01x02 - Possession

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(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- [Radio] There were
emotional themes today

in Washington when
general Eisenhower

made his inaugural address as

the newly elected president
of the United states.

The general known and
respected on

this side of the atlantic as

the very abled and
supreme commander

of the allied forces in Europe.

(whistling)

(snapping)

(eerie music)

(eerie chords)

(ominous music)

- It's a bit neglected I admit

but nobody's lived in
it for two years or more

that's the fault of the owner,

bought it 10 years ago
then got posted abroad.

Since then he's insisted on
trying to rent the place out.

All that time I've been telling

him people who can afford

to rent a house like
this can afford to buy.

Finally persuaded him to
put it on the open market.

- I'm very glad you did.

- You like the house then?

- Very much.

- Is it to soon to talk
about contracts?

- One last hurdle to overcome.

Penny!

Penny?

What do you think?

- You want to don't you?

- Now you know I've always

wanted to live in an
area like this.

Darling the perfect end
to a perfect honey moon.

- And I did promise to obey.

- We can go ahead, fix the deal?

It's gonna be great, spacious,

bit rundown needs
redecorating of course

but the fabric of the
building is sound,

it's got atmosphere.

You have to admit it's
got atmosphere.

- Yes.

- I must say you've done wonders

in such a short space of
time Mrs. Burns.

Oh, wonders.

- We decided to keep
this color scheme,

it's cleaned up very well.

Well it's sort of in
character with the house.

- It's funny how
bricks and mortar

can be altered by, well people.

- The house is quite
different again.

But you said you had a problem?

- Oh yes essential heating.

It's not working very well,

it's something to do with
the layout in the pipes.

Mr. Filson.

Could you come up here a
moment please?

(ominous music)

Mr. Filson this is Mr.

- Hello Filson.

- Oh so you know each other.

- Well all know
Filson around here.

What's the trouble?

- The pipes.

- What about them?

- I can't find them.

- Why?

- Because somebody cemented
them over that's why.

Main pipes from the
boiler cemented over,

I'm having to rely on memory.

- Well you installed
the system didn't you?

- Oh ay, but they were ordinary,

no more than that, more
than 20 year ago now.

When Miss. Millington was here.

Poor Miss Millington.

Having to dig up the
floor again to find them.

- Dig it up, that's a
bit drastic isn't it?

There's no need to.

- I presume you know your
job Mr. Kellet,

you presume I know mine.

- I get the impression that
you and Filson don't get along.

- He's a trouble maker a gossip.

But I must be on my way
congratulations again,

you've done marvelously.

(banging)

- Mr. Filson.

Who was Miss Millington?

- Woman who once lived here.

- But you said poor Miss
Millington, why?

- Because she
disappeared that's why.

One day she was here
the next gone.

Kellet reckons she ran
away with a man but me?

I say she disappeared.

But where to?

That's anybodies guess.

(whistling)

- Ray?

Ray darling?

(whistling)

(cries out)

- Hello darling.

How's my little girl been?

- Didn't hear you come in.

- Came in the back door.

Got a new lawn mower,
dropped it off in the shed.

- It was you then?

- What?

- Whistling, it was
you whistling.

- Whistling, no why?

- But it must have been.

It was you.

- Darling I haven't
whistled all day.

What do you think I am
a kettle or something?

- But I heard you just
a minute ago in here.

- Darling I wasn't.

- But you were whistling a
tune it was green sleeves.

- Must be your imagination.

Trick of the wind or something.

Come on what's for supper?

(whistling)

(screams)

- Ray, Ray.

There was a scream.

Just now, somebody screamed.

It was terrifying.

- Somebody screamed?

- Yes.

- Well who were?

- Downstairs, outside perhaps
it sounded like a woman.

Oh Ray there's something
terribly wrong.

- A scream?

- Yes.

- Alright.

I'll have a look around.

I feel like a Thelma cartoon.

(dramatic music)

- Well?

- You didn't hear a scream.

It was an owl.

It was just about to
make a meal out of this.

Found him cowering under
the wood pile.

- Is he alright?

- I think he's just frightened.

Hey, to frightened rabbits huh?

(ominous music)

(upbeat music)

(banging)

(upbeat music)
(banging)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

- Can't be positive about

the identity of course, not
yet but everything fits.

