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[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

Ah, good morning, Tattoo.

Good morning, boss.

Shake.

[ZAPPING NOISE] [LAUGHS]

Pretty funny, huh?

Boss, you wouldn’t believe it,

this flower, it squirts.

Look.

[SQUAWKS]

[LAUGHS]

May I ask what has set you off

on this path of hilarity?

Well, boss, I found out that the girls,

they love a man with sense of humor.

Oh, I see. Changing your image again?

Right. I want to be the king of laughter on Fantasy Island.

Oh.

Lucky us.

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, I bet I know who that man is.

ROARKE: Really?

He’s coming to put up a new antenna,

so I can watch The Gong Show.

Fortunately, you are wrong.

The gentleman happens

to be Mr. Elliott Fielding.

And the sophisticated electronic equipment

he’s carrying has been engineered to detect

the presence of ghosts.

Ghosts?

I hope he didn’t bring any ghosts with him.

No, my friend.

In fact, he’s hoping we can provide them.

You see, Mr. Fielding is a librarian who has spent years

learning everything there is to know about the spirit world.

He’s written a book on ghost-breaking,

but no publisher would touch it...

Ooh!

...because of his lack of practical experience.

Boss, I think he should stay away from ghosts.

He’s such a chicken. He’s a turkey.

Yes, I’m afraid our guest has never had the confidence

to put his book to use.

Nevertheless, his fantasy is to meet and exorcise

a real ghost,

to prove his book is worth publishing.

Boss, can you really do that?

Provide him with a ghost?

ROARKE: Miss Carol Gates,

who owns and runs a bar and grill

in Phoenix, Arizona.

Her fantasy is

to wish her two children a happy birthday.

What’s the big deal about that?

Exactly this, my friend:

30 years ago tomorrow,

Miss Gates, who was then 17 and unmarried, had twins.

A boy and a girl, and gave them up for adoption.

She has neither seen nor heard from them since.

And now, on the eve of their 30th birthday,

she would like to get to know them,

and at long last, wish them happy birthday.

Her children, boss, were you really able to find them?

Of course I did, Tattoo.

The question is whether, after so long,

they’ll be ready to find their mother.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Ah, lovely, isn’t it, Mr. Fielding?

Who would believe that a monster

once stalked these peaceful grounds,

turning the night into a time of terror and death?

Really? Yes.

A most frightening creature.

Or so the legend goes.

Tattoo will unload your equipment

while I show you around.

Boss, I think I should stay with you and Mr. Fielding.

It could be very dangerous for you to be alone.

Well, of course, if you are frightened to stay behind...

Oh, me? No, boss, I’m-- I’m not.

Good.

This way, Mr. Fielding.

[♪♪]

Uh, you said something about a monster being here?

Yes, yes.

Yes, see, 100 years ago, this lovely mansion

was the home of a demented murderer,

known only as the Gentleman Strangler.

Most of his victims were beautiful young women.

A day or two before the actual killing,

he would leave his calling card:

a single blood-red rose.

Yes.

I hope your abilities

are equal to the task, Mr. Fielding,

because innocent lives may be at stake.

You see, the strangler’s mansion

is now a school for girls.

[GIRLS SCREAMING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Hi, Mr. Roarke.

Hi, Mr. Roarke. Hello, girls.

Hey, ladies, ladies, please.

Control yourselves, ladies!

[CHUCKLES] Miss Kamberley,

may I introduce Mr. Elliott Fielding.

Miss Edna Kamberley,

owner and headmistress

of the Kamberley School for Girls.

How do you do?

Mr. Roarke told me about you,

but he didn’t say you were so young.

[GIRLS MOAN]

I mean, when he mentioned all your years of study,

I expected some ancient scholar.

FIELDING: I hope you’re not disappointed, Miss Kamberley.

Inside I’m really an old fogy.

Please call me Edna.

[GIRLS WHOOP]

Uh... [BLOWS WHISTLE]

I believe there’s supposed to be a soccer practice.

I’m leaving you in charge of the warm-up, Susan.

Okay, Miss Kamberley. Let’s go.

[ALL LAUGH]

They’re really lovely girls.

Just a bit immature.

I only hope the ghost,

or whatever it is that’s frightening them,

can be dealt with before they all leave.

