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I still remember him so perfectly.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes,

I can actually see him.

And when I go to sleep, it's like he's still there.

And he needs me.

What are you feeling right now?

How much I love him.

How much I miss him.

My mother died so long ago.

I never really knew her.

But it never really mattered as long as I had Daddy.

When the doctors told him he was sick,

he just... seemed to give up.

I walked into his room.

He'd taken an overdose of his pills.

And he was just lying there.

It's been over three years.

Do you think your father would want you to continue

grieving over his death for such a long time?

But I don't remember him that way.

I remember him the way he was in my dreams,

calling to me.

I know.

I'm afraid we're out of time for today.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm okay.

Good.

Now, we're going to pick up right here at our next session.

Okay?

Come on.

Bye, Doctor.

Good-bye.

She just left.

It went exactly as I said it would.

She's ready for phase two.

It's all arranged.

We'll start tonight.

♪♪

Anything else, Miss Van Horn?

No, thank you.

Carol...

Who's there?

Carol, come to me.

Carol...

♪♪

Carol...

Carol... Carol...

Carol, come to me.

Come to me, Carol.

No!

Carol...

Carol...

Oh, look, you're just a sore loser.

- That's all there is to it. - Sore?

What do you mean, sore loser?

St. Leo made the winning basket after the buzzer.

Oh, clean your glasses.

Between the time the shot went up

and the buzzer went off, you could have said a Hail Mary.

And the officiating was absolutely disgraceful.

They missed one foul after another.

You're just mad because my team won.

- Now, pay up. - Oh.

Come on. You made the bet.

Five bucks.

One, two, three... I know... four, five.

There you go.

My youth group will have

chocolate chip cookies this week.

Yeah.

St. Michael's.

Yeah.

It's the police.

What?

Okay, it...

Okay, well, we'll be right there.

Thank you very much.

It's Carol Van Horn.

She's in some kind of trouble.

Well, let's go.

Clancy, we're looking for one of our parishioners,

uh, Carol Van Horn.

Finishing her statement.

Is she all right?

Well, other than being very scared,

she seems to be okay.

I sent a man out to her place to check out her story,

but didn't find anything to substantiate it.

The housekeeper said that she's got something of a history?

Yeah, her father committed suicide there,

and it's been very traumatic for her.

So traumatic she went to a sanitarium.

I'm afraid so, yes.

Can she come with us?

I don't see why not.

Hi, Carol.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry to drag you out

in the middle of the night.

I just didn't know who else to call.

- Oh, we're glad you did. - No, that's okay.

- That's all right. - Here, come on.

- Put this on. - Yeah.

Cubs.

I'm a Sox fan.

I won't hold it against you.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Here you go, ladies.

This cocoa really hit the spot.

Well, it's my specialty.

Particularly when all you have to do is add hot milk.

You've both been very kind.

I, um, have to ask you this.

Do you believe me?

I mean, about what happened tonight?

We have no reason not to believe you, Carol.

And we really care about you.

That's still not quite the same thing

as believing me, though, is it?

Steve, I think you should stay with Carol for a while.

Carol...

Carol...

Carol...

Carol...

Come to me.

Yes, come to me, Carol.

Come to me.

Carol?

Carol?

Carol!

Carol...

Carol, I'm here.

Carol, come to me.

You're gonna be all right.

You're okay.

Is she asleep?

Finally.

I'm telling you, Frank. I saw it too.

She is not crazy.

At least not yet, you know, but she's gonna be

if this, whatever it is, keeps coming back to haunt her.

We have got to find out what's going on over there.

The house is haunted; that's what's going on over there.

I think I'd like to take a look around.

It was right over there by the bed.

What are you looking for, Frank?

Well, it could be anything,

fiber optics, lasers,

and we won't necessarily recognize it

even if we find it.

We don't have a clue.

Well, I guess we better find one.

Oh, hello, Father.

Oh, hello, Marie.

I see Father Dowling has gone out.

Any idea when he'll be back?

You know Father Dowling... He comes and he goes.

Hmm, like all of us.

