(bright orchestral music)
(classical music)
(carriages rattling)
(classical music)
- She's beautiful, isn't she?
- Lucky man, Tom Danbury.
- If his sense of lovemaking equals his sense of politics,
it should be a happy marriage.
- Who couldn't be happy with Melody Allen?
She's adorable.
(classical music)
- Oh, Cuthbert.
- Er, yes, sir?
Yes, sir?
- Do you recommend this vintage, my man?
- Oh, yes, it's delicious. (hiccups)
That is, so the other guests have told me.
- So, Master Cuthbert, up to your old tricks again, I see.
- Oh, Nora, just a nip or two.
But I'd even give that up if you'd--
- I know, if I‘d marry you.
Well, you could become the biggest teetotaler
in all the Colonies and my answer would still be no.
- But Nora, I have saved up enough money
to pay your bond to Master Danbury.
Why, you'd be a free woman, Nora.
- No, thank you, Cuthbert.
I'd rather be bound to the master
than tied to the likes of you.
- So!
You're still in love with that little fat stupid tinker!
- Little he may be.
Fat?
Well, there's nothing wrong with an extra pound of flesh.
But stupid? Hmph!
You'll never see the day when you're
half as smart as my Horatio.
- I'll say he's smart.
Persuading you to punch holes in
all the master's best copperware.
- 'Tis a lie!
That was my own idea.
(scoffs) That‘s it!
- Nora, Nora!
He's coming up the road!
- Who?
Horatio, my darlin'?
- That lazy, fat tub.
- Lazy, is he?
Why, he's the most wide-awake tinker in the Colonies.
(Horatio snoring)
(pots and pans clanking)
- [Man] Hello, tinker!
- Hello, Mr. Grant!
Hello, Mrs. Jones!
- Horatio!
Horatio, my darlin'!
(pots and pans clanking)
- Oh!
Lancelot!
(Horatio wheezing)
(stifling sneeze)
Achoo!
- Horatio.
Horatio?
(Horatio sneezing)
Horatio, where are you?
- Nora! Nora!
- Saints preserve us. - Oh, Nora.
Oh, Nora.
I had a terrible time getting here, Nora.
I got lost east of West Point
and I was held up north of South Ferry.
And not only that, at Barton's Barn,
I had a bitish with the Buttish!
- A what?
- A British with a brish with the brush.
A brush with the British.
And I was shot.
- Where?
- Right through the saddle.
- The devils!
- Nora.
I'd never go through that again for anyone
except you.
(hay rustling)
Ooh.
Oh!
(stammering) Nora.
- Oh, Horatio, do my kisses thrill you that much?
(Horatio gurgling)
- I'm sitting on a pitchfork.
- Oh!
Oh, well, for heaven's sake!
Here, here.
Well, get up!
- Nora!
Nora!
Get it out!
Nora!
(Horatio sputters)
(pitchfork boings)
Nora!
Nora! (wheezing)
Ooh-ooh!
Food!
Nora, for me?
- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.
- Tinker, I've missed you so much.
- I've missed you too, Nora.
Here, you take the first bite.
It'll taste sweeter.
- Okay.
Oh, Horatio, 'tis happy I am to see you.
Cuthbert's been pestering me again.
- Oh, he has, has he?
Wait'll I see him.
I'll haul off and give him
the dirtiest look he's ever had in his life.
- No need of that since we'll be leaving here tomorrow.
- Why so hasty?
- Hasty, is it?
Tinker!
You've not got the money.
- Well, you see, Nora,
things are very hard and folks can't pay me.
When I first started the trip,
I had a pound, 14 shillings, and sixpence.
Then I found that a lot of my customers
were badly off.
So I bought them food with my pound and 14 shillings.
- What happened to your pence?
- I lost 'em in a card game.
- Oh, Horatio, you've failed me.
- Oh, Nora.
Don't worry, I'll get the money.
Business is gonna boom now that I got
a personal letter of recommendation
from General George Washington.
- From the General himself?
- Yes, I have.
- You wouldn't be after tellin' a tale, now?
- Oh, no, Nora.
I got it right here.
It isn't everyone that can get a letter
from General George Washington.
(dramatic music)
- "Know all men by these presents--“
- Mm-hmm.
- "That the bearer of this letter,
"Master Horatio Prim--"
- That‘s me.
- "Is a splendid artisan,
"whose various skills have served
"the Continental forces well.
"I take great pleasure in recommending him
"to all who need the services of an excellent tinker
"and a true patriot.
"Yours truly, George Washington,
"Commander-in-Chief of the United Colonies."
Oh, Horatio, now there's nothing to stop us.
Let me take this to Mistress Melody.
When she learns you've been praised by General Washington,
she'll do everything in her power to help us elope tonight.
Stay here, my darlin' tinker.
I'll be back soon with good news.
- Hmm-mm!
Nora and I are gonna elope.
We're gonna get married.
And why not?
Yes, why not?
I'm a very good friend of General George Washington's.
(claps) Mm!
Woo!
