partridge! It's your fault everyone's trapped in here!

I don't know where you came up with such a fairy story, lass,

but I couldn't love Sally more...

if she were me own daughter.

I protected her in life, and I'll continue...

until I get her back safe with her parents.

- Emmeline wouldn't hurt Sally. - No, of course not.

She's a crusty old dame, but she loves the girl. Can't imagine why.

Well, if... Miss Partridge didn't do it...

then who did?

Oh. Ohh!

I have to apologize... Excuse me. What are you doing?

You can't go through people's things like...

Oh. Oh, my... Oh.

- Did you know about these? - I knew she had issues.

You call these "issues?"

- The woman is completely crazy. - This is very disturbing.

- I never would have released her... - She's sick! Oh!

...had I known anything about this.

This is very... This is...

- What... hey! - Give me those. No, no. Give me those!

Give me those! I'm gonna deny everything.

And if you tell anybody about this, I'll have you arrested for trespassing.

It's up there all right.

It's stuck on 11. One floor short.

If we could just get to the party, the curse would be broken!

Hate to break it to you, but...

the party's been over for about 60 years.

You're wrong, old man. Party never ended.

We hear it every Halloween.

They're waiting for us.

But we can't get to it 'cause the elevator's stuck.

We tried the stairs, but we can't get past 11.

- It's like a curse. - Then, at 8:05, the party ends.

Until the next year. It's torture.

- So we fix it. - Really?

- How? - Uh... How hard can it be?

- You know about elevators? - No. No.

- But I'll bet Q does. - Q?

Q! Q's Dewey's grandson!

He knows the building, he's a mechanic...

- We're doomed. - No, we're not. Q can do it!

But it must be tonight. Halloween.

Well, then, Q's all we got.

We are doomed.

I thought you didn't care about moldy old ghosts you didn't know.

- Now I know you. - This isn't about your story?

No, it's not.

- I want to help you. - Hmm.

Then I was right about you after all.

So what happened to that real live actress that I hired?

Oh... I scared her off.

After all, I am a ghost.

- Forget it! - Why?

The circuits are ancient, the cables are fried...

and there hasn't been power there for 60 years.

All fixable.

By who?

Me? I-I'm a car mechanic.

And a bad one. This? This is hard.

But you're Q!

The man who can get anything! You're smart!

- You're resourceful. - No, I'm a fake.

They tossed me out of the army...

because I was useless.

- You-You got the wrong guy. - But...

If you pull this off, the mystery will be solved...

and the hotel will be yours.

Cha-ching.

I'm sorry, man. I'm too scared to even go in that place.

- But the ghosts are cool. - And we'll be right there with you.

No way. I can't!

- Dewey thinks you can! - He does?

He's your grandfather, Q He's countin' on ya.

Wh-Wh-What about the service elevator?

They fire that up once a year, and it's in way better shape...

No. It's gotta be the main elevator.

- You gonna be with me, chief? - All the way.

Lock and load.

- Ah, yes! - Yes!

It's Abigail. Wait till she hears this.

- Hey... - Huh! You are a strange man.

Hi, Jill. How are ya?

- Why didn't you tell me the real story? - What real story?

That Abigail Gregory is Sally Shine's sister.

- What? - I traced her back to the hospital...

where she has been a guest for the past, oh, 60 years or something...

Did you know that today is her birthday?

Yeah, I-I-I knew. I just...

Well, happy birthday. Look what I found.

She's big-time jealous of her little sister.

Sally Shine is more popular now than she ever was.

Probably made her more nuts.

Nice, huh?

So everything she said was a lie.

How did I miss this?

- You didn't know? - No, I knew. I'm... I-I...

You know what? It doesn't matter.

You have a story here, a true story.

- Now, where's Abigail? - I don't know.

Okay. All right, all right. Here's what we gotta do.

We gotta go to the sanitarium and get a statement.

Uncle Buzzy...

Then you write up the story and have it on my desk...

by 8:00 for the wire.

W-Whoa. W-Wait a minute.

You're gonna run this story in the Banner?

- Welcome back, partner. - Oh!

Uncle Buzzy, we got stuff to do.

This is it, buddy boy. You ain't seen nothin' yet.

- Uncle Buzzy! - This is my...

What are you doing?

Jill, uh... Could we do this tomorrow?

Oh, yeah, why, sure, Buzzy...

You've only been waiting five years for another chance.

What's 24 hours? You know what?

Excuse me. I'll call you.

