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Once upon a time

there were three little girls who went to the police academy.

One in Los Angeles.

One in San Francisco.

The other in Boston.

And they were each assigned

very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Please,

just get out and leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Hello?

Get out or I'll call the police.

Two thirty?

You forgot one.

Wouldn't it be easier to do this once a month

instead of once a year?

Actually, locking myself in for two days of numerical torture

is a wonderful purge.

Oh.

Well, we'll think good thoughts for you, Bos,

while we're boating.

And picnicking.

And don't forget the costume party.

Well, go on, rub it in.

Are you sure you two won't fly up with me tonight?

Oh, I think the least we can do

is help Bosley get set for his ordeal.

Besides, you and Erica should have an evening

for a reunion. Just the two of you.

We're flying up tomorrow,

and you're coming to the airport, aren't you?

I could sure use the time to relax,

I've been having the same nightmare for a week now.

Oh, come on, you're just excited.

Seeing Erica after three years.

She does look excited, doesn't she?

She certainly does.

Okay, you two,

really, you are gonna love Erica.

She is the nicest,

most unpretentious person I ever met.

Hm.

Even if she is heiress to several million.

Well, I can't wait to meet her.

Well, she's gonna have her head in the clouds.

Her honeymoon is just over and she is a terrible romantic.

Oh, from the picture I saw of her husband,

I must say I can't blame her.

His name is Cliff Burke,

he's a very successful clothing manufacturer.

I'm really happy for Erica.

On the phone she said

he's everything she's been looking for.

She used to be real shy around guys,

and afraid of getting involved.

I guess she never knew whether they wanted her for her money,

or really loved her.

Well, I hate to do this.

But I have packing to do.

I think we have everything under control. Go.

Have a wonderful time.

Thanks.

Tiff!

Tiffany!

Oh.

So glad you're here.

Look at you, you're absolutely beautiful.

And you look great.

Thanks. But I'm a mess.

There isn't enough makeup in the world

to hide the bags under my eyes.

I haven't had a good night's sleep

since I moved into this place.

Come on. Wait a minute,

what's wrong? It's not you and...

Cliff? No. I adore my husband.

But not his taste in houses.

It's all right during the day

when I can stay outside and garden,

but at nighttime...

Come on, let's go inside.

Creepy, huh?

Wait'll you see the rest of the house.

Cliff, darling.

This is Tiffany.

Hello.

Hello, Tiffany. Welcome.

Thank you. What do you think?

I think you should keep him.

Do you know what? What?

You look even better in real life

than you do in the 3000 photographs

my wife has of you two.

Not 3000.

Twenty-nine hundred. Twenty-nine hundred.

Darling, don't you think perhaps

you should be getting dressed for dinner,

rather than grubbing around in the garden anymore?

Okay, I'll bring these into Mrs. Craig and be right up.

Good.

Come, I'll show you to your room.

Why, thank you.

I'll build a nice fire,

this old house gets very drafty at night.

Two thirty?

I found that clock in a castle in Austria.

Paid a fortune to have it shipped over here.

You know what? What?

It has never worked since.

Hm.

Thank you, sir.

Mrs. Craig?

That isn't the china I told you to use.

I always serve Mr. Burke with this china.

It's been in his family for years.

Well, well, it looks like we're in for a storm.

Mrs. Craig, you'd better get down to the cottage

before it begins to pour.

I'll try to find some candles.

Hey, I never remember your being afraid of storms.

Have you noticed anything strange or unusual

in the house since you got here?

I've got to know, Tiff.

Well, I...

I did feel something very strange in my room tonight.

Like somebody watching you?

Maybe.

Thank God.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

I feel it too, all the time.

Wait a minute, what exactly do you mean by that?

Well, I hear footsteps.

And then voices,

like people arguing at the top of the stairs.

And things move.

I feel drafts and I smell perfume.

Have you spoken to Cliff about it?

I've tried, but he just explains everything away logically.

He thinks you're imagining things, huh?

Erica, it's okay.

I feel it too.

It's as if there's something evil here that wants me gone.