(playful music)
Mice.
(plate clatters)
- Good evening to you, master tinker.
- Wait a minute, you.
I don't want any trouble with you like I had the last time.
- I only came to congratulate you.
- Congratulate me?
- Well, yes.
Nora's told me all about you and she eloping.
I think it's splendid.
- You do?
I though that you--
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know.
It's just a case of the best man winning.
- Oh, Odsbodkins!
You're not such a bad fellow after all.
- Now, Horatio, I know that eloping with Nora
means breaking her bond,
but I think there's something that you can do--
- There is?
- That would put you in well with Master Danbury.
- What, for instance?
- Well, now, this trunk he wanted to take on his honeymoon,
but he was terribly upset when he found out
he'd lost the key.
Now, if you could open the trunk,
I could put you in very good.
- Well, I could try.
- Ah, now don't be so modest.
I know all about that letter
from George Washington you have.
- George Washington. - Yes.
- Uh-huh, I'll open it.
Watch this.
(lock clicks)
- Fine!
Now, uh, raise the lid.
No, no, the lid of the trunk.
- Oh.
- By Jupiter, I do believe there's a hole
in the bottom of it.
- There's a hole in there?
Ooh! - I'm sorry.
- Ooh, my foot! - I'm sorry.
Horatio, go in there and see if it can be repaired,
eh, old boy?
- Are you sure this'll get me in good?
- Oh, I'll se to that.
- Ah.
- [Horatio] Let me out of here!
- So you were going to elope with Nora O'Leary
tonight, eh?
Well, we shall see what happens
when Master Danbury finds out that
you've talked an innocent little girl
into breaking her bonds.
- [Horatio] Nora!
- Oh, you'll get yours.
You'll get five years in prison and hard labor.
You penniless stinker!
(bright music)
- Melody, darling, I'll have another surprise for you
after we're married.
- Oh, but Tom, you've already promised me the moon.
What else might a lady expect?
- How would you fancy a title, my dear?
- A title?
- Lady Danbury for instance.
How does it sound to those lovely ears?
Sir Thomas and Lady Danbury.
- But Tom, after the war there'll be no titles
in our United States.
- But my angel, what if after the war
there should be no United States?
- What are you talking about?
(carriage rattling)
- Melody, darling, would you mind going in by yourself?
I'll join you shortly.
- Of course, Tom, but all this strange talk,
this nonsense about titles,
what does it all mean?
- Please, please, dear, I'll explain later.
Cranwell.
- Hello, Tom.
- Leigh.
Glad you're here.
- Bessie.
Bessie!
Let go.
I'll keep her from tinkering with that tinker!
So she was going to elope, eh?
I'll tend to that.
Go back in the kitchen.
(door bangs shut)
Master Danbury, I must see you at once.
- Sorry, Cuthbert, not now.
- But sir, this is very important.
- Confound it, get out of here!
- [Cuthbert] I'm only--
- Get out of here.
- But Master Danbury--
- Get out!
- If you'll only let me explain.
- Well, gentlemen?
The news. Is it good or bad?
- It's good, very good.
Major Andre, the King's representative,
met with Benedict Arnold last night.
- Arnold has consented to surrender West Point
within 48 hours.
- Excellent!
It means the end of the war.
Washington and his rabble can never recover
from such a blow.
- Congratulations, Tom, your plan has worked perfectly.
- Our friend Benedict has requested
that you personally come to West Point
to help him arrange the final details tonight.
- Hold on, a minute.
I thought I saw something move.
(tense music)
(letter rustling)
- "Yours truly, George Washington."
Who is this Horatio Prim and where is he?
- I'll not be telling you that.
Even if you cut my tongue out.
- Well, we'll take care of him later.
There's enough evidence in this letter
to hang your rebel friend when we've won the war.
- Oh, Master Tom, you, a traitor!
- You spying little hussy.
Get rid of her.
She's heard too much already.
(Nora straining)
- [Nora] Let go of me!
(muffled shouting)
(dramatic music)
(clock chiming four)
(secret compartment clicking)
(papers rustling)
(dramatic music)
- [Horatio] Nora!
(Horatio groaning)
That Cuthbert!
Ooh, I hate that Cuthbert!
- Put your hands up!
Put your hands up!
(Horatio laughs)
Speak up, fellow, who are you?
- Horatio Prim, the tinker.
- Oh, Prim.
Then you're Nora's sweetheart.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Oh, thank heavens.
I need help.
- What do you think I need?
Would you please get me out of this overcoat?
Ooh, that Cuthbert!
- I've just learned that the United Colonies
and General Washington are in great danger.
You and I have to save them.
- My friend General Washington in danger?
- Yes, yes!
- That's all I gotta know.
Get me out of here.
- Do you know the location of the nearest
Continental Army post?
- Yes, ma'am.
(clattering nearby)
- Then saddle those two horses while I finish dressing.
- Whoa, Lancelot, I'll be right with you.
(trunk thudding)
(dramatic music)
- But sir, when did they capture this spy, Major Andre?
