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(Radio Voice) - This is Chipisin
with WTRA Radio.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast of
Symphony Sid to bring you this special news buletin.
The local economy is being strangled by Kazah Kingcapa (distorted)
and his evil goons.
Heir (distorted) has taken control
of our shipping mains and crippled our means of survival.
Their reign of tyranny must come to an end
This has been a public service announcement brought you
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We now return you to
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Heir Comendon!
We just seized another
whiskey shipment from
the East Siders.
Excellent work Sargent.
It is imperative that the
surrounding units stay vigilant.
They may deploy a counter attack.
Ya vill, heir Commendon!
We have secured a perimeter
around the camp.
Ammunition supplies have
just arrived with an extra
battalion of infantry soldiers.
Our main objective is to
secure this island and control the
water surrounding it.
If we see another one of those
whiskey shipments, I want to
attack swift and hard.
Eliminate the crew and
and confiscate their materials.
Yes, sir!
We will move our location
to a tower on the South peninsula.
I will personally monitor the
situation from there.
I have received intelligence that
they may use the southern corridor to
send another shipment through.
Ya vill, heri Commendon!
One last thing Sargent.
Let's make sure we don't have
another incident like last time you
were supposed to keep watch.
For your sake.
Ya vill, heir Commendon!
(marching drums)
(weak motorcycle engine)
(voiceover) - Meanwhile, back at Machine Gun Murray's Office.
(radio beeps)
(door knocking)
Meh, come in.
(door creaks open) (footsteps)
Boss, I just got a message through the telegraph.
The Krauts got us again.
Son of a& Get the crew ready!
Leave me and the captain here to do a little chit chatting.
Serve up a round of drinks for the boys.
We's gonna see what we gonna do about this little problem here,
see? These Krauts want a war? Then they got a war, see?
Be helpin' you, I be.
That's beautifull, see?
I spit out some false info out on the streets.
I let the word spread that I was going to send
my next shipment through the southern corridor, see?
I knew someone would spill the beans to one of Klinks goons.
That's where your ship comes in.
We're gonna send you ship through the Southern Corridor, see?
Because that's where they expect it.
We's gonna draw all the attention down there.
Then up the Northern Corridor I'm gonna send a rickety row
boat with a couple of barrels of hooch for my next delivery, see?
They won't suspect a thing.
Them Krauts will have all their guns and their men on the South side.
See? All you need to do is to stay within firing range
and have a cannon fight with them to keep their attention.
As soon as my ship makes passage you'll get a message that
you can turn your ship back around to safety.
That sounds like a good plan.
Beautiful, see?
I'm gonna give you Nicky the Nose with his Tommy Gun.
(dramatic music)
Ya vill, heir Commendon!
All of our gun enplacements have been reinforced.
Are you sure it is a good idea to concentrate
the bulk of our forces at the South side?
Don't be a fool.
I have direct intelligence that this is where they will attack from.
Make sure everyone stays on high alert.
Ya vill, heir Commendon!
(motor engaging)
Watch out for the sea monster.
Meh!
Navigation.
Aye, captain!
Be 15 miles from our destination, we be.
(bird) - Quack quizzle! (fart)
Sorry! 16 miles from our destination.
Maintain this course.
Shiver me timbers, this might just work.
I have spotted something out of my port side.
This is the shipment I received the intelligence about.
We must destroy this ship!
Requesting permission to adjust firing course of cannon.
Permission granted!
Sargent, alert the rest of those other ships we have spotted the enemy.
We've got them. It's time.
Ya vill, heir Commendon!
They have spotted us.
Fire all cannon!
(cannons fire)
(machine gun fires)
(explosions)
(beeps)
They made it. Be turnin' this here ship around.
Pete! No!
Meh!
Scoop him up. Looks like we have a little prisoner on our hands.
(laughs) Excellent!
We need to go back for Pete.
We's gonna sink if we stick around here.
God damnit, Pete!
(triumphant music)
(motorcycle engine) (marching drums)
(owl hoots)
Excellent work, Gentleman.