Once I even thought I heard it telling...

Hi. We didn't hear you come in.

Has Erica been telling you her ghost stories?

No. I'd like to hear some, though.

It'd be fun on a stormy night.

Only if you're 12 and at summer camp.

I'm sorry, darling.

Look, uh, why don't we play some billiards by candlelight

and get our minds off the storm?

And ghosts.

E-Excuse me, has... Have you seen Erica and Cliff?

Excu...

Please. Just get out and leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Look out!

What are you doing down here at this hour?

I saw a face in that window, I think you have a prowler.

Sebastian, what are you doing out there?

Just trying to get the shutters fastened, Mr. Burke.

Sorry to disturb you.

It's quite all right.

You see?

You have nothing to be afraid about there.

Tiffany, this is beautiful.

It's a fabulous house.

Tiffany, I still don't understand why you didn't

just tell Cliff about the party?

You'll understand when you meet him.

I mean, he's just gonna say that I was sleepwalking

and that I was dreaming.

Maybe it was a dream.

It was so real.

I don't know... I don't know what to think.

One thing I know, I'm glad you two are here.

So are we.

You three going to spend all day down there?

Hi.

Coffee and Danishes are getting cold.

Thank you.

Do you remember Anne Flaherty?

She used to call us the Terrors of Tracy Hall.

That was our dorm.

I used to stay up all night.

I painted and wrote poetry.

Tiffany organized seances.

Seances? You're kidding?

She used to be very big into the occult.

Didn't you tell them about the summer

you worked for Hans Kempler, the famous ghost hunter?

Well, this is a whole new side of you we've never seen, Tiff.

That professor of parapsychology from Vermont,

he tested you and said you were very definitely a sensitive.

Ahem. Does that mean you're a psychic?

No, it means I get hurt easily.

Now will you two please cut it out?

Are you sure you didn't hear or see anything unusual

when you came downstairs last night?

Yes. I saw your caretaker fixing the shutters.

Why don't we go for a walk?

Great idea. As a matter of fact,

I was hoping for the grand tour.

Anything to get out of the house for a little while.

Mrs. Burke, I still don't have a final canapé

and wine list for tonight.

All right, Mrs. Craig.

You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you later.

This is quite a place.

They maintain it beautifully.

Yes, a Victorian home with palm trees and an orange grove.

I don't think we're gonna find Lon Chaney

playing the pipe organ in the basement.

No.

But I do think that something awful happened here.

The impressions that I'm getting are too strong.

Well, maybe Charlie could find out something

about the people who lived here before.

Sure. And then we'd know once and for all

if there really was a dark-haired lady.

Right.

I guess this sounds pretty bizarre, doesn't it?

Tiff, it... It is a little unusual.

What do you really think is going on here?

Well, first of all,

I think you both should know that I believe that there's

some things that we can't explain and don't understand.

But I think you have to be careful

not to let your imagination run wild.

Yes, especially not in a setting like this.

But Erica really believes that there is something

in that house that doesn't want her there.

Something evil.

Something or someone?

Has anything happened to Erica?

No. Not yet.

But I've known Erica for a long time,

she's never been afraid of anything.

Well, you haven't seen her in three years.

Ooh, it's cold in here.

The window must have blown open half a dozen times.

You feel anything else strange when it did?

Just Kris. Just Kelly.

Ooh. Where's Erica?

Oh, she said she was going into the attic

to look over some costumes for tonight.

We're really looking forward to the party.

There it is again.

That presence.

You don't feel that?

Well, maybe it's the storm rolling in again, Tiff.

No. There's something else at work here.

Look, I know you want to help Erica,

but don't you think you're getting too caught up in this?

We'll call Charlie.

See if Charlie can't find out who owned the house before.

Maybe we could get a line on the dark-haired woman.

Ooh.

I-I don't get it. This doesn't make any sense,

I know I locked that window.

It may not do any good to lock it, Kris.

I think there's some kind of force building up

that's affecting everyone in this house.

It may be using all of us to make some tragic event

from the past happen all over again.

The dark-haired woman?