- Early this morning.
We found some papers in his boot
exposing the whole foul plot.
And some of them were signed by Master Thomas Danbury.
- Master Prim!
- Yes?
- We must get through.
If anyone tries to stop us, we'll shoot.
Here's a horse pistol.
- Here, this is for you.
Now, what do I shoot with?
- Tinker, this is no time to jest.
We must go.
- Mistress Melody, I want to tell Nora that we're going.
You see, Nora and I, we'd planned to elope.
I don't want her to worry.
- Oh, but Nora she would...
Oh, I'm sorry, tinker.
I'm afraid there won't be time.
I'm sure Nora'll understand.
Hurry. - I guess so.
(dramatic music)
- Tinker!
Here come some of Tom Danbury's friends.
The back road!
- There 90 two of the traitors now.
Lieutenant, surround the house!
- Yes, sir.
(horses galloping)
(thrilling music)
(guns firing)
(gentle music)
- Neither one of these men is Tom Danbury.
- No, sir, but they're dirty traitors just the same,
else they wouldn't have been shooting at us.
- What'll we do with them, sir?
- Throw them in the well.
That's the only burial they deserve.
- Yes, sir.
(dramatic music)
(water splashing)
(dramatic music)
- Hear me, ye faithless souls.
May you lie there in everlasting torment
with but one name to identify your rotting bones:
Traitors!
And unless some evidence proves us wrong,
I curse your miserable spirits
to be bound to Danbury Acres till crack of doom.
Amen.
- Here you are, Major.
- Good.
(dramatic music)
(whimsical music)
(Horatio whimpering)
- (stammering) Ghost!
- Oh, no, it's me, tinker.
- Oh!
Odsbodkins and spotty widgeons!
Am I glad to see you, Mistress Melody.
Oh, am I happy now! (laughs)
Do you know what I thought for a minute?
Only a minute, mind you.
I thought you were a ghost.
- (laughs) Me, a ghost.
- I thought you were a ghost! (laughs)
(dramatic music)
Uh...
What did you do?
- I didn't do anything.
- My hand! (wheezing)
Ah, mm!
(gentle music)
(water pouring)
That's funny.
I'm still thirsty.
- Tinker, there's something very, very wrong.
- You can say that again.
- Look.
"Here were buried two traitors."
- Good!
I wonder who they were.
- Look at the date!
- September 23rd, 1780.
That's today.
- That‘s right, tinker.
- Eh?
(gasps) Ooh!
- What's the matter?
(dramatic music) - Look at this!
- Oh, that looks like us down there.
- Yeah!
How can us be down there when us are up here?
- Do you remember when some of Master Danbury's friends
tried to stop us?
- Yeah!
And they even took shots at us!
- Yes, and I'm afraid they killed us.
- They killed us?
Why?
We didn't do anything.
(dramatic music)
Soldiers.
American soldiers!
(dramatic music)
- And those people.
It looks as if they were looting the place.
(carriage rattling)
- What does all this mean?
- There's just one answer.
One terrible answer.
Those soldiers were pursuing us
and we mistook them for Tom Danbury's friends
and they mistook us for traitors.
- Traitors?
Me, a traitor?
I'm a patriot!
I even got a letter from General George Washington
to prove it.
Uh-oh.
I gave the letter to Nora to give to you.
- Nora?
Well, that must be the letter that Tom took from her
before she was kidnapped.
- Kidnapped? Kidnapped!
Kidnapped?
Nora?
Who are they?
Where are they?
I'll tear them gizzard from gullet!
- Tinker!
Tinker, wait for me!
- Come on, you old nag, get up.
Get up, you old nag!
Get up.
- Lancelot!
Cuthbert!
Come back with my Lancelot!
Lancelot!
(whimsical music)
- What happened?
- I don't know.
(whimsical music)
I can't get through.
Something's wrong.
- Wait.
"Hear me, ye faithless souls.
"May you lie there in everlasting torment
"with but one name to identify your rotting bones:
"Traitor."
- And "unless some evidence proves us wrong,
"I curse your miserable spirits
"to be bound to Danbury Acres till crack of doom."
- Then you heard it, too?
Oh, I thought it was some horrible dream, but it wasn't.
We're bound to these Acres forevermore.
We can't get away.
- But he also said unless some evidence proves 'em wrong.
Evidence.
My letter!
My letter from George Washington!
That's evidence!
- Well, that's right!
Tom must've hidden it somewhere in the library furniture.
- Furniture?
This is a fine time to think of furniture.
Mistress Melody, the patriots took it all away!
- Well, don‘t give up.
Maybe he hid it behind some secret panel in the wall.
- Yeah.
Yeah!
Great Beelzebub and little Beelzebub!
Look! (whistles)
(dramatic music)
- Now we shall be here till doom cracks.
- Mistress Melody, why didn't you get Paul Revere
to help you instead of me?
- Oh, I'm sorry, tinker.
It's all my fault.
Forgive me?
(thunder crashing)
I think we'd better go back to the well.