Rushing here and there on our petty tasks,

and when the final day of reckoning comes,

what have we accomplished?

Personally, I just salted the roast.

You know, I thought being the bishop's troubleshooter

would lead to great things,

but sometimes it just seems like a dead end.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I've got to go and do the laundry.

I really wanted to go over the parish goals

with Father Dowling; do you know where he's gone?

As a matter of fact, he and Sister Steve

have gone out prowling around a haunted house.

Oh, you're joking.

I never joke about things like that.

You mean... a possession?

An actual possession?

It wouldn't be a haunted house without a ghost, now would it?

If I were a ghost, this is where I'd hang out.

Having a church service in here?

Who are you?

The gardener.

Well, what are you doing down here?

Looking for the big rake.

What's the matter?

Did you think I was one of those spooks?

Could have fooled me.

Good morning.

Good morning.

How are you feeling?

Better. Thanks.

Carol, we went over to your house to look around.

Find anything?

Not yet.

Has anyone ever tried to get you out of your house?

A man did offer to buy the house,

but I told him I wasn't interested.

Who was that?

A Mr. Hopkins.

Douglas Hopkins, the real estate developer?

Yeah, he's the one.

Could we have your permission to stay there tonight?

Sure, but shouldn't I be there, too?

It's best if we go alone.

I think I should go with you.

Carol, if it's a ghost,

he's gonna show up whether you're there or not.

And if it's someone playing tricks on you,

well, we have one or two tricks we can play ourselves.

Hmm.

Well, I think I'm going to go check out the downstairs.

I'll be back in a few minutes, Carol.

As long as it's not past midnight.

Oh, I didn't see you.

How is Carol?

Oh, she's, uh, very comfortable for the moment.

You don't expect me to make dinner for you, do you?

- Oh, no. - Good...

because I'm going to bed.

♪ Come out tonight, can't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Buffalo gals, can't you come out tonight ♪

♪ And... ♪

I love this part.

♪ ...Of the moon ♪

♪ What'd you wish when you threw that rock? ♪

Marie, I have to go home.

No, Father Dowling said you were to stay overnight.

He and Sister Steve will be there.

I'll be okay.

Now just relax and watch the movie.

You're gonna love it.

Ah, Father Dowling.

Father Prestwick.

What are you doing here?

I heard about your little apparition.

Oh, well, I'm not sure what it is, if anything.

You haven't told the bishop, have you?

No, I don't want to tell him until I have...

something positive to report.

Positive?

Like a verifiable supernatural manifestation.

If I can actually document a demonic apparition,

then I will notify His Excellency,

who will then notify the diocesan exorcist.

But first we'll need proof.

So, I gathered some equipment, and here I am.

What have you got in there... Bell, book, and candle?

Hardly.

I borrowed His Eminence's video camera.

We'll need to document this.

I think we could be into something

very, very exciting here, Father Dowling.

I'm kind of excited.

So, uh, is this the room where he did away with himself?

Yeah.

Well, logic tells us this is the place for him to reappear.

Logic has nothing to do with this.

Could you, um, could you give me

your flashlight for a second, Father Dowling; I want to...

- I want to set my video levels. - Mm-hmm.

Besides, he won't appear if there is too much light.

Huh, they're funny about that.

You know, it's only 11:30.

He's not going to appear until midnight.

Good point, good point.

How did you happen to fall in?

I didn't fall in.

I jumped in to save George.

You what?

To save me?

Well, I did, didn't I?

You didn't go through with it, did you?

Through with what?

Suicide.

It's against the law to commit suicide around here.

Yeah, it's against the law where I come from, too.

Where do you come from?

Heaven.

I had to act quickly. That's why I jumped in.

I knew if I were drowning, you'd try to save me.

You see, you did, and that's how I saved you.

Very funny.

Your lip's bleeding, George.

Yeah, I got a bust in the jaw

in answer to a prayer a little bit ago.

Oh, no, no, no, George.

I'm the answer to your prayer.

What time have you got, Father?

One minute to midnight.

I've got midnight already.

I always like to set my watch at least two minutes ahead...

Steve, Father Dowling?

Carol, what are you doing here?