Elizabeth Millington,
she occupied

this house from 1947 to
1953 and then disappeared.

There was in inquiry
at the time.

- But nobody thought to
dig up the cellar floor.

- Well not even the police go

smashing up other peoples hoses.

Not unless there's a very
strong reason.

- m*rder wasn't suspected then?

- No.

No of course all this was before

my time but apparently

this Millington woman was
a bit of an eccentric.

Liable to get up and
go at a moments notice

and she was supposed
to be wealthy

enough to be able to do so.

Probably why she was m*rder*d,

living alone with a
local reputation

for having money in the house.

I afraid my men are going

to make quite a mess
of your cellar.

Well the whole floors
gonna come up.

- We were planning on

that anyways so you're
just saving us a job.

- Yes that's lucky, well
for us I mean.

Otherwise the cellar might have

gone undisturbed for years yet.

- No.

No she wanted to be found,
she screamed out for it.

- What?

- My wife is highly
imaginative inspector

and this business is
hardly good on the nerves.

- No well we'll try

and get over with it as
soon as possible.

Thanks for cooperating.

we need to kind of
investigation then,

we're not likely to catch
up on the k*ller now.

Not after all these years.

- Yes you will.

- What do you mean Mrs. Burns.

- I don't know.

(whistling)

(whistling)

Ray.

Ray.

Oh darling.

- What is it, what is it?

Did you hear another
scream Penny?

- You see, he's come back.

- What are you talking about?

- The k*ller he's in
the house I can feel it.

- Oh come on look Penny darling

I love you very dearly but
this has gone far enough.

- He's down stairs in
the scullery.

- Alright!

Clear this up once and for all.

- No, no.

- Penny, we are going down
to the scullery

and every other room in
this house until

you are absolutely certain that

there is nobody there and

then perhaps we can both
get some sleep.

Now come on, come on.

Here, come on, look.

Nothing.

You are not in there Mr.
m*rder*r are you?

Right.

No one there hm?

Now the dreaded scullery.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on now look.

(dramatic chord)

- He was here.

He came back.

- I don't understand.

- Don't you see, he never found

the money he's still
looking for it.

- What baffles me Mr.
Burns is why now?

This house has been on my
books for years.

I've lettered a dozen times,

why even sold it to Miss
Millington in the first place.

And there's never been a hint

of a ghost or physic
phenomenon in all that time.

- Hard to say you
believe all that rubbish?

- Well I don't.

And yet I do.

Dealing in properties especially

in an area like this
full of old houses

with lots of history
I've come across

things I haven't been
able to explain.

But never here, never
a whisper of it here.

- You put that down to my wife.

- She's psychic is that
what you mean?

- She's got a run away
imagination, that's why I mean.

- But if you don't believe
in it why all this tonight?

- I'm humoring her.

All so you can put it
down to vaunting.

I like this house Kellet,
I always wanted it.

Or something like it.

I remember when I was
just a sales man,

stopped my car very often look
down on an area like this.

Full of grand houses
surrounded by space

and I swore to myself

that one day I would own
a place like it.

And now that I do no darned myth

or ghost or whatever is
gonna drive me out of it.

That's why I'm going along with

this idea of Penny's but
believe in it?

- Ray, this is Mrs. Rafting,

this is my husband Ray and Mr.
Kellet.

- How do you do.

- Mrs. Rafting.

- Please call me Cecily,
it's simpler, to the point.

Well here will do if you
would like to all take a seat.

- Well just like that
straight away?

Wouldn't you like to
talk about it a little?

- Talk isn't going to remove

your skepticism is it Mr. Burns?

I feel it.

And your instincts are right,

there are other things here to.

- Yes would you like a drink.

- Oh no thanks.

- Or does this spirit
interfere with your kind?

- There are no rules Mr. Burns,
save one.

Should I achieve a state
of trance please

make no attempt to awaken me,

it can be painful and dangerous.

Mr. Kellet I believe you have

known this house for many years.

- 25 or more.

- Would you sit on my
left please it may help.

Mr. Burns.

With the skeptic
directly opposite

me to make sure there
is no cheating.

But first the lights
if you please.

You can leave that one.

Now will you just
lightly touch hands?

And now if you will concentrate

your thoughts upon this house.

This house.

This house.

Is there someone here?

In this house?