(playful music)
(thunder crashing)
(dramatic music)
Do you mind?
- Uh-uh.
- This is the first time I‘ve ever put my arm around you.
- That's right.
Melody?
- Yes?
- We've been up in this tree for 165 years.
- Yes.
- And never once did I...
- What?
- Never...
Melody.
- Yes?
- You have beautiful eyes.
- Oh, my little tinker.
- Melody, there's just one thing I want to ask you.
- Oh, yes?
- If I...
- Oh, what is it?
(gentle music)
- Melody.
- Yes?
- No, I can't.
It sounds foolish coming from a fat man.
- Oh, no, Horatio!
Tell me.
- You really wanna hear it?
- Yes.
- Melody,
would you...
- Would I what?
- Would you scratch my back tonight?
(playful music)
(Melody sighs)
(car rumbling)
- You see, it didn't take so long.
- That's right.
And yet no one would know we're anywhere near civilization.
- Ain't that the truth!
- Here, careful, now.
Don't look yet.
I want you right back here.
Now!
There she stands.
Danbury Manor exactly as it was in 1780.
- [Woman] Uh-huh.
- Come on, I can hardly wait to show you the inside.
- Shelly, this porch is a dream!
- Should be.
It was designed by the famous Jonathan Bullfinch in 1760.
- Why, Shelly, you mean we have servants already?
- Why, absolutely.
The local employment agency sent us a housekeeper.
Hello, Emily.
- Afternoon.
- Emily, I'd like you to know my fiancee, Miss Prescott,
and her aunt, Mrs. Dean.
- Hello.
- [Miss Prescott] Hello.
- Decorators left last night.
Said to tell you they got all the rooms fixed
like it explained in the book.
- Great!
Hang on tight, darling.
We're going into the 18th century.
(Miss Prescott laughs)
- Oh, is this trip necessary?
Oh, uh, pardon me, but didn't I see you in "Rebecca?"
Hey, kids, wait for me!
- Oh, Shelly!
- Like it?
- Oh, darling, it's wonderful.
Don't you think so, Millie?
- Oh, it's out of this world.
- Don't know whether you realize it, Mildred,
but this happens to be the very furniture
the Danbury family used 160-odd years ago.
(brakes screech)
Someday, I'm gonna... (car horn honking)
Oh, that must be Doc Greenway.
I've invited him up for the weekend.
- Oh dear, Dr. Greenway!
That's all we need to complete the picture.
- Now, listen, Mildred.
Ralph Greenway happens to be one of the best
psychiatrists in New York.
I'd better go down and let him in.
- Millie, please!
I wish you'd stop making smart cracks.
You're beginning to upset Sheldon
and he's not entirely well yet.
Now, Ralph said--
- Ralph said!
Last week he said the rash 1 had wasn't an allergy,
it was caused by a guilt complex
because I kicked your Grandma in the bustle
when I was two years old.
- You know, I can hardly believe my eyes.
Absolutely miraculous.
- Ralph!
Ralph, it's good to see you.
- June, Mildred.
It's good to see you.
- Nice to see you, Doctor.
- Quite an accomplishment, eh?
- [Millie] Quite.
- Has Shelly told you I hit on the idea
of restoring this particular old place?
- [Millie] No, do tell us.
- Well, it's part of my family history.
You see, it was oh, 160 some odd years ago
that my great-great-great-grandfather,
Cuthbert Greenway, was a butler on this very estate.
- Really?
- Yes, from butler to psychiatrist in six generations.
Now, that's democracy for you!
- Pardon, Mr. Gage, this was delivered this morning.
- Oh, yes a plaque for the well.
Look, honey.
- It's very impressive.
- Strange, isn't it?
In all these years no one has ever discovered
who those two traitors were.
- I hope the ghosts don't
throw this one over the fence, too.
- Ghosts?
Did you say ghosts?
- Oh, it's just a legend, Mildred.
The ghosts are supposed to hurl their memorial stone
over the fence every so often.
- Yep.
Last time was Fourth of July.
Put Mayor Hathaway in the hospital for two weeks.
Hit him in the head with it.
- Interesting case, isn't it?
- I think we'd better get this placed
on the well before dinner.
I'll get some tools.
- [Horatio] Let me go, let me go!
I'm gonna throw that plaque over the fence!
- Oh, stop, Horatio.
What good would it do?
They'll only put it back.
- Then I'll throw it back over again.
Look, I don't want all those people coming up here
and saying:
♪ Here lie the dirty traitors ♪
- Oh, pooh, I'm used to it.
- Well, I‘m not.
- Besides, it only happens once a year
when they have the Fourth of July picnic up here.
- Yeah, but did you hear what that man said?
He said every Saturday they're gonna open up
the place to the public between the hours
of two and four.
And I'm just not gonna stand for it!
- But darling, what can you do about it?
- I'll tell you what I'm gonna do about it.
I'm gonna make them sorry they ever rebuilt that house.
- Well, what are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna haunt 'em.
That's what I'm gonna do!
Mm-hmm!