She could be a guest at the party tonight. I don't know.

They're chasing me.

I told you somebody's trying to kill me!

Could somebody help us?

Kelly!

Kris!

I know I set the brakes when I parked Mrs. Burke's car.

I keep going over it in my head and I'm sure.

Even if you hadn't set it, that doesn't explain

the engine starting up by itself.

I suppose there could be

some sort of logical explanation for it.

You two have been with Mr. Burke for a long time, haven't you?

Yes.

Then you know if he was married before.

Yeah, he was married before.

That was, uh, nearly 20 years ago.

He and the first wife bought this house

when they were newlyweds.

Her name was Madeline.

We don't talk much about it anymore.

It was terrible for Mr. Burke.

You never saw two people more in love.

Even with her being sick like she was.

What was wrong with her?

Polio.

She was in a wheelchair nearly all her life.

She was in a wheelchair?

Yet she was always cheerful and lively.

I can't tell anymore.

Well, there was a party that night.

Just like the party tonight.

The fact is...

this is the first time there's been a party in the house

since that night.

Yeah.

What happened at the party?

Well, there was an escape at the prison that night.

The house was broke into,

Mrs. Burke was found dead at the bottom of the stairs.

The murdering thief stole her engagement ring

right off her finger.

And they never even caught him.

What did the first Mrs. Burke look like?

Oh, she was a real beauty.

She was always thinking of others.

She had hair like black silk.

You've seen her too, haven't you?

That must be the caterers.

I'll go show 'em where to park.

Madeline never left the house.

I smell her perfume sometimes upstairs.

She was always peaceful

until the new missis came into the house.

Believe me, she'll never stand for another wife in this house.

It was Madeline started that car after her.

I wish the new Mrs. Burke would leave.

Before something terrible happens to her.

The doctor just left.

Well, how is she?

She's fine.

But not for tonight.

What do you mean?

She has to stay in bed.

She'll miss the party.

Can I go up and see her?

Sure. I know she wants to see you.

Come in.

Hi.

I look silly, don't I?

No, you... You don't look silly.

Ah, it's so feminine.

Isn't it beautiful?

Mm-hm.

I hate to say this but you look like you just saw a ghost.

I feel like I have.

Erica's in a wheelchair.

Something's gonna happen tonight, I know it.

Well, while you were busy with the Craig's,

we ran down to their cottage and called Charlie.

And the only occupant of this house for nearly 50 years

before Cliff bought it

was a widow who lived to a ripe old age.

It doesn't matter.

I already found the dark-haired woman.

Her name was Madeline Burke.

She was Cliff's ex-wife.

Darling.

What are you doing?

I don't care what the doctor says,

I'm going to the party.

Are you sure?

Darling, I know you're in trouble.

I've known for some time now.

Every time George Harper comes around I get the chills.

As a matter of fact,

he's waiting for me downstairs now.

If you help me on with my costume,

I'll be beside you all the way.

Erica,

sometimes I wish you didn't love me so much.

What do you mean?

I want you to take a pain pill.

I just had a shot a little while ago.

I know.

But since you're going to the party,

you'll be moving around.

At this rate, I'll be flying.

Erica, after we get through tonight,

I'm gonna sell this house

and I'm gonna buy you whatever you want.

Oh, Cliff, I love you.

Oh.

This can wait.

But George Harper can't.

No.

I better get downstairs.

I'll send Mrs. Craig up to help you.

I'm glad you were delayed.

I found some fascinating reading here.

Why didn't you tell me you wanted to see my books, George?

I could've sat down with you.

Ah, stop playing games, Cliff.

There's nothing in these pages

to suggest you can pay me what you owe me.

Not now, not ever.

The money isn't coming from that account.

I have a personal fund,

a sort of inheritance.

Now, why don't you let me get you a drink, George.

I don't feel the check in my hand.

You said tonight.

I said I would know by tonight.

And I do.

But I'm dealing with an Eastern bank.

It will take at least a couple of weeks

to clear up all the red tape.

Either you write me a check right now...

You know perfectly well

I have an excellent line for this year.