Anymore cancellations and I’ll have to close the school.

Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary.

May I wish you both the very best of luck?

Will you excuse me?

[♪♪]

Well, I-- I guess I’d better show you around, Mr. Fielding.

I’ll get it.

ALL: Wow!

EDNA: What a great kick!

You must have been a soccer star at school.

Actually, I’ve never played the game before.

But I did read about it.

Uh...I should tell you that

I never got rid of a ghost before either.

Well, if you’re as good at that as you are at soccer,

I’ve got nothing to worry about.

Oh, I hope you can help me, Elliott.

When the girls started telling me about hearing

strange noises and seeing

the ghost of the Gentleman Strangler,

I thought it was some weird joke.

But after this morning, I’m not so sure.

Why? What happened this morning?

Susan found this on her pillow.

A single, blood-red rose.

[SWALLOWS]

A twin convention, that’s how you got them here.

Right. Care for a drink?

No, thank you. You mind if I do?

Oh, no, please. Thank you.

Which ones are mine?

Do you see the young lady in the blue dress,

sitting over there?

She is your daughter.

She’s lovely.

Yes.

What did they call her?

ROARKE: Tracy. Her name is Tracy Miller.

Tracy.

That’s nice.

I thought of a whole bunch of them one day:

Audrey, Helen, Joyce, Kate, Megan.

But Tracy is good.

Very good.

Is that her husband?

Unfortunately, her husband, Jim Miller,

was killed in a motor accident three months ago.

Oh, my poor baby.

I hope her parents were able to help her through it.

I’m afraid not.

The people who adopted your children

were an elderly couple,

and they passed away while your children

were still in college.

Oh, well...

Did they ever tell the children they were adopted?

Yes.

Yes, they thought it best, and, uh, more honest.

Yes.

Uh...

the young man talking to the little boy,

his name is Tom Dearborne.

That’s his wife, Jo, and their little son, Jamie.

Tom is your son.

At one time, he was a promising football rookie,

field-goal-kicking specialist.

But, uh, he sells insurance now.

That is, now and then.

Are you ready to meet them?

As what?

I mean, I just can’t walk up and say, um,

"Hi, there. Nice day. By the way,

I’m the mother who walked away from you 30 years ago."

No, I can’t. Of course not, Miss Gates.

It’s not necessary to reveal who you really are.

At least, not yet.

Come.

Come.

[♪♪]

Mrs. Miller.

Mr. and Mrs. Dearborne,

may I introduce Miss Carol Gates?

She is the hostess I promised you

during your stay.

Ah. How do you do? Hello.

Hi. Pretty too.

Thank you.

Yes. Glad to meet you, Miss Gates.

Oh, not half as glad as I am to meet you.

[♪♪]

EDNA: The ghost,

if that’s what it was,

was first seen by Donna and Susan.

Now, were those the only sightings?

No, no. All in all,

there have been more than a dozen incidents.

And each time, every description of the thing is the same.

A very tall man in Victorian evening clothes,

top hat, gloves, and a cloak with a high collar.

Right.

Just like...

The uh...

Gentleman Strangler?

You can’t imagine how frightened my girls were

running into him in the middle of the night.

I can’t?

Uh...ghosts generally follow

a very precise route on their nightly outings.

Now, from what you’ve told me,

the um, the Strang...

or the spirit in question,

first materializes downstairs.

Uh, about here.

Mm-hmm. Uh-huh. And then he

crosses to here

starts up the stairs, and then he reappears upstairs

and walks down the hall, correct?

Yes. But he was also seen

walking outside by the old gardens.

Ah, the old gardens.

Why do you need to know the path of the ghost?

Because I’m going to line his route

with electronic sensing devices

which will record his presence by

registering the minute changes in temperature and pressure

that accompany the appearance of a ghostly presence,

even if it’s not visible to the naked eye.

That’s amazing. Then what?

Then I must confront the ghost, and banish it forever.

But how do you that?

By telling him he’s dead.

You’re kidding?

No, no. You see, many apparitions walk the earth

not realizing they’re dead,

so they’re relieved, and they just disappear.

At least that’s what it says in all the books.

[♪♪]

Oh...