- Horatio!
Horatio!
- I always forget to do that.
- Well, you'd better forget the whole thing.
You know no self-respecting ghosts
do any haunting until midnight.
- Oh.
All right, I'll wait.
But tonight, I haunt!
(gentle music)
(clock chimes midnight)
(log thuds)
(gentle music)
- [Melody] Psst!
(Horatio exclaims)
- Ooh!
Don't do that!
You almost scared the life out of me.
- Oh, I'm sorry,
but I was lonely up at the tree and I got frightened.
Please let me stay down here with you.
- Well, all right.
But don't try to stop me.
My mind is already made up.
(rattling doorknob)
- Can't believe it.
It's exactly the same.
Let's go in.
- We can't.
Everything is locked.
If we wasn't a couple of outdoor ghosts
we'd know what to do.
- Well, darling, why don't we try to go in
the same way as we go up and down the tree?
You know.
Here I go.
(whimsical music)
- I don't think she made it.
(knocking at window)
- Come on, it's easy!
(Horatio wheezes)
(playful music)
(Horatio whimpers)
- I'm stuck!
(Horatio groaning)
Melody! (groans)
(laughs) I didn't make it.
- Horatio, won't you ever learn?
- I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- Thank you.
- Why, it's amazing!
Horatio, look at this table.
(stammering) And the sofa!
- I'll light a candle.
- How could they have known what it was like?
- Don't work.
Glass around the wick.
Look.
(both gasp)
- What'd you do?
- Well...
- Well, blow it out.
- Blow it out?
- Yeah, 90 on.
(Horatio blowing)
- You blow it out.
(both gasp)
(light switch clicks)
Uh-oh.
(light switch clicks)
- Why...
(light switch clicking)
What an astonishing idea.
Probably got it from Ben Franklin.
He's always inventing things.
- Be calm.
Be reasonable.
- You see?
There's nothing to be afraid of.
- I've changed my mind about haunting this place.
Let's go back to the well.
- Oh, not yet, Horatio, this is fun!
- I'm scared.
- Oh, really!
"Memoirs of Thomas Danbury, Esquire."
- What?
- Thomas Danbury's memoirs!
- His grandmas?
(table crashes)
- "With a repentant heart, I dedicate these memoirs
"to my country and to Melody Allen,
"whose love I betrayed for vainglorious ambition.
- Speaking of the devil, there he is.
- It's a perfect copy.
But he belongs in the library.
- And we belong back in the tree.
Let's go.
- Oh, don't be such a fraidy-cat, Horatio.
This is the first pleasure I've had since 1780.
The harpsichord!
It looks exactly the same.
- Don't touch it.
Something's liable to happen.
- Oh, nonsense.
Why don't you be like me?
I'm sensible.
- I'm sensible, too.
- And I'm brave.
- I should've quit when I was even.
- Why don't you pull yourself together
and practice what you preach?
(harpsichord playing)
What was that?
(harpsichord playing)
- [Operator] Number please.
- Spooks!
- What's the matter?
- That thing over there just talked to me.
- Oh, you're just imagining things.
- Uh-uh-uh!
Oh! (harpsichord plays)
- That note always did stick.
(footsteps approaching)
- Shh, somebody's coming.
- Sheldon, is that you?
- Quick! Un-manifest!
(whimsical music)
(Horatio whimpering)
For heaven's sake, hurry up.
- Cuthbert!
Melody!
Melody, it's Cuthbert!
And he's still alive!
- [Melody] How can he be?
- I don't know.
They say only the good die young.
(Horatio whimpering)
Odsbodkins, I'm still showing!
(playful music)
(classical music)
Melody, I don't think he can see me.
- [Melody] Are you sure?
- Take a look.
Watch.
(playful music)
- [Melody] See if he can hear you.
Whistle.
(Horatio whistles loudly)
Horatio, this is wonderful!
(Melody snaps fingers)
- Have I got an idea!
(Ralph sighs)
- What's the matter with me?
(Horatio snickering)
(playful music)
(chair crashes)
(Horatio laughing)
- How do you like that, Master Cuthbert?
(laughs) Zounds!
What well did she come out of?
Melody!
- Emily.
Aren't you the playful one?
Emily.
Emily!
- Dr. Greenway.
- Ah.
- Did you hear it, too?
- Hear what?
- They're here.
Somebody must've done something to offend them.
- Offend who?
- Them from the well, the ghosts.
- Oh, nonsense.
There's no such a thing.
(Horatio laughing)
- You hear him?
(Horatio and Melody laughing)
They're laughing.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- You'd hear them if you were psychic like me.
- Emily, when you came in here
did you or did you not kick me?
- Why, certainly not.
- Uh-oh.
- Oh, you felt something, eh?
- Uh, I uh--
- I thought so.
It's you they're after.
- No.
- You must've annoyed them playing that harpsichord.
- Harpsichord?
Uh-oh.
Uh, Emily.
If I were you I wouldn't say anything
to the folks about this.
They don't understand this psychic business
like we do, you know?