We have the prisoner in our possession.
They won't stop us this time.
Ar, matey. You may have gotten your whiskey through
but I lost a crew member back there.
Ya, see, we're gonna get him back.
I've got this plan I've got, see?
I've got this connection back in the Columbian Cartel.
I can get them to hook us up with some heat.
We're gonna need better guns for this gig, see?
They hang out at Club Adelphi.
Argh! Well, be payin' them a visit, we be.
(orchestra music)
Hey, red ball, corner pocket.
(pool stick) (pool ball bounces)
And that, dear students, is the last time
Hollywood couple, Gayle Evelyn and Peter Sherwood
ever appeared in front of a camera.
Wow. For a silent movie, that was such a turn on.
I didn't even know sex existed back then.
Well, Miss Collins,
I think you should check your family tree.
I think you'll find it's been around even longer than that.
Monument Pictures must have been devastated.
I mean, losing two of their biggest stars.
One right after another.
It is a true Tinseltown
love tragedy to be sure.
I mean, here's Peter Sherwood
and he rises to fame in the 1930s
in famous costume dramas like "Kitty hawk" and "Bull Run."
And then is cast along side the feisty Gayle Evelyn.
The gossip columnists ate it up.
Called it the "Monumental Affair."
That's so romantic.
I'm such a sucker for Hollywood love stories.
Well, unfortunately, Tabitha,
this one has an unhappy and mysterious ending.
How so, Professor?
So just days after that home movie was shot,
The Private Sherwood was sent to the Pacific Theater.
Unfortunately, his transport plane was presumed shot down
over water and never recovered.
My God. How awful for her.
She must have been heartbroken.
More than that, she went into hiding.
She fired all her help and she became a total recluse.
She locked herself up in the mansion
that she and Sherwood had bought each other.
But what happened to her?
Well, Miss Connors,
had you read Griffith's "Haunted Hollywood"
as I asked you to last week, you'd know the answer to that question.
I read it. I just must have skipped that chapter.
I see. All right. Well, I probably should refresh everyone anyway
as we're going to be spending the night in her mansion tomorrow.
What? But I thought that was unobtainable.
Mike, when you and the others signed up for advanced psychokinesis,
it was the study ESP, spiritualism,
and, most certainly, ghostly phenomenon.
- So? - So despite the fact that this university
is run by antiquated ghouls,
you're probably not very likely
to run into any ghosts here on campus.
Then we're in.
Yes, I did work some magic
and so, we have access as of tomorrow.
But wait. What happened to her?
Well, that's just it. Nobody knows.
When the relatives finally broke down the doors,
all they found were cobwebs, some unopened mail,
and this handwritten note by her.
Which said?
This is just a copy, you understand?
All: What's it say?
"My dearest Peter, I will never let anyone
break the sanctity of our honeymoon home.
I await your return.
Love forever, Gayle."
- Oh. That's so sad. - Makes me want to cry.
According to the relatives, the only crying was for help once night fell
and the evil spirit of Gayle Evelyn manifested.
Wait, wait.
You mean this house is haunted for real?
By a missing-in-action movie star no less.
The house has been on the market for more than 60 years
and no one's been able to spend
one or two nights here without running in terror.
And this is where we're spending the weekend, you say?
I expect everyone to be in the quad parking lot
at 2:00 p.m. sharp.
Bring food and your own pillow if you want
and anything else you think you might need to survive.
You mean like a crucifix and holy water?
Couldn't hurt.
Always better to be safe than sorry.
( music playing )
( door creaking )
Man:We've got them this time...
They have spotted us.
Fire all cannons.
What are you doing in there?
The animation station
did their own version of "Pirates of Penzance."
Yeah, that sounds good.
You should be packing.
As a matter of fact, it is good.
I'll pack later.
Hey. I was really into that.
Aren't you the least bit apprehensive
about spending the night tomorrow in a haunted house?
- To put it bluntly, no. - And why not?
Candi, you and I have been in Professor Rand's
supernatural class all semester.
- True? - Yeah. True.