[FOOTSTEPS]

Edna? What’s the matter? [CHAIN RATTLES]

The footsteps.

The Gentleman Strangler walked with a limp.

The girls heard it before his ghost appeared.

What? Oh, well, uh, Edna, couldn’t we, uh...

Uh, Edna? Uh...

[♪♪]

[FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE]

It seems to be heading for the attic.

[FOOTSTEPS CONTINUOUS]

He’s...it’s in there!

If anything happens to me, run like a thief.

[SCREAMS]

For heaven’s sakes, Alain, let him go.

The ghost’s name is Alain?

He’s no ghost.

He’s the school fencing instructor, Alain LeBlanc.

At your service.

I was in my study when I heard the limping footsteps.

I came up the service stairs

in the hope of pinning down our elusive visitor.

We were after him too.

It sounded like he went through the attic door.

Oh, well,

the fire department had us wall off the attic space

when the mansion was converted into a school.

But...

a structure made by man can’t stop a ghost.

Edna, sell this place.

Start a new school with a safe environment,

with me as your partner,

and let the Strangler keep his house for all eternity.

I refuse to be run off my property by a ghost.

And besides, I have Elliott Fielding working with me now,

and he’s an expert on getting rid of ghosts.

ALAIN: Oh, really?

Well,

what if he’s not expert enough?

And what if it is the spirit of the Strangler

that walks these halls?

For my part,

I prefer to put my trust in cold steel until this is over.

Good afternoon.

[♪♪]

Well, I don’t like him or his sword.

But what if he’s right?

You and the girls could be in danger,

especially Susan, because she got the rose.

[♪♪]

Somehow I just know

I can rely on you not to let me down.

You’re right, Edna.

As soon as I get my equipment set up,

I’ll take care of everything.

[GHOSTLY CACKLING]

[♪♪]

I’m going to get some food.

Okay. Mwah.

Here you are. Oh, thank you.

Do you come here often, Carol? No. First time.

Hmm! That smells great.

You are either a great chef or you have kids of your own.

I own a bar and grill in Phoenix.

Mr. Dearborne.

I believe you know Coach Malavasi of Los Angeles Rams.

I sure do. How are you, Coach?

The Rams are here working out for a charity game.

You know Anthony Davis. Hey, Tony.

Frank Corral. How are you doing, Frank?

Boy, it’s great to see you again.

Coach, didn’t you tell me that Mr. Dearborne

was once a very promising soccer-style kicker?

One of the best a few years ago.

Hey, now, wait a minute. I might still be, you know?

TOM: I played a little semi-pro last season. Didn’t do too bad.

I’m just waiting for someone to give me a tryout.

RAY: Why don’t you drop by our practice field

in the morning and work out?

Are you serious?

You can work out with our players.

[♪♪]

I’ll be there, Coach.

ROARKE: All right, gentlemen.

Daddy, are you gonna play for the Rams?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Here goes the same old argument.

About what?

Football.

Tom had some great plans for himself.

Then a few years ago he got busted up in a punt.

Busted his leg in four places.

The other team got 15 yards penalty,

and he got six months in the hospital.

And he wants to try it again?

Over Jo’s dead body.

She thinks he’s too old.

Serious.

Divorce talk.

[♪♪]

Oh, thank you, Tattoo.

Don’t mention it.

Bottoms up.

[TATTOO LAUGHS]

Tattoo, this glass, there is something wrong with it.

It’s called a dribble glass.

Pretty funny, huh?

Oh, hysterical.

I got a million of them. A million!

Yes, that’s what I’m afraid of.

[BEEPING]

You hold it right there, Skeezix,

unless you want your backside covered with buckshot!

I’ve been waiting a long time to find the fathead

who’s been stomping all over my begonias.

Oh, no, sir, I-- I haven’t been walking in your flowerbed.

My name is Elliott Fielding,

and I’m trying to find the path used by the ghost

of the Gentleman Strangler.

What are you supposed to be,

one of those spook finders or something?

Uh-huh.

Oh, rats.

Put your hands down, sonny.

Put them down, I said!

I couldn’t have shot you anyhow.

That gun hasn’t been fired since Cal Coolidge

sat in the White House doing nothing.

Oh. Oh.