They might think you're a little bit, uh...
You understand.
Best you go up to bed.
Goodnight, Emily.
- Goodnight.
(strikes match)
- If you want me, all you gotta do is whistle.
(Melody gasps)
- Harpsichord.
(Melody and Horatio snickering)
(Ralph plays harpsichord)
(Ralph sighs)
(harpsichord playing)
(door bangs shut)
(Melody and Horatio laughing)
(Horatio plays harpsichord)
(Melody and Horatio laughing)
- Oh, this is the happiest day of my life.
(Melody laughs)
So, Cuthbert Greenway is now Doctor Greenway.
He'll need a dozen doctors
before I get through with him! (snickers)
(Horatio plays harpsichord)
- [Melody] Horatio.
Horatio, come quickly!
- What now?
- This picture.
- That's your beloved Tom.
- [Melody] This is the original painting.
I'd know it anywhere.
Look at the artist's name: Stuart.
- So?
- And that harpsichord.
That note, A, it always did stick.
- Hmm.
- This is the original, too.
I can't be wrong.
Do you realize what this means?
- It means they were stuck with a lot of old furniture.
- Don't be so stupid,
it means they found all the original furniture.
Perhaps in this house at this very moment
is your letter from George Washington.
- My letter?
From George Washington?
- Horatio, if we find it--
- It'll prove that we're not traitors
and then we'll be able to get away from this place at last!
Melody, where'll we look first?
- In the library, of course.
That's where Tom had it.
Come on, let's search the library.
(bright music)
- Nora!
It won't be long now!
(bright music)
(books clattering)
Melody, when you said secret compartment,
you meant secret!
I can't find a thing!
Melody, do I have to do all the work around here?
- Oh, my, wasn't I lovely, Horatio?
Of course, I'm in the wrong place.
- We're both in the wrong place
and if we don't find the letter,
we're never gonna get out of here.
Now, come on!
- Oh, be patient with me, Horatio.
- Be patient!
Do you realize that my girlfriend Nora's
been waiting for me for 165 years?
And a girl will only wait so long and no longer.
- All right.
Let me see, desk, books, chairs...
(papers rustling)
Clock.
Have you searched the clock, Horatio?
- The clock?
Melody, in my day I was the best tinker in the Colonies
and there's one thing I know absolutely.
No one ever put a secret door in a clock.
We simply gotta find that letter.
Please help me?
Come on.
(books clattering)
- I don't seem to remember this piece.
- Oh, oh!
- Oh!
- [Man On Radio] Okay, Phantom, we gotcha covered!
- [Man On Radio] Stick up your hands!
- [Man On Radio] Yeah, and this time don't try
any disappearin' acts or we fill you full of hot lead!
- Mister, whoever you are, don't get violent.
- [Man On Radio] There's his little playmate over there.
- [Man On Radio] Get your hands up, sister.
Come on, get 'em up!
- You'd better get 'em up.
They sound awful mad.
- [Man On Radio] Okay, Phantom,
we wanna know who tipped you off.
Start singin'.
- I'm not in good voice tonight.
- [Man On Radio] You heard the boss.
Sing.
- [Man On Radio] Come on now, sing out.
♪ Drink to me I
♪ Only with thine eyes ♪
I And I will ♪
- [Man On Radio] Cut the stallin'.
- Pledge!
♪ Pledge with mine I
(police whistle blowing on radio)
- [Man On Radio] What's that?
- [Man On Radio] The cops!
Blow!
Everybody blow!
(crashing on radio)
(police whistle blowing on radio)
- [Man On Radio] Go on, boys, let 'em have it!
(machine gun rattling on radio)
- Melody!
Melody! Melody!
Melody!
Don't ever leave me alone.
(machine gun rattling on radio)
- Oh, be calm.
Be reasonable.
(machine gun rattling on radio)
- Sounds like the radio.
- Well, it can't be the Revolutionary War.
(woman screams on radio)
- [Radio Announcer] Listen again tomorrow night
to The Phantom Hour.
How does the Phantom and his lady escape?
- Like this!
- Wait, wait for me.
- [Radio Announcer] And now Midnight Dan
brings you a half hour of popular dance tunes.
(bright swing music)
(candlestick clunks)
- Oh, the idea of Shelly playing the radio
at this hour of night!
- I can't understand it.
- I tell you, he's off the beam again.
(bright swing music)
- [June] Shelly!
- Well, that's a fine place to take a nap.
- Shelly.
Shelly!
Darling.
Oh, Millie, he's hurt.
Call Ralph, quickly.
- Dr. Greenway!
Dr. Greenway!
(gasps) Emily.
Emily, for heaven's sake, turn off the radio.
- Oh, darling, what happened?
- 0w, my head!
- Oh.
Let's get him into the library.
- I'm all right, now, clear, thanks.
- Oh!
Oh, there you are.
For once you'll really come in handy.
They're in there.
- [Horatio] (muffled) It's stuffy in here.
- [Melody] Talk plainer.
- [Horatio] I can't!