Well, in all that time,
can you name one moment, any moment,
where even the remotest supernatural event occurred?
Well, there was that one palm reader.
He knew I put in an application to "Sexting with the Stars."
Forgive me, honey, but every one on your Flutter account did also.
That wasn't exactly a national secret by any means.
So you're saying you don't believe?
I'm saying I'm from Jersey. Now that's the Show Me state.
Let me see with my own eyes and you got me.
Hmm. Show me, huh?
That's it. If I can eyeball it,
touch it, feel it, you've won me over.
All right, Mr. Skeptic.
So you ready to touch it?
Feel it?
And I thought the pirate cartoon was good.
Aw. I see you have reservations.
As a matter of fact, we do.
Tomorrow night at a haunted house.
Not those type of reservations, silly, silly boy.
Your woman here has second thoughts
about traveling to a place that is inhabited
by such a troubled and restless spirit.
You mean Gayle Evelyn?
Yes. Her burdened soul
is trapped there in that dank dwelling you speak of.
Awaiting a release that may never come.
How can you tell all that?
I was born with a gift.
I'd say a couple.
So why is she here?
After death, most spirits
rise up to a greater reward.
However, there are those unfortunate souls
that are forever bound to this Earth
by, let's say, unfinished business.
Really? Like, waiting for a lost love.
Exactly.
Her lover may have moved on to a greater plane,
but her vow to wait for him
may anchor her to this mortal coil
for all eternity.
Oh, my gosh.
Maybe we could actually help her?
- How? -I don't know.
But if she appears to us, maybe we can explain?
I don't know about you, doll, but if she appears to me,
don't go grabbing for the trousers flying out the front door.
- Why? - 'Cause I'll be in 'em.
Mike, stop it. Be serious.
I am being serious.
Any horny ghost shows up, I'm gone.
Yeah, you say that now.
Wait.
Listen very carefully.
If you do perhaps make contact with her,
you must first be anointed with the love wrath for your protection.
The "love wrath"?
What the hell is that?
It is a counter spirit
that will protect you from all forms of harm.
Great.
And how much is that gonna cost me?
- Mike! - What? I'm just asking.
For such beautiful people as yourselves,
it will be free of charge.
Now that's the type of price that I'm talking about.
How do we get started?
Simple. Just kiss your friend over here.
- Just kiss her? - Yes.
You know, I think I'm starting to change my opinion
about mind readers, madam.
So... is that it?
Now you must pass the love forward.
- You mean kiss him back? -No, dear.
The love must pass through me first.
- Really? - Really.
You do realize we're only going away for a night,
not an entire month.
Hey, you always want to be well-prepared.
You'll be thanking me later. Trust me, babe.
Okay, Mr. Scoutmaster.
( sighs ) It's already five after.
Why are we hanging around?
Yeah, everything seems ready to go.
We're waiting for a surprise guest.
- Who's that? - Let's just say she'll play
a key role in our paranormal adventure.
"She"? Who's she?
Professor! Professor!
- Will you look at that. - Get a load of that chassis.
Yeah, and the girls not bad either.
- She looks familiar, too. - Hey, she better not look too familiar, buster.
She should look familiar to everyone. She's the great granddaughter of Dawn Cummings.
Oh, man. That's that chick from the film yesterday.
She's the one that was filming.
And she's a dead ringer for her, too.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Samantha Hazel.
Samantha is our special guest for the weekend.
Samantha this is--
Tabatha, Mike, Zane, and Candi.
I feel like I know you guys already,
thanks to the Professor here.
It's nice to meet you guys.
- Likewise. - I'll say.
Samantha is the great granddaughter
of the once famous movie actress Dawn Cummings.
Dawn was Gayle Evelyn's best friend.
Pardon me for saying, but you're a dead ringer
- for that girl in the film. - Thank you.
She was beautiful, I know.
After Gayle disappeared, in her will,
she left all her possessions and the house to Dawn Cummings.
My family's owned the house ever since
and the curse that goes along with it, unfortunately.
I've been emailing Samantha back and forth for quite some time.