Will you look at them poor posies?

Oh, well, I’d say your problem isn’t trespassers,

it’s fertilizer.

You telling me I don’t know my gardening?

No, sir. No. It’s just that,

from the condition of your begonias

and the wilted look of your petunias over there,

a fish meal would seem to be in order.

Fish meal? Ha!

Fish meal! That’s it!

Why didn’t I recollect that?

Mister, you must be

the master green thumb gardener of all time.

Oh, no, no, I’ve never really grown anything.

But I’ve read all about it.

Well, anybody who knows fertilizer as good as you

can’t be all bad.

If there’s anything you ever want,

just let me know.

The name is Jacoby. Yes, sir, that’s me.

Jacoby, the gardener.

And...

And I know every inch around here,

above and below ground.

[CHUCKLES]

For instance, there ain’t many left

who remember the old smuggler’s cave.

Now, you remember that, sonny.

I will. Thanks, Mr. Jacoby.

Take care of yourself, you hear?

There’s something evil going on at that school.

And that nice Mrs. Kamberley and her kids

could be in hot water.

You be careful.

Real careful.

[MUMBLES]

Uh, Mr. Jacoby, did you...? [CAWS]

Oh.

Okay.

Okay.

[♪♪]

WOMAN: You look lovely.

Thank you. So do you.

I don’t know how I’m gonna thank you

for babysitting for Jamie tonight.

It’s not often enough that Tom and I

get to take Tracy with us to dinner.

CAROL: Well, it’d be nice if Tracy and Tom

could spend more time together.

Now, are you saying that just because we’re twins?

I wouldn’t have been at all surprised

if you and Jo had had twins.

I know, I know.

Twins, as the saying goes, often beget twins.

Right. But not in our case.

Not yet, anyway.

Oh.

Maybe Tracy’ll have the twins.

Hope you didn’t mind me telling Carol you’re pregnant.

I’m ready to go.

She’s really been on edge ever since Jim died.

I guess we’d better try to catch up with her.

Okay. Goodbye. See you when we get back.

Okay. Have a good time, and don’t worry.

Miss Gates, after dinner could you please tell me a story?

Oh. I waited a long time to hear that question.

You just try to stop me.

Now, you sit down, and we’ll have dinner in just a minute.

Okay.

[♪♪]

I’m worried, Elliott.

I have this feeling of menace.

Well, if the ghost comes this way tonight,

we’ll be ready for him.

[THUNDER CRASHES] [YELPS]

ALAIN: I don’t think your fancy equipment is going to work.

And I think you should get away from here, Edna.

Go to your room and wait for morning.

I intend to stay with Elliott.

Whatever it is that’s haunting this school,

we’ll face it together.

As you like.

Remember, I warned you.

I think Alain’s right.

It’ll be safer for you away from the path of the ghost.

Oh, I want to stay with you.

I’m glad you said that.

Would be nice having you here.

Come on, we can watch the instruments together.

[♪♪]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Tom and Jo didn’t come back with you?

No, no. They went on to the disco.

Oh.

I didn’t think there was any need

to keep you up any longer.

Was Jamie all right?

CAROL: Oh, fine.

It was such fun being with him.

It...it must be very hard

having a baby with no husband.

Well, I don’t intend to find out

just how hard that might be.

I...I don’t understand.

I’m gonna give the baby up for adoption.

Jim didn’t leave me much money,

and I have to find a job.

And I have no desire to become one of those

noble single mothers that works all day,

and each evening picks up her child at the nursery school.

You could be making a terrible mistake.

Well, I don’t think so.

Good night.

[♪♪]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

[BEEPING]

Elliott! It must be the ghost!

What?

Oh, no, it can’t be.

No, the pulses are too weak.

It’s as if something is passing outside the house.

Maybe even under it.

Well, whatever it is, it’s fading away.

[BEEPING STOPS]

It’s gone.

If it is, what’s that?

[ECHOING FOOTSTEPS]

Whatever it is,

it’s not registering on the devices.

Gentleman Strangler,

you are dead!

Rest in peace!

[GHOSTLY LAUGHTER]

Stop it!

[♪♪]

[SCREAMS]

He’s gone.