- I had to come. - No, you've got to get out of here.

He's gonna be here any second.

Oh, you must be the young lady who is...

- Who's he? - Oh, I'm Father Prestwick.

I'm with the diocese.

I'm going to be making a record of...

Carol...

Carol.

I'm here.

I've come to take you with me.

Go away!

That was incredible.

I only hope I got that on videotape.

I told you so, Frank.

Don't you worry, Carol.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this

and make him go away forever.

I don't want him to go away.

I just want to be with him.

Well, both Mrs. Dansky and the gardener

were in their rooms.

They didn't hear anything.

I don't believe it.

I called Carol's shrink, and he came right over.

- He's upstairs now. - Here he comes.

Dr. Latimer, I'm Father Dowling from St. Michael's.

Yes, so Carol told me.

How is she, Doctor?

I've just given her a sedative.

- She's sleeping. - Oh, that's good.

Father, I must ask you

not to encourage her in these delusions.

Doctor, we both saw exactly what she saw.

Yeah, we didn't even know she was gonna show up.

Let me put it this way.

We're talking about the emotional well-being

of a very disturbed young woman.

We can appreciate that, Doctor, but Carol is not delusional.

Father, with all due respect,

I think I'll make that evaluation.

Doctor, we just want to help Carol.

You know, if you really want to help,

you can get her out of this house.

Carol is very fragile.

She could have a psychotic break.

She could end up back in the sanitarium indefinitely.

Why don't you go up and stay with Carol?

I'll look in on you later.

Where are you going, Frank?

Oh, I'm just gonna have a look around.

Be careful.

Frank, you scared me to death.

Shh.

What is she doing?

Oh!

Oh, you nearly scared me to death!

What are you doing up here?

I was going to ask you the same thing.

I'm just keeping an eye on Carol.

It's Carol's bedroom.

I worry about her.

With all that's been going on,

I just wanted to make sure she was safe.

So you watch her in the middle of the night through a peephole?

You told me you sleep all night, every night.

I don't have to stand here and be grilled like a heretic.

And what good have you done for her?

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Yes. I'd like to see Mr. Hopkins, please.

Do you have an appointment?

No, I just happened to drop by, hoping he'd spare a few minutes.

Father, believe me, he wouldn't see the Pope himself

without an appointment.

I'll pray for a miracle.

♪♪

Father.

I'm Douglas Hopkins.

Father Dowling, St. Michael's.

How good of you to see me.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

It's a miracle.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Well, how can I help you, Father?

I'm a good friend of Carol Van Horn's,

and I was wondering if you were still interested

in purchasing the Van Horn home.

Is it for sale?

- There's been some discussion. - Ah, it's a great old place.

My father used to take me by there when I was a little boy.

- Full of history. - Really?

Oh, it was originally built for Anna Held, the actress.

And Gentleman Jim Corbett, the heavyweight champ,

moved in around the turn of the century.

And in the '20s,

Jake "Greasy Thumb" Gusic, the gangster, lived there.

It's a great old place.

Well, then you're still interested.

Oh, I don't know, Father.

I wanted to give it to the city as a museum,

you know, a historical landmark, something like that,

so it didn't really break my heart

when Miss Van Horn didn't want to sell.

Frankly, I've got other projects in the works,

so I guess the answer is no.

Hmm.

Well, I just thought I'd ask.

Well, it's been nice talking to you, Father.

Hmm.

I appreciate you giving me the time.

By the way, you're, uh, into electronics

as well as real estate, aren't you?

I'm into a lot of things, Father.

It's how I keep my head above water.

While I was waiting to see you,

I just happened to browse through one of your brochures

on three-dimensional holograms.

Oh, are you into that kind of thing?

I don't understand it at all, but it certainly is interesting.

Well, neither do I, and yes, it is.

But it's still in research and development.

It'll be a long time before we're able to make money on it.

Mm, well, don't get discouraged.

I try not to.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

May I help you, Sister?

Yeah.

I'm here about a story.

You want to see Mr. Simpson.

Next office over there.

Thanks.

Oh, are you, are you lost, Sister?