Is there someone.

Will you come to me?

Will you come to me?

(ominous music)

Will you come to me?

Will you come to me?

Come to me.

Come to me.

Come to me.

please, please.

No.

(Screams)

- Who are you?

- Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth Millington,
is that who you are?

- Millington.

It's so cold.

It's so cold in the cellar.

So cold.

The wireless is on.

General Eisenhower.

They are talking about him.

He has just become president.

- That was in 1953.

She's reliving that day.

- Is that they year, 1963.

- Yes.

I told you not to
come here again.

Yesterday I distinctly told
you not to come here again.

Please, please no.

(screams)

- Kellet no.

(whistling)
(snapping)

- It's him, oh God it's him.

- Who are you?

- I'm going to be rich.

Have all the things I
ever wanted.

- Can you tell us your name?

- Hasn't this gone far enough.

- Your name?

- I, I've forgotten.

- Surely you can
remember your name.

- Don't want to remember.

Blot it out.

All the memories, blot them out.

Push them away,
start a new life.

No name no memories.

- Mrs. Rafting?

- I feel your presence
here in this room.

But you don't belong
here, not in this house.

Not anymore.

I want to take you away
with me, do you understand?

I want you to come away
with me, will you do that?

Come away with me and leave
these people in peace?

Come.

(snapping)

(snapping)
(whistling)

(cries out)

I failed.

- You got rid of it.

You're a wonderful performance,
enjoyed every minute of it.

- I felt his presence,
he was here in this room.

Was as tangible to me
as this table.

His soul, his alter ego

what ever you like to
call it was here.

I was controlling him to,

taking him away with me then,
then.

- Then he ran away like
a bad boy hm?

- He hasn't ran away Mr.
Burns he's still here.

His influence, it's still here.

He's not with me anymore
but here's still here.

The question is where?

- Well I think we all
need a drink.

(ominous music)

Quite an evening hey?

Cecily Rafting certainly
knows her stuff.

- Does that mean you
believe in her now.

- I won't go as far as that.

The mumbo jumbo, was very
convincing mumbo jumbo.

Have to admire her style.

(whistling)

- Ray.

- Oh sorry, such a
catchy little tune.

Come on join in the
chorus, make a joke of it.

- I don't feel like joking.

(ominous music)

Ray I thought perhaps
tomorrow we might.

(eerie music)

(snapping)

Ray?

What are you doing down there?

- I don't know.

(eerie music)

(snapping)

(clatters)

- [Penny] Ray, Ray!

- Pete sake, who'd do a
thing like this.

- You know, you know who did it.

- It's ridiculous.

- Is it?

Look you checked every window

an every door and every
single one of them was locked.

It was him Ray, it
must have him.

- I won't have it and
neither will you.

- Well then give me
some other explanation.

- somebody used a key,
Filson, he had a key.

- He returned it.

- So you had a duke with
the guy first?

It could have easily
been Filson,

he used a key, he crept
in here last night.

- And took absolutely nothing.

- Well I don't know,
maybe he was working

off a grudge of some kind,
just vandalism.

- It doesn't work Ray
it just doesn't work.

We've got to leave this house,
sell it.

- No.

- Get away from here before
something worse happens.

- We are not leaving.

- You may not be but I am

and I'm going to do
something about it now.

- No.

Penny.

- There's more to a house

than bricks and wood, there's
an atmosphere, an ambience.

And if that's wrong the
people in it are wrong.

I vote we phone Kellet,
get him over here at once.

See if we can't cut our loses

and find somewhere else in
the area a bit more suitable.

Fortunately we haven't spent
much on making it good.

(cries out)

- Oh God.

(clatters)

I wanted to k*ll you.

For a moment.

Penny.

- Darling.

- I just blacked out,
I didn't, it wasn't me.

- It was this house.

There is something,
there's an influence.

It's why we've got to
sale this house,

get away from here before.

- No, no, no, yes I agree with

you there is something
about this place but,

oh for pity sake we're adults

and intelligent I hope,
whatever it is.

Let's face it, meet it,
drive it out.

Penny please, please.

I don't want to run,
don't make me do that.

Whatever it is, it can't
be stronger than us can it?

I mean what we mean
to each other.

- So that's what we've decided.

We're going to stay
here and see it through.

Oh Ray is quite right.