Oh, I-- I heard the noise downstairs,

so I came out to see what was going on.

[SCREAMING]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[♪♪]

Susan? Susan, where are you?

She’s gone.

[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]

It’s the ghost of the Gentleman Strangler.

I think he’s got Susan.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

She can’t have just vanished into thin air.

I intend to search the school all over again

until we find her.

In the meantime, Alain, you call the police.

Very well.

I think you’re foolish to stay here after what happened.

Any one of the girls, even you, could be next.

Ladies...

He’s right, Edna.

You and the girls should leave as soon as possible.

I’ll go with you. What’ll happen to your book

if you leave now? There are things more important

than getting published, like staying alive.

Oh, that’s only fear talking, Elliott.

You must stay, and I intend to stay with you.

I’ll just make a quick tour of the grounds with the gir...

Elliott. What is it?

Miss Kamberley, that means that you’re next.

[♪♪]

ROARKE: Miss Gates.

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

How is your fantasy working out?

If you had asked me that yesterday,

I would have said wonderful.

Oh. But today...?

My daughter intends to put her baby up for adoption,

and if my son tries out for the Rams,

he may be headed for divorce.

Oh. Well, then, uh...

I’m afraid I just saw to it

that Tom got suited in a Rams uniform.

I’m awfully sorry.

[SIGHS]

Then he’s going through with it.

[SIGHS]

Mr. Roarke, I wish I’d never come here.

Do you really?

You’ve already spent 30 years with regret, Miss Gates.

Do you want to spend the rest of your life

with bitterness and disappointment?

Do I have a choice? Oh, you do, indeed.

You came here because you wanted to be

a mother to your two children.

Maybe it’s time you started acting like one.

How?

By fighting for the happiness

of your children, and...

the love and respect you want from them.

[♪♪]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Miss Gates, uh...

Come in. Thank you.

Uh, where’s Jamie?

Tracy took him for a walk.

Oh.

Even if you don’t think you and Tom are any of my business...

why don’t you tell me about it?

Not much to tell. I’m a football widow.

He was a big star in high school and college,

and now he wants to go on and be a big star in the pros.

Only his wanting that and it happening

are two different things.

Did you ever look at it this way?

He has a dream that he can’t get rid of.

If you love him, support him.

He needs you.

I can’t. Not in this.

Oh, come off of it.

It doesn’t prove anything if you’re on his side

just for the things you want.

Look, I know what it is to walk away from someone I loved.

Now if you love him,

then to hell with the rest of the world.

Fight for him.

[♪♪]

That’s not too bad, Tom.

Think you can handle that under game conditions?

Under pressure?

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

RAY: Okay, guys, let’s get the first string for the rookie.

All right, let’s go, special teams!

Here we go! Field goal!

PLAYER 1: All right! Let’s go!

Come on! Let’s go! Let’s stick ’em! Let’s go!

Line up over here! Let’s go!

PLAYER 2: Hustle, hustle, hustle!

[♪♪]

PLAYER 3: All right...

Turn around and look at him, Jo.

The time to help someone is when they really need it.

If you don’t do it then,

usually you never get another chance.

You okay, partner? Yeah.

All right!

If you love him, don’t blow this.

[♪♪]

Tom?

[♪♪]

Try it again, okay?

PLAYER: Let’s go.

Ready? Here we go.

Ready? Set.

[CHEERING] PLAYER: All right! Way to go!

ROARKE: He could get his chance at pro football after all.

I think we’d better quit, Miss Kamberley.

We’ve been looking half the morning.

Let the police take it from here.

Donna, ghost or no ghost,

no one has the right to run off with one of my kids

without having to deal with me.

I can’t turn tail and run.

I simply can’t.

[♪♪]

Donna, you smell it?

An overpowering scent of roses.

All around us.

[BOTH SCREAM]

Mr. Fielding, the Strangler!

I’ve just seen the ghost.

It isn’t a ghost. It’s flesh and blood.

Here’s how he did it, with a projector.

No, wait, wait. Look at this.

Look at this.

Right? But even if it’s not a ghost,

he’s got Miss Kamberley!

What? Where, Donna?

Come with me.

[♪♪]

CAROL: Tracy?

Tracy...

[SIGHS]

May I speak with you a moment?