Look... Wait, wait, wait. Wait! Just...

Look. I'll be there as soon as I can.

- But it'll be too late. - What do you want me to do?

But you promised.

Anna, I've been waiting for this chance a long time.

What about them? They've waited 60 years.

Buzzy! Come on.

I'm sorry, honey.

You lied.

You said you were gonna help them, but you lied!

I guess the truth doesn't matter to you.

I'm not goin' in there without him.

Yes, you are. We're still doing it.

The power company's cool, right?

- There's no problem? - We'll know...

in five, four, three...

two, one!

We have liftoff.

Look what I dug up.

Sally and Abigail, 1938.

Look, Jill, I-I don't feel right about this. I promised Anna...

Look, stop with the ghost stuff. Gotta write the story!

I'll see you guys in the morning, huh?

Come on.

Come on.

It's okay.

Yeah.

Grandson?

Why didn't you ever come in?

- Well... - Wait!

When I was alive, there wasn't much I did that turned out right.

Pop would have let me run this hotel,

but I couldn't even run the elevator.

Now, I finally got a chance to do something right,

but I need your help.

What do you say?

I say...

let's... get this party started.

I love you. Check the wire at 8:00.

Tonight is your night. A.P. is on board.

Why would Abigail make up that witchcraft stuff?

Because she is alone.

But she was so specific about the book and the identifiers...

Rational behavior does not come from irrational people.

I gotta go!

Wait a minute! What do you mean? You've got a story to write.

- I know! - Hey! Wait a minute.

That can't be good.

It's these old circuits. I gotta jury-rig new ones.

Then do it.

Can't you take the service elevator?

Oh, man.

Man, this is hopeless.

You're doin' fine. Try again.

All right. Anna, I need more tape.

- It's the party. - We're never going to make it by 8:05.

Where's Buzzy?

You're blowin' it. You're blowin' it!

I can't believe this. I get you back in the game, and you just... you just ha...

What are you looking for?

The book. It's gotta be about the book. Why does she want it so bad?

Who knows? Who cares? The woman is completely nuts.

She probably thinks that she's a witch.

We gotta get back to the hotel.

Why? Hey!

I call forth the might of the starry realm...

to once again bring fire energy to pierce the night.

"The storm!"

It's back!

It's getting late, grandson.

- Anna, I need a voltmeter. - A what?

It's a little black box with red and black wires sticking out of it.

Okay.

Fire from the north and wind from the west.

Come back to this place. Come back, come back!

It's the midnight hour of ancient power.

Dark light of the underworld, be my guide!

What was then will now be again.

I summon the black forces to turn back the clock...

and complete our revenge!

It's coming down!

- It's coming down. - You did it!

It's coming!

The idiot's grandson isn't an idiot.

Strike them down one and all...

and cast their souls into the underworld...

of eternal misery!

Stop it!

It was you. You cast the spell.

This is none of your business, child.

Don't do it, Abigail. Please.

It's already done.

The spell is cast.

And the elevator will crash,

the way it was supposed to 60 years ago!

What do ya say now, smart guy?

I'm not gonna let you do it.

Come on. Let's go!

Going up!

- Everybody set? - Do get on with it.

Stop! Stop! Don't close the door.

- Anna? - Stop the elevator.

Anna! Anna? No.

- What's happening? - History's about to repeat itself.

My niece is going along for the ride.

Buzzy, what is going on?

Uh, trick or treat. Right?

I did it! It's right!

Not another ghost.

Why aren't you on board?

The basement.

Hey, wait!

We gotta stop it. It's gonna crash.

Abigail, stop!

Wh-Why should I stop it? I've waited my whole life for this.

But she's your sister.

Somebody wanna tell me what's going on here?

I got it!

I don't got it.

Oh! You don't understand. Nobody understands.

Sally was everybody's sweetheart.

Th-They all loved her.

Even I loved her.

But no one cared that Sally Shine had a big sister. No, no.

I-I couldn't sing...

and I-I couldn't dance,

but it was my birthday!

And no one even knew that.

All that mattered was Sally.

Always Sally.

- So you got rid of her? - No!

I made her a legend!

And now she is everywhere.

Haunting me for 60 years.

But not anymore.

We're gonna make it.

Here we go again.

- Buzzy? - Wha...?

Who's that?

Oh, my God.

Do you know my sister?

This is deeply freaky.

Sally, if you could talk to Abigail,

- what would you tell her? - I'd tell her I'm sorry.

- Sorry for what? - For not getting to her birthday party.