I've been getting to hysterical
about the whole thing.

What was needed was a cold
clear clinical look at things.

There's just one thing that
I have to be sure about.

His body isn't hidden
somewhere in the house,

I mean you would know if it was.

- I don't follow you, body?

- The man, the man who
k*lled Elizabeth Millington.

Where ever he's buried.

- What makes you
think he's dead?

- But you contacted his soul.

- The soul exists in the dead
and the living Mrs. Burns,

I made contact yes but
what with I'm not sure.

Him, his mind, his spirit,

or perhaps just his
evil influence.

Or perhaps only the memory of

that terrible incident that
still lingers in this house.

Well you must have had a
favorite place

as a child, a hide away,
a picnic spot perhaps.

And when you return there

those long past
incidents still remain.

So vivid you can almost
hear the childish laughter.

Or like a painter who
captures a mood

or a scene and the moves
on yet where ever

that picture is hung,
whoever sees

it the influence remains,
sharp and fresh.

Just oils and canvas can
emote that Mrs. Burns

and we are dealing with
more than oils and canvas.

I've disturbed you
unnecessarily.

- Unnecessarily?

- Yes we talked so much I
had no chance to tell you,

the moment I walked through
that door I knew he'd gone.

- What?

- I can promise you Mrs. Burns

that he is no longer
in this house.

(dramatic music)

- Hello Mrs. Rafting.

Hello darling.

You're looking very pale,
as though

you've seen a ghost
or something?

Sorry it was a joke.

Very bad taste I'm afraid.

I hope you've been saying
comforting things to my wife.

- Well she has, we're free Ray.

- Well as always then.

- No of him, he's gone,
vanished, isn't that right?

- Oh yes.

Yes well I must be going, Mr.
Burns.

- Mrs. Rafting.

- Bye.

And you have been on a
shopping spree.

- They had a sale at the Kitchen
shop, I couldn't resist it.

- You're intent on making
me a sl*ve to the kitchen.

Oh darling I do love you.

What's this?

- Now, these.

A gal in the shop assured me

that no self respecting
kitchen should be without them.

(eerie music)

(whistling)

(screams)

(dramatic music)
(shattering)

(eerie music)

(knocking)

- Hello, come in.

Would you like a coffee?

- No thanks.

- Was it social or business?

- I'm not sure.

Do you mind if I go down
into the cellar?

- Help yourself.

I've got over it now,
two days ago

I wouldn't have dared
go this far.

This morning I came right down

to the bottom without a quarrel.

I suppose it's logic taking
precedence over superstition.

- Not superstition.

- He's not still here is he?

- No.

No not at the moment.

It's your birthday soon.

- I say you are good.

It's tomorrow as a matter of
fact but how did you know?

- Felt it or as a cold blooded

scientist might say I
perceived your excitement.

- Alright, what's Ray giving me?

- I'm not sure.

- Then I'm one up on you.

It's a ring, a big antique ring.

- Oh no, I don't think so.

- Yes it is.

- And what makes you
think it's a ring?

- I don't think, I know,
I feel it.

- A big antique ring?

Have you seen the paper.

- Oh I glanced at it.

I skipped impending
world w*r three

and the latest government crisis

and turned straight to
the women's page.

- Did you skip this?

The m*rder which took place
about 20 miles from here?

- Oh how awful.

Poor woman.

- You were asleep at the time.

- What?

- They say it must have
happened soon after midnight,

you would have been
asleep at the time.

- Well yes.

- And your husband?

He was asleep to?

- Well of course he doesn't
work nights you know.

What's bothering you?

- Wish I knew.

I work entirely upon
instinct you know, feelings.

This morning I woke up,

I took the paper and
it opened at this page.

She was k*lled with a
knife there're

were certain items
missing, silver, jewelry.

Rings.

- Are you sure you
wouldn't like some coffee?

- I don't know what's
bothering me Mrs. Burns.

Unless it's guilt.

- Guilt about what?

- At having brought
something back.

Released some power.

This m*rder it's awful
like the other one.

- Oh look it's usually
you having to reassure me.

There can't be any
connection now can there?

- No.

No of course not.

I should know better
than to bring

my depressions to you,
it isn't fair.

- Anytime but I honestly don't
know what you're on about.

- That about sums me up.