Sure. About what?

Uh, about putting your baby up for adoption.

I’d like to buy it from you.

You’d what?

The price I’m offering

is a townhouse in Phoenix.

You can sell it, or you can live in it.

You might consider living in it,

because you’d be next door to me,

and that way you could see the baby whenever you wanted.

Why are-- Why are you doing all this?

To save you from making a terrible mistake.

[SIGHS]

You can’t be sure of that.

Oh, yes, I can.

How?

About 30 years ago there was another young girl.

She was only 17.

And she fell in love with an older man.

He was 31.

Look, I don’t understand why--

Please, let me finish.

All right.

She didn’t...

know or care what he did for a living.

But she found out.

One night she waited in the car

while he went into a liquor store for some beer, and...

and, uh, then she heard the shots.

He was killed trying to rob that store.

After they arrested her,

she found out...

he had a record a mile long.

You.

You were that girl.

But why are you telling me this story?

[♪♪]

Because...

when they put me in the juvenile hall,

I found out I was pregnant.

And that’s where I had my babies.

Babies?

A boy and a girl, twins.

They told me I had to give them up for adoption.

That was 30 years ago.

You’re our mother.

Tom’s and mine?

That’s why you told me the story?

Please.

Please don’t give up your baby.

Because if you do,

you’ll spent the years as I have.

Regretting, hating yourself...

and wondering if your son or daughter

could ever forgive you.

My mother.

[CRYING] Oh!

[♪♪]

Oh!

Oh.

Take it easy, sonny... [GASPS]

...or you’ll blow a gasket.

What’s got you so all fired up?

Oh, Mr. Jacoby, thank heaven.

Somebody’s pretending to be a ghost

and he’s got Susan and Edna.

Miss Kamberley. They’re not in the house.

I’ve searched everywhere. You said something about

an old smuggler’s cave. That I did.

How can I find the entrance?

It’s up there apiece, at the end of the cemetery.

Stone door

behind the last tombstone at the end.

Thanks.

Have a care, sonny.

People is more dangerous than any ghost that ever walked.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm!

[HOOTS]

[♪♪]

Hyah!

Bravo, Mr. Fielding. Bravo.

EDNA: Elliott!

Edna!

So the mouse becomes a lion after all.

I frankly didn’t expect you to come this far.

But then, I didn’t expect Edna and her girls to be so...

stubborn either.

Edna, are you all right?

Yes, but not for long. Alain’s gone mad.

Mad? Not mad.

Just greedy.

In the proper hands, the Kamberley School

could be far more valuable than you imagine.

Your hands, I suppose.

Naturally.

You don’t really expect

to get away with this, do you?

I did, actually, until now.

But you wouldn’t permit me to throw a scare into you,

so...

you’ve forced me to take harsher measures

than I’d planned.

Extremely harsh.

Hyah!

You don’t have a prayer, my friend.

No, LeBlanc, you don’t.

I’ve never fenced before, but I have read all about it.

En garde.

[♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

The keys, LeBlanc.

Oh, Elliott!

Oh, Mr. Fielding!

[LAUGHS]

ALL: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday Tom and Tracy ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[LAUGHS]

And now it is time for something Miss Carol Gates

has been waiting to say

for 30 years.

Miss Gates.

Tom.

Tracy.

Happy birthday, children.

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Thank you...

Mom. Oh...

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[GIGGLING]

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

You’re welcome. You too, Tattoo.

Edna and I are going to be married

and become the first husband and wife

ghostbusting team in the world.

Oh, I am very happy for both of you.

And uh, Mr. Fielding, may I say that

you certainly demonstrated an uncanny ability

at handling very difficult circumstances,

whether they be ghostly or tangible.

Well, I can’t take all the credit, Mr. Roarke.

Old Jacoby told me where to find the cave.

I never could have done it without him.

Old Jacoby?

The gardener?

Yes. Why?

Oh, no, noth-- Nothing, nothing.

Very, very helpful man.

Yes, well, enjoy your trip back.

[CHUCKLES] Thanks again.

Bye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Boss... Hmm?

There’s something I don’t understand.

I never met old Jacoby.

That’s understandable.

Old Jacoby has been dead more than 20 years.

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