My tennis wear alone will gross a fortune.

The check.

All right, George.

I'll do better than that...

I'll sign a note.

Turning over my entire business to you,

if you're not fully repaid in 30 days.

Fine.

Fine.

Okay, now hold your breath. I am.

One more. Am I in?

There. Comfy?

I smell perfume.

Hmm.

Yeah, I do too.

Rose. It's not mine.

It's not mine either.

What's going on?

Guess.

What's going on?

Madeline, go away.

We don't want you here.

Madeline, stop it!

She gone?

I don't know.

The window.

Get the window. I saw some candles in the closet.

Oh.

No.

Tiff?

Tiffany?

She's gone.

Tiffany?

Tiffany?

There must be some way to open this up.

Right out of an old Frankenstein movie.

Tiffany?

We better split up.

Okay.

I'll go find Tiffany, you go stay with Erica.

Okay, take this candle.

Be careful.

Okay.

Come on, Madeline, lead the way.

So how are you doing?

Fine.

Where are Kris and Tiffany?

Oh, they're trying to cure some zipper problems

on Tiffany's costume.

Kelly, you look beautiful.

Thank you.

I wonder if you wouldn't mind terribly

doing me a very big favor.

Do you see that chap over there dressed in the devil's costume?

George Harper.

One of my most important suppliers.

And I know he would love to dance with you.

Do you mind?

Well, I'm not much of a dancer, Cliff.

Oh, go ahead, I don't want you to stand around on my account.

All right, just one dance.

Excuse us, darling.

Madeline, I don't understand what you want me to do.

Mrs. Burke was found dead at the bottom of the stairs.

The murdering thief stole her engagement ring

right off her finger.

Champagne?

It's a nice party.

Yes, it is.

Tiffany?

Tiffany?

What are you doing here?

Finding out that Madeline's ghost

has been trying to warn Erica, not get rid of her.

She led me to that trunk.

It is filled with Madeline's old things.

Her engagement ring is there

with the diamond missing.

The one that was supposedly taken by the escaped convict.

That's right.

I think Erica married some kind of a bluebeard.

You see. it's all coming together.

My dreams, dark-haired lady,

the costume party.

So whatever's gonna happen, is gonna happen tonight,

if we don't stop it.

Come on, let's find a way out of here.

Let's go.

Erica, darling,

it's time for you to go up to bed.

All right.

Darling, would you sit here a few minutes,

while I turn your bed down?

All right.

Kris, where have you been?

Where's Tiffany?

Tiffany?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else.

Have you seen Cliff?

Oh, no, not for a while.

Okay, thank you.

This must be under the kitchen.

Hey, a dumbwaiter.

Look at this.

Okay, come on.

Careful.

You all right? Yeah.

Okay, I hope this works.

Stop!

It's Clifford.

Angels, it seems the only way

Clifford Burke knew how to get money,

was to marry wealthy women and make sure they died young.

They died young?

I'm afraid Madeline wasn't Burke's first wife.

There was another young heiress back east,

10 years earlier.

And he thought he could get away with it?

He must have thought that skeleton costume

would put him in the clear.

Didn't he realize his past would catch up with him?

He was desperate, Kelly.

I doubt if he did much thinking about the consequences.

Who was George Harper?

Well, let's just say Harper worked for some people who, ah,

who don't take no for an answer.

Oh, Erica, I'm so sorry.

Well,

at least I didn't end up like the first Mrs. Burke

or the second.

Thanks to you three.

Hey, don't forget Madeline.

If she hadn't held that kitchen door shut,

I might never have gotten to you in time.

Oh, come, come, now.

You don't really believe

that you had supernatural help, do you?

Oh, Tiffany,

there's probably a perfectly logical explanation

to everything that happened.

I mean, the kitchen door probably just got stuck.

A-and don't forget about instinct, luck.

And good detective work.

Right.

Just in case though, thanks, Madeline.

Yeah, thank you, Madeline.

Not me.

Ah-ha.

Hey! Hey! All right.

All right. Thank you, wherever you are.