You've got your foot in my mouth.
- Come on out, Horatio, it‘s all right now.
- Oh.
Look.
- Oh, I‘m sorry.
- Let's look for the letter tomorrow night.
I'm tired.
- Oh, but Horatio, this is our perfect chance.
They're all in the library
and we can search the whole interior.
- Yeah.
You take the up-terior and I'll take the down-terior.
- Be calm, be reasonable.
- Oh, stop it, all of you!
I keep telling you I didn't make this mess!
The radio woke me just like it woke the rest of you.
I came down here to turn it off.
When I reached for that doorknob,
something, some invisible force,
yanked it open and then I was met by that gust of icy wind.
- Oh, don't get excited.
- I'm not excited!
- All right.
- I keep telling you there was nobody there
and I got bopped on the head with this candlestick!
- Moving under it's own power, no doubt.
- Now, wait a minute, Mildred! - Millie.
- I'm telling you exactly what happened
and don't stand there looking at me
as if you think I‘m crazy!
I'm just as sane as Ralph.
- Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
- You're just overwrought.
You're imagining things.
- No, he's not.
It's them, all right.
The ghosts from the well.
They're up to their old mischief, throwing things around.
Oh, there's a curse on this house, all right.
- Ghosts!
They must have been a couple of interior decorators
looking for a little overtime.
- If I were you, I wouldn't make fun of them.
They don't like that.
- Really? (laughs)
- Now, listen, maybe she's right.
There are many strange legends about this house.
Couldn't it be possible
that some forces from the world beyond are trying to get--
- Oh, let's stop all this.
It's nothing but hysteria.
Sheldon had another one of his sleepwalking spells,
he came downstairs and turned on the radio.
Now, doesn't that sound like a sensible explanation, Ralph?
- Well, I uh--
- It was the ghosts.
I know they were here.
And so does Dr. Greenway.
- (stammering) I think we all need a stimulant.
Where's the brandy, Emily?
- In the living room.
- I'll get it, I'll get it.
- Cuthbert! (shrieks)
(whistles) Come on!
I tripped you, I tripped you! (laughs)
Why, I just...
I just swore I...
(Ralph sighs)
(brandy pouring)
(Ralph sighs)
(Horatio sputters and wheezes)
No.
No, this can't happen to me.
No, it's impossible.
It's a trick of my subconscious mind, I...
(stammering) Its all wrong.
It just can't be, it...
Oh.
Now, be calm.
Ralph.
Ralph!
Be calm.
Be cool, uh...
Don't get excited, Ralph.
Everything is all right.
These things can't be, it's uh...
(Ralph tutting)
Thank you.
(heart thumping)
(Horatio trumpeting)
(Horatio laughing)
— But darling, I told you 50 times I wasn't--
- Sheldon! Sheldon!
- Ralph!
Ralph, what's the matter?
- Oh!
(Horatio laughing)
(Horatio trumpeting)
(Horatio wheezing)
(Horatio shrieks)
(Horatio coughs and wheezes)
- You're a bad boy.
- I'm 5 o rry 7
- I knew you were up to something.
Now, you run along.
We have to find that letter.
- All right.
- Well, go on!
- I'll go.
- Go on, hurry up.
Hurry up!
I'm going upstairs again.
- Mistress Melody, I'll go down into the cellar and...
Mistress Melody.
Mistress Melody!
No tricks!
(door bangs shut)
(gentle music)
(playful music)
Ah, get out!
(Horatio crashes)
(cork pops)
(classical music)
- Oh, if Tom could only see me now.
(Ralph moaning)
- Come on, Ralph, be calm, be reasonable.
(Ralph moaning)
- Oh, keep 'em away!
Keep 'em away!
They've got a grudge against me.
Oh!
- Come on, Ralph, now tell us what happened.
- Oh, bottles floating through space.
Glasses filling up by themselves.
And somebody tooted in my stethoscope.
- You see, darling, you didn't believe me.
Maybe now you're willing to concede
there‘s something odd going on around here.
- No.
No, I'm not, Shelly.
You've merely communicated your hysteria to him.
- Yep.
Yep, yep, I hear ya.
- Oh, get her.
- I hear ya callin‘ me.
Ghosts of the well, lead me to you.
(Ralph groans)
- Wait a minute.
Better leave that here.
We need it much more than the ghosts do.
- The ghosts of the well?
Why should they want to persecute us?
What do they want?
- Well, maybe they got an eviction notice
and want to move in on us.
Well, you people can stay up all night
battling about ghosts,
but the charming Mrs. Dean is gonna hit the sack.
And I'll take my spirits with me.
(classical music)
Hello.
(Millie gasps)
(Millie screams)
(wind whistling)
- Millie!
Millie!
Millie, what's the matter?
Oh!
Oh, Shelly, help me get her into the living room.
- I was coming up the stairs
and that thing was...
(Millie gasps)
- How did this get here?
(Millie screams)
- Oh, hurry, darling!
- I'll take that.
- Here.
- Oh!