Thanks anyway.

It's not a ring, it's
something sharp,

pointed, it will draw blood.

Blood.

Goodbye Mrs. Burns.

(ominous music)

(laughing)

- Happy birthday darling.

May we share many more.

You sure you don't mind
not having a party?

- It's our first together,

I'd rather it was like
this, just the two of us.

Darling, it's absolutely.

It's marvelous.

- You don't like it?

You can change it if you want.

- No, no, no, it's beautiful.

Now then, where should
I wear it here?

Ow.

- Here let me do it,
less dangerous.

(ominous music)

(crumpling)

(whistling)

- Thought I'd join.

Well you were making a
milk drink weren't you?

Hm?

- Ray?

What have you down
with the knife?

- What?

- One of the set you bought,
one missing.

- Hm?

- Perhaps you had put
it somewhere.

- Yes, probably in a
drawer somewhere.

- I like the brooch.

- Good I had a distinct
impression that you didn't,

I told you, you can change
it if you want.

- No, no, I like it.

- Kay.

- It's funny I was betting
that you'd buy me a ring.

- Ring, is that what you
wanted a ring?

I told you, you can
exchange it if you want.

- No, I don't want a ring.

It's just that that's what
I thought you'd buy me.

A big antique ring.

With a red stone in it.

- Next year, I'll get ya
that next year.

- Wish I knew where that
knife had got to.

- Well one things for certain

darling it's not our pet ghost.

He's dead and gone.

(dramatic music)

- Oh operator, I want to
call a Mrs. Cecily Rafting,

I think her number is, no.

No I'm sorry don't bother,
thank you.

(stone scraping)

(ominous music)

(dramatic chord)

(ominous music)

Filson.

- Startled you did I?

Ah well I thought I'd better
come down and finish the job.

Seeing as how I was
contracted for it after all.

Police should be done by now

so I'd better render
and make good.

Looks like they've done
most of the job for me.

And none of them paid up
union members.

(chuckles)

You still want me to
finish the job do you?

- Yes.

(ringing)

- Sounds like the
phone's ringing.

(ringing)

- Hello?

- [Cecily] What was it?

- Oh Mrs. Rafting.

- [Cecily] Yes what's wrong?

- I don't know what you mean.

- [Cecily] You were troubled,
wanted to contact me.

- No, no you must be mistaken.

- [Cecily] I see.

You don't want to meet then?

- Oh I'd love to meet
you socially.

To talk.

- [Cecily] Tonight's
no good is it?

- Oh no, I'm meeting my sister
in town, she's only here for.

- [Cecily] Tomorrow?

- Yes, yes tomorrow would be
fine, I look forward to that.

- [Cecily] Mrs. Burns
your husband

isn't going with you
tonight is he?

- No.

- [Cecily] No I thought not.

See you tomorrow then.

- Yes, yes thank you.

Goodbye.

- [Cecily] Goodbye.

(clangs)

(sifting)

- Supper's right here,
and if you fancy something

hot for dessert just
stick this in

the oven for 15 minutes

and don't forget it,
only 15 minutes.

I don't want to ind the
house burnt down.

Oh darling are you sure
you're going to be alright.

- Not at all sure now,
and supposing

my train set comes
off the rails?

Hey look, you go and
enjoy yourself,

give my love to Sal and tell her

that she's got to come
down and see us soon.

- You will be alright?

- I'm the one who should be
worried the way you drive.

- It's our first night apart.

- I know.

And I rather that
then you driving

home in the early hours
of the morning.

- I'll be back before
10 tomorrow.

- Alright.

Here we are.

- Good night darling.

- Goodnight darling.

And you take care.

- And you.

- Bye.

(engine rumbles)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)
(snapping)

(snapping)

(whistling)
(snapping)

(whistling)

It's not possible.

- I'm very much afraid it is Mr.
Burns.

And it's my stupid
meddling fault.

That's why I'm here.

I'd like the chance to
undo what I brought about.

- It's not me, it can't be me.

- No, no, no, not you Mr.
Burns think of it as him.

Ex the unknown you are, have
been possessed Mr. Burns.

And skepticism spreads across
your face like a blush.

And yet in medieval
times as late at

the 19th century that
term possession,

would not have
raised an eyebrow.

I have much to rectify Mr.
Burns.