Are you Mr. Simpson?

Yeah.

Then I'm not lost.

Are you in the market for a bizarre story?

Of course I'm in the market for a bizarre story.

This isn't the National Review, you know.

I know.

Uh, come on.

Come into my office.

Okay, Sister, what do you got?

Well, one of the altar boys at St. Michael's

saw a Guernsey cow that glows in the dark.

Why?

What do you mean, "why"?

Well, I mean, did the cow spontaneously combust?

Was it kidnapped by aliens?

You know, did it swallow a nuclear bomb?

Why-why is it glowing in the dark?

He didn't say.

Gee, Sister, you know, I got to have a hook for the story.

Either that or pictures.

Have you ever done anything on a haunted house?

Gee, your timing's bad, Sister.

We already got a haunted house piece in the works right now.

This wouldn't, by any chance, be from a tall woman

in a black cape and a hat, would it?

Well, she's in there being interviewed right now.

Do you know her?

Well, she's got a lot of nerve.

What do you mean?

Well, isn't it unethical

to sell the same story to two magazines?

She did that?

I'm lucky she didn't sell them my cow story.

Gee, how do you like that?

Well, thanks for telling us.

Don't mention it.

You know, I-I'll try to get you a picture of that cow.

Color would be great.

Better make sure she has some pictures.

Why the hell did you have to do it when the priest was there?!

It's an automatic, Mr. Hopkins.

I set it on a timer.

Goes off every night at midnight.

Why the hell did you do that?

So I'd have an alibi, in case somebody came to check me out.

Well, now you got the priest snooping around.

Well, I don't see how he could be onto anything.

Nobody knows about Gusic's vault but us.

You know, Martin,

I'm getting real tired of waiting to see what's inside.

Well, it's gonna be worth it.

That old con at Joliet guaranteed me

Gusic kept his most valuable stuff socked away in there.

Well, we can't open it as long as the girl is in the house.

You're right about that, Mr. Hopkins.

You know, it's gonna take dynamite to crack that baby.

Go back to the house.

It's me.

What do you want?

What do I want? I want results!

Don't worry.

She's almost ready to self-destruct.

Ah, you've been saying that for weeks.

It's me you're driving crazy, not her.

Now, whatever is inside, I want it and I want it now.

I don't care how you get rid of her,

but get her the hell out of there!

I'll see to it.

When?

Tonight.

Frank, where have you been?

I've been at the Hall of Records.

I had to change buses three times to get home.

I've got big news about Mrs. Dansky.

Yeah, well, I got some news, too. I went to see Hopkins...

She's selling her story to the National... I'm sorry.

No, no, go ahead.

Father Dowling, I have amazing news.

What is your amazing news, Father?

Documentary proof that this ghost exists.

I got him on tape, after all.

Come inside and I'll show you.

Where's Carol?

I don't know.

I've been calling her all afternoon.

She's not answering her phone.

Come on, Father Dowling.

Try her again.

And spread this out on my desk, huh?

Okay.

Right where?

Right there.

But that's Steve.

No, no, that's me.

No, not you, that!

Wait, wait, I'll run it backwards in slow motion.

No, that's all right, Father.

I've seen enough.

Well, when the bishop sees this,

he's bound to authorize an exorcism.

Well, I wouldn't mention this to the bishop quite yet.

This whole thing may turn out to be technological

rather than supernatural.

Father Dowling, I was there.

I know a ghost when I see one.

Yeah, would you excuse me for a minute, Father?

I have to make a phone call.

I'll rewind.

Still no answer, Frank.

Hmm.

Dr. Latimer? Father Dowling.

Yeah, uh, Sister Stephanie and I... we've been trying

to get a hold of Carol Van Horn.

I suggested that she take a few days off

just to try and get a hold of herself.

I don't know if she took my advice. She rarely does.

Hmm. Well, thanks, Doctor.

If you hear from her we'd certainly appreciate a call.

Of course. Absolutely.

Good-bye.

Is it time yet?

Almost.

Will you come with me?

Oh, yes.

And we'll put an end to all those things

that are making you so unhappy.