My birth... My birthday party?

- It was a surprise. - Whoa, the-the party was for Abigail.

I-I... I didn't know. I-I didn't know. I...

You loved Abigail, didn't you?

She was my best friend.

Abby didn't care that I was a star.

Don't say that.

I even kept her birthday present.

It was supposed to mean we'd always be together,

but I never got to the party, so I couldn't give it to her.

I hope she doesn't hate me.

A long time ago, a jealous little girl made a big mistake.

The truth is...

that the person she tried to hurt is the one who cared about her the most.

Sally, I-it's me. Abby.

I, um, I've grown up.

If we don't get outta here...

At 8:05, we're goin' down.

- Abby? - Yes, dear. I am sorry. I'm really sorry.

Abigail.

- Please don't let my niece die. - I can't stop it. It's already done.

- There must be something you can do. - No.

The spell has been cast, and it can't be stopped!

The service elevator. Maybe we can still get to them!

A spell of passion can only be countered by its contrary.

- What? - That's what the book says.

"A spell can be countered by its contrary."

Abigail, what is the contrary to the spell?

I-I don't know.

Then we gotta get upstairs.

Maybe you guys should disappear.

- We couldn't leave you here. - Of course not. No!

Besides, I already tried it. It doesn't work.

Q does it work?

Not only does it work. We're taking the express.

Come on, baby.

Y-You know, I... I really don't want to be here.

Nine... ten...

Eleven.

Anna! Anna!

- Uncle Buzzy, the doors won't open! - Anna!

Come on, it's T minus two minutes and counting, chief.

Uncle Buzzy, we're stuck!

Wh... Is the service elevator on the other side?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's the same shaft.

Anna, hold on!

Okay.

- Q is there a safety hatch here? - You are good, chief.

They've got another one of these on the other side.

I saw the plans.

Anna! There's an escape hatch on your side. Open it up.

He's right!

- You came! - You gotta get out of there.

Come on, Anna.

No way.

Whoa, whoa. Chief, chief.

Here, take these. You might need 'em.

Uncle Buzzy!

It's okay.

Sally...

- It's gonna be all right. - I can't.

Come on, Anna. You gotta trust me.

- You just grab hold. Come on. - I can't.

Will you ever forgive me?

Come on, you can do it. Come on.

- Just come on. Just grab hold. - I can't!

I'll hold you.Just come on!

- Uh-oh. - What?

- It's showtime. - Come on. One, two, three, now!

Come on.

I forgive you, Abby.

Whew. What a rush.

- Are we dead? - What happened?

I think the spell hit both elevators.

So, how come we're not jelly?

Wait.

Wh-What are you thinking, chief?

If we made it...

You're okay!

"Spell of passion...

can only be countered by its contrary."

Sally's love for Abigail broke the spell!

- Oh! - I'm starting to catch on.

I knew you'd help us.

Come with us to the party.

Uh, we'll take the stairs.

Next stop, the Tip-Top Club. Going up?

- Let's go, guys! - Yeah.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived."

Oh! I don't believe this.

We've been waiting for you.

Miss Poulet?

- Thank you. - Knock 'em dead.

So to speak.

Ladies and gentlemen, appearing in her long-overdue singing debut,

the Tip-Top Club is proud to present the lovely Miss Claire Poulet.

We got 'em here, safe and sound.

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

That's Carolyn Crosson.

"There's someone I want to find."

"Got his picture on my mind."

"He's so easy to define."

- Oh. - It's our Sally.

"He's the boy of my dreams."

"All I want."

"All I need."

"Absolutely."

"Between you and me."

"Is just a man who'll be true to me."

"Oh, once I love."

"I will always stay in love."

"I will always be in love."

"With the boy of my dreams."

Dewey!

Great grand-dude?

"I will always be in love."

"with the boy of my dreams."

Forgive me for interrupting the party,

but there's something I've been waiting 60 years to do.

Sweetheart, I'd wait a century more if I had to.

Will you be my bride?

Guess I missed the deadline.

But not your second chance.

Am I late for the party?

Abby?

Thank you for the present. I love it.

And thank you, Buzzy.

Happy birthday, Abby.

Hey. You know what this means, don't ya?

Cha-ching.

Hollywood Tower Hotel.

No, I'm sorry. We're completely filled up.

- Let's go. - Yes, thank you.

Hey, Mr. Todd, how about a picture on your big day?

Okay, everybody, we go on three, all right? One, two, three!