I never make the same
mistake twice

and my initial mistake was
not to begin at the beginning.

Down there.

If you'd please Mr. Burns.

Opposite me.

Now you understand
what I must do.

- I'm not sure.

- It's important that
you are sure.

Something lives with in
you Mr. Burns, drives you.

I must take that
burden from you,

place it upon my own shoulders

and with it leave this
house forever.

You understand now?

- Yes.

- Touch me.

You are here.

I know you are here.

I feel you.

Who are you .

- Raymond Burns.

- No, you, you, your name.

My will is stronger than
yours tell me your name.

- No, don't remember,
don't remember.

- Why will you not
leave this house?

- Did leave, came back.

- Why?

Because I summoned you?

- No, no, no, no cause of
the money, it's the money.

The money, I searched for
it and I searched for it,

I searched for it, I
can't find it!

- There is none to
find so forget

and leave now, leave with me.

(crying out)

- It can't all be for nothing!

I need money.

(chuckles)

I'll just get it
somewhere else that's all.

Make sure this time.

- Somewhere else?

Another m*rder where.

- Chelsea King's Close.

She lives all alone in
a little house there.

And she's rich, she's got
money, she's rich, she's rich.

- Mr. Burns.

(slaps)

He's strong.

Stronger than I would
have imagined possible.

His presence here is so real.

We've learned one thing
more though, very important.

Something very easy
to check up on.

King's Close, Chelsea.

- I told you that.

- Yes you said that there was
a woman who lived there, who.

(eerie music)

- Stupid mistake.

- No, no.

(screams)

(thuds)

- Ray?

- Hey honey.

- Miss me.

- Every minute, how's Sal?

- Oh she's in fine form,
she's got a new fiance.

This time I think it's
the real thing.

He's a barrister

and very handsome judging
by his photographs.

- Tell me all about it
tonight okay darling,

I've got a big meeting, must go.

Oh by the way, don't go
down the cellar.

- Why?

- I occupied my empty hours

by being useful
around the house.

Caio.

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

(ringing)

(breathes)

- Who's that?

Is there somebody there?

(breathes)

(ominous music)

- You're not sickening
for something are you?

- No.

- In a funny mood then.

- Why?

- You hardly said a
word all evening.

You sure you're all right?

- Yes.

- Alright, sleep tight.

- Ray.

- Hm?

- I went into town again today.

- Oh yeah?

- I went into Chelsea.

- Buy yourself something nice?

- I didn't go to shop.

I went to look around.

- Should have bought
yourself something.

Change yourself up a bit.

(eerie music)

(clicks)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

- Cecily Rafting has
disappeared.

She hasn't been seen
for 24 hours.

I think she's dead and I
think she's in the cellar.

- You know?

- Yes.

- It's not me, you
mustn't think it's me.

- Yes Ray.

- No, no, not me, Raymond
Burns it's him.

The thing that's possessing me!

Please Penny darling
you must help me.

- I went to Chelsea today.

- What?

- To King's Close, Chelsea.

I never realized before,
King's Close

backs onto where you used
to have your apartment.

12 years ago there was
a m*rder there.

A rich lonely old woman
was stabbed to death.

The k*ller got away with jewelry

and money, lots of money Ray.

12 years ago.

About the time when you
started to do really well,

about the time you were able
to finance your own business.

- What are you saying?

- You k*lled that woman Ray.

- No!

It's just not true, it's
not true I won't have it.

- You mean your mind
won't have it,

you tried to blot it out,

it's to painful to look
at so you tried

to blot it out, like
Elizabeth Millington.

You aren't possessed.

The only evil presence
on this house is you,

look darling it was always you.

Now listen to me, 20 years ago

you k*lled Elizabeth Millington

and something in your
subconscious,

something perhaps that
even you don't understand.

Drew you back here to look

for that money which
you never found.

You didn't become the m*rder*r.

You always were.

(eerie music)

(snapping)
(eerie music)

(screams)

(crying out)

- Penny!

- I'm sorry, I had to tell them.

(crying out)

(thudding)

(dramatic chord)

(chirping)

- I like it, I really like it.

What do you think darling?

- If you like it that much,
we'll take it.

It is a bit spooky
though isn't it.

- Not a bit of it.

Not anymore.

(whistling)

(eerie music)

(ominous music)