She's been very helpful in my studies.
The legend surrounding the spirit of Gayle Evelyn
was something my family never wanted to talk about.
- So why now? - I've been writing letters
to Gayle's mother for quite some time,
but she never wanted to have anything to do
with my paranormal studies.
Fortunately, Samantha has come of age
and has a different frame of mind.
But how do we fit into all of this?
Simple. We're gonna see if we can't reach across
into the spirit world and find Gayle Evelyn.
Yeah, simple.
Well, if we can somehow release Gayle's soul,
the house can go clean, and she can rest in peace.
Jeez, the plot thickens, huh?
Can you show some respect sometimes, would you?
Sorry. No offense meant.
Well, enough of this standing around yapping.
Let's get this show on the road.
Excellent idea, Mike.
- Wow. - This is quite a place.
Even more majestic than I expected.
- Spectacular. - I'll say.
If I was a ghost, this is where I'd come a haunting.
Damn. It really is creeped out in here.
Not movie creepy, real creepy.
I know. I mean, it feels like,
I don't know, we're being watched or something.
Candi, don't say stuff like that. I'm already scared.
Not much like the classroom, is it, guys?
No, not at all.
Follow me upstairs, I'll show you to your room.
Upstairs?
Yeah. That's where the bedrooms are.
Zane: And the bathrooms, too, I hope.
You'll have your choice of three lavish commodes.
Great 'cause I could really use a shower.
( sighs ) Zane,
why are you thinking about taking a shower in a place like this?
Because I was cooped up all day in that van.
- You had air conditioning. - Not where I was sitting.
Candi, just let him take a shower.
I'll keep you protected, okay?
Come on, pal. Let's go out and grab the bags.
That's right, guys. Let's get settled because I want everybody down here
at 7:00 sharp for the séance.
You didn't say anything about a séance.
Well, how were you expecting to contact the dead, Miss Crane?
- Facebook? - There's a bunch of dead people on Facebook.
All right, Miss Hazel, if you will.
Right this way, ladies.
7:00 p.m. sharp.
( water running )
Now don't hog all the hot water.
If there is any.
I've been standing here for 10 minutes and the thing is still ice cold.
Don't sweat it, ladies.
I just went down to the cellar and turned on the heater.
Both: You went down there alone?
Yes, I did.
And I'm sorry to report, no ghost sightings yet.
Know what? It can stay like that till morning.
What? I thought you were girls were all about all things paranormal.
Not me. My boyfriend.
He actually did tell me that there were no ghosts
and that this was an easy pass.
So here I am just enjoying the ride.
Well, at least you're honest. What about you, Tabatha?
Well, I'm doing this for my dad.
He was a magician in Vegas for years until he retired.
As a little girl, I remember him saying
that magic as more than just an illusion.
That it was a gateway to places unknown.
After he passed on last spring,
I decided to do some investigating on my own.
Just to see if it was true.
Aw. I never knew that, Tabby.
- Are they in there? - I believe so.
Do you think they'll make contact?
From what that couple told me last night,
they've got a really good chance.
Professor Rands had amazing success
with supernatural communication.
Okay, but what good does that do either of us
if we're stuck out here when he makes contact?
Do you think it was just a coincidence
that couple came to my shop last night to have their palm's read?
- I'm not sure. - Well, I'm telling you, it wasn't.
It was a sign from Gayle Evelyn herself.
She knows who I really am and she wants me to be here.
I'm sure of it.
Zane:Sure of what, ladies?
Can I help you?
Yes. I'm Sandy Smith.
This is my friend Blanch Thompson.
Your neighbors on either side.
We heard some noise over here this afternoon
and we were sure some new folks had moved in.
Ah, the welcome wagon.
Yeah, that's it. Yeah.
But instead of ringing the front doorbell
and introducing yourselves, you thought it best
to sneak in the backyard with some binoculars and check things out first.
Yeah, that's it. Totally innocent.
I'm sure it is.
- Look, Mr... - Call me, Zane.
Zane, I know, you know,
we're here trespassing.
But I can assure you there's a very good reason.