I don't want to be selfish about this, Father Dowling.

I'm perfectly happy to share any credit with, with you

and Sister Stephanie.

Oh, that's all right, Father.

You can run with this one all by yourself.

- Good night. - Good night.

Uh, come on. I want to show you what I found at City Hall.

Hopkins told me all about the history of the Van Horn house.

You know a lot of famous people lived there.

And one of them was a gangster, Jake "Greasy Thumb" Gusic.

It must have been before my time.

Yeah, well, Gusic was one of the kingpins of crime in Chicago

during the '20s until they put him away at Alcatraz.

While he lived in the house, he made some alterations.

According to this it says

that there's a vault underneath the basement.

You know, we must have been standing right on top of that

when we ran into the gardener.

And I think that that vault is the reason

that Hopkins wants to get hold of the place.

He'd dig it up, take out what he wants

and then turn the house over to the city as a museum.

Minus the most valuable exhibit.

Mmm. But look at this.

That looks like a secret room, Frank.

With a concealed entrance in the basement.

Do you know what you could do if you had a secret room

and you rigged it with three- dimensional hologram projectors?

What?

You could haunt a house.

Didn't you say that Hopkins was into high-tech electronics?

Owns his own research company.

I'm gonna call Carol again.

We don't want to be disturbed.

It may be Sister Steve or Father Dowling.

They may be worried about me.

Oh, I've already spoken to Father Dowling.

After tonight he'll have nothing to worry about.

Neither will you.

It's almost midnight.

Come on, Carol. Let's go. He's waiting.

He's waiting for you.

I'm afraid.

I'll be right outside. Go on in, Carol.

This is the answer. Believe me.

I'm gonna check the basement.

Carol!

Carol.

Carol!

Carol.

Carol...

Carol, let me in.

- Carol, I will heal you. - Carol!

I've come for you.

Carol, come with me.

It's time.

So I was right!

This is how it works.

You better leave, Father.

I think not.

Carol.

Carol!

Join me.

Carol.

Yes...

What are you doing?

That's right.

Don't be afraid.

Let me in!

- Carol! - Can't you see what's happening?

She's gonna die unless we stop her.

Carol!

Yes, Carol, yes.

That's the way.

For God's sake, man, is Hopkins paying you enough

to be a party to murder?

I thought we're just gonna throw a little scare into her.

Shut that thing off!

Come to me, Carol.

Join me.

Carol!

She's still gonna take the pills.

I've got to do something.

Carol, Carol!

Carol!

What are you doing?

- Carol... - Let me in!

Carol, listen to me.

Your father is gone to rest.

He doesn't want you to do this.

Now put the pills down.

Put the pills down.

Trust me.

That's it.

Now, Steve is waiting for you outside.

Sister Stephanie...

Boo!

Frank, is that you?

Well, it's not the real me,

but an incredibly lifelike simulation.

- Mr. Hopkins? - Yes.

You're under arrest for the attempted murder

of Carol Van Horn.

You too, Dr. Latimer.

Nice job, Clancy.

Thanks to you.

Oh, Mr. Hopkins...

the police dug up the safe that "Greasy Thumb" Gusic

had planted in his basement.

And this was what was so valuable to him.

It's a plan for escaping from Alcatraz.

Well, what do you think we ought to do with this?

We could send it to Geraldo.

Ooh, I'll call you as soon as I get back.

You sure you'll be all right?

I think all my ghosts are gone this time.

Well you take care of yourself. Huh?

Thanks, Father.

Okay.

Please, please...

the young lady has no comment.

What happened, Father?

Oh, well, uh, here's a man who can explain everything.

This is Father Philip Prestwick.

How did you discover the hoax, Father?

The what?

Oh, come now, Philip, don't be modest.

Just tell them how you found out that the ghost was a fake.

Ah, that.

Yes.

Well, naturally we were suspicious from the beginning.

Although there was no hard evidence of anything.

Uh, you know, in cases like this,

um, I always believe that...

So you're letting him grab all the credit.

Hmm?

Oh, it looks better on him.

Sister Stephanie...

- Boo. - Boo.