- Which is? - Well, I met two of your very good friends last night
when they came into my shop to have their fortunes told.
Hmm. I heard about that
on the drive over this afternoon.
Sounds like everyone had a hell of a time.
Well, when they told me about your plan
to contact Gayle Evelyn, I just had to be here.
- Why's that? - Personal reasons.
You're gonna have to do a lot better than that,
- Madam Zolta, is it? - Yes, that is my professional name.
And this is my colleague Salina Protruska.
She's another psychic who occasionally fills in for me on weekends.
So you're the moral support.
So what do you say, Zane?
Could you accommodate two extra party crashers
- at your little séance tonight? - I'm not really sure.
Well, I'm sure the two of us
could make it worth your while.
You mean...
Would you like your palm read?
Sure.
Salina, let's take care of that.
You know, I think I can predict my own future.
Hey, girl. Don't take too long. We got the séance coming up.
Just gonna be a minute.
Gotta look good for the ghosts.
( footsteps )
Tabatha?
Tabby? Is that you?
Hmm.
( door creaking )
Looking for something?
Oh, hey, Cand. I could have swore that I packed my favorite blue-- whoa!
Hey. Sorry, Cand.
You can look if you want. So you like my new lingerie?
Yeah. They're amazing. I mean, it's amazing.
I just thought it would be something fun to bring on the trip.
Fun for the whole family.
Well, if you like what it looks like on me...
what about what it looks like on the floor?
( chatter )
So what do you think of those two, Professor?
They seem innocent enough.
Well, to be honest with you,
I'm not thrilled with either one of them.
Well, I can understand that, but I think their unexpected
arrival here may be for the good.
Okay.
It's just that this haunting has been in my family
for so long, I'm hesitant to let anyone new in.
I get your point. But, you know, they might
offer a spiritual guidance during the séance.
Yeah, that's what I was kinda afraid of.
Well, I don't want you to worry
because I have this.
What's that?
That is a 3,000-year-old amulet
meant to worship Osiris.
3,000 years old and you keep it in your pocket
with your car keys and your change?
It's pretty cool, though. What do you use it for?
Well, some say you can use it to contact the dead.
So it's kinda like an ancient cellphone to the dead.
Yeah, I guess you could say that.
Well, jeez.
Where do you pick up a little trinket like this, Doc?
I mean, I'm sure they don't give it away with every camel ride you take.
As a matter of fact, I bought it off an old fakir.
- An old fucker? - Fakir. Fakir.
Oh, my God.
( screaming )
- What the hell was that?! - An earthquake, I hope.
No quake ever sounded like that.
It sounds like it came from upstairs.
- Mike, Zane, come with me. - To the van?
- No, upstairs. - You think that's a good idea, Doc?
Mr. Crawford, you've been scoffing at the spirit world all semester,
now's your chance to prove me wrong once and for all.
Okay, okay.
What the hell is that?
Holy water. You never know. It's good to have a back up.
Right.
All right, you ladies wait here. And remember, stay together.
Do not worry.
I will keep you all safe from evil.
Oh, great. Now I feel totally secure.
Do not discount the powers of the great Madame Zolta.
Oh, far be it from me.
- Who goes first? - Well, Zane,
it sounds like you're actually becoming a believer.
In some odd way, I think I've probably done my job as a teacher.
Doc, I can tell you right now, by dawn, I'll be an out and out convert.
Follow me. Let's see if this manifestation
doesn't lead us to Gayle Evelyn.
Um, I may have already been there, done that.
- How do you mean? - Well, earlier this afternoon,
I may have had a close encounter with the spirit world.
You mean you felt her presence?
That's not all I felt.
I don't hear them. Do you think they found anything?
Oh, God. I hope not for their sake.
I know one thing, Gayle Evelyn still lives in this house
as she has for the past 70 years.
And she would not be thrilled with uninvited guests.
- Like us? - Definitely like us.
Wait. Quiet, everyone.
Salina. Salina, do you hear that?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Faint, but growing stronger.
What? What's faint?
More to the point, what's growing stronger?
Another spirit approaches this house
from the nether regions.
- Who? - That is not yet clear.
But we must prepare
for an ectoplasmic explosion.
Should I get a tarp or something?
- Is the spirit evil? - No. Not evil.
It is clean,
but very, very powerful.
All right, let's split up and search the rooms.
Split up? That's the worst idea ever.
I say we make it a group thing. Come on, what do you think?
I say you're scared shitless, Mr. Crawford.
No. Not in the least.
Well, maybe a tiny bit.
All right, you go down that hall. Check the master bedroom.
You go down this way and check the bedrooms. I'll check the bathrooms.
- Right, Doc. - Beautiful.
Anything more yet?
Yeah, who's the mystery ghost?
We know now that the spirit poses no threat.
In fact, he is filled
with great, positive energy.
Love, if you will.
- Peter. - Peter?
- Who's Peter? - Peter Sherwood.
Gayle's long lost lover.
He's come to reclaim his bride.
Oh, how romantic.
Man:How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
This is Gregory McGurkin.
Your host for another for in the series of Evening Chat.
In entertainment news, Monument Pictures
released the name of their newest picture today.
It stars Gayle Evelyn and Peter Sherwood...
Samantha. What are you doing here?
The Prof told you ladies to stay downstairs.
Samantha? I do not know of this name.
Are you all right? You look a little pale.
Actually, you're beyond pale, girl.
You're down right transparent.
Lady, let me outta here.
I'm a believer, I swear.
Nothing can interfere with the covenant.
Covenant? What covenant?
The two will finally be together. Reuniting.
You mean Gayle and her husband?
That's what we came here today to accomplish.
She has longed for him for so long.
And now the two will become one.
Beautiful. I'm all for romance, trust me, lady,
but can you let me outta here, please?
And the medium will be the conduit.
She will bring them together.
You mean Zolta?
Can't be. She's a quack.
She will bound them together and complete the circle.
But how? She couldn't tell the future with a box of fortune cookies.
Her ancestor was a Sherwood.
Her inner light is bringing him closer now.
So that's why she showed up unannounced.
She cannot resist our call.
To tell you the honest truth,
I'm finding you somewhat hard to resist myself.
I have not felt the passion
of human flesh in so long.
Well, is there any possible way, you know...
- You could join in? - Never though I'd be say this, but, yes.
- Please, come. - I hope to.
Do I please you?
Baby, you're the ghostest with the mostest.
Oh, hey. Did you find anything?
- You? - Nothing.
- Seen Zane? - No, but-- oh, hey. There he is.
What's the matter with you, buddy? You look like you've seen a ghost.
I did and she had quite a story to tell.
You mean, you actually spoke with Gayle Evelyn?
No, but I got a mouthful from her friend Dawn.
It seems Madame Zolta downstairs has a long lost relative
of the soldier who got shot down during the war.
The spirits sent her here
to guide this Sherwood fella back to his girl.
- That's it, then. - What?
- I'm a fool for not thinking of this before.
What's that?
When Gayle Evelyn wrote that note to her husband--
You mean the one about not leaving the sanctity of her home?
Yes. She may have inadvertently
cursed herself to eternal imprisonment.
Behind these dark walls. My God.
Only Sherwood's appearance here can set her free.
Well, then, I say we get this séance going and make it happen.
-( wind rushing ) - Tabatha!
In here.
My God. It's happening.
What? What's happening?
Peter Sherwood's finally coming home to claim his bride.
Oh, my.
Look, there. It's Gayle.
I'd recognize that beauty anywhere.
She's waiting for his arrival. Just like us.
He will be here shortly.
Damn. He's gorgeous.
They both are.
Are they really gonna do it?
Wouldn't you after nearly a century?
I feel like we're intruding.
Come on, everybody. I think we could all use a cup of coffee.
Remember, honey.
Magic is more than just illusion.
Daddy?
Daddy, is that you? What did you say?
Believe in the magic, sweet heart.
Just believe.
( music playing )
Jazz music plays.
Cheerful music