(Millie gasps)
- Darling--
- Take it away!
Take it away!
That dress, it's haunted!
I saw it coming down the stars all by itself!
I did! - Oh, Millie,
that's impossible.
- Oh, it is, huh?
How about that hit I got on the head?
- Yes. - See?
- And what about the tooting in my stethoscope?
(Ralph trumpeting)
(Millie screams)
- Oh, stop it!
Stop it, all of you!
I can't explain about the dress or anything else,
but I do know there's nothing supernatural about it.
And if you don't all stop acting like a bunch of
crazy neurotics, I'm going to start acting like one myself.
- Oh, well, listen, honey--
(Millie sobbing)
(Millie screams)
(electricity buzzing)
- (stammering) Melody!
Melody! (shrieks)
Melody!
- Oh, Horatio, stop that!
- Melody!
- Stop that!
(electricity buzzing)
Let go of it, Horatio!
Pull harder!
- Melody! (electricity buzzing)
(Horatio crashes)
- Horatio, let's get back to the tree!
I'm afraid!
Come on.
(electricity buzzing)
(Horatio shouts)
(loud blasts)
(tool clatters)
- Ooh!
Oh!
Ooh!
(Horatio blows)
(orchestral music)
(Horatio wheezing)
- We'll think more clearly in the morning.
- Well, we'd better think more clearly.
I'll not spend another night in this house.
(June gasps)
- (screams) Doc!
Oh, Doc!
- Oh, look, it's floating!
- Oh!
(dog barking)
- Look.
(dog barking)
(dog whimpering)
(dog velping)
Now do you believe there's something supernatural
going on here?
- I don't know what to believe.
But I know whatever it is, it's terrifying.
- Ghosts of the well, come back.
They've gone.
You've frightened them.
- We did? - We did?
- Yep.
They've gone back to the well, all right.
- And we're going back to town
first thing in the morning.
- Oh, June, please.
You've got to help me figure this thing out.
Come on, darling.
- No.
I don't care what Emily says,
I'm not taking part in any seance.
I've had enough.
- But darling, isn't it better to try to find the truth?
Here, let me read you something.
This is the record of a Major Putnam,
who shot the two traitors.
He says, "Then we tossed their bodies down the well
"and I cursed their miserable spirits
"to be bound to Danbury Acres till crack of doom."
Now, don‘t you see, if it's anything at all,
it must be those two poor devils.
They can't get off this property.
- But Sheldon, that's sheer medieval superstition.
- Shelly is right, June.
As a psychiatrist, I've got to agree with him.
And if we all intend to keep our sanity,
we've got to get to the bottom of this.
Now, if a seance is the only means--
- And that from a man who wrote a dozen articles
exposing all seances as fakes.
- Please, Mildred, please, both of you.
Let's do what Emily suggests
and if this seance doesn‘t work,
I swear I'll give up the whole thing
and go back to New York with you in the morning.
Is that fair enough?
- Oh, all right, Sheldon, that's,
that's a deal.
- Thank you, darling.
Go ahead, Emily.
- Now, put your hands on the table again,
little fingers touching.
- And we've all got to make our minds perfectly blank.
- Well, that should be easy for you.
- It is, it...
(Emily speaking foreign language)
(Horatio coughs)
- Did you feel that?
- Yes.
Something's happening.
- It must be them people down at the house.
They're up to something again.
(Emily speaking foreign language in distance)
- Oh, something's pulling me!
- Me, too. - Oh!
- Hang on.
Hang on!
(wind howling)
Hang on!
(wind howling)
(chandelier tinkling)
- (stammering) The windows.
(wind howling)
- I can feel their presence.
- We didn't mean any harm.
Won't you please let us go back to the well,
where we belong?
I promise we will never bother you again.
Oh, please, let us go back to the well.
What do you say?
(Emily speaking foreign language)
Oh, thank you.
Thank you ever so much.
Ah.
Did you hear what that nice lady said?
What did she say?
- Oh, shh, be quiet and listen.
- They're here.
- Spirits of the well,
we know the curse upon your souls.
We only wish to help you if we can.
- Horatio, did you hear what that charming young man said?
They want to help us.
- It's a trick.
I don't trust 'em.
Let's go back.
- If you wish to cooperate with us,
rap on this table.
Once for no and twice for yes.
- Horatio, go on, do as he says.
Maybe they can help us find your letter.
- My letter?
(Emily speaking foreign language)
Yeah.
Yeah!
(Emily speaking foreign language)
- Spirits of the well, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
(Horatio raps twice) (Millie gasps)
Are you willing to help us?
(Horatio raps twice)
- Are you the spirits of the two traitors?
- Ow!
- Ralph!
- Don't you call me no traitor, you!
- (stammering) Why do they always pick on me?
- [June] Perhaps it was your question
that offended them, Ralph.
- You're right, I think you've hit it.
Are you trying to tell us that you're not traitors?
(Horatio raps twice)
Then who are you?
What are you?
Identify yourselves!
- Cuthbert Greenway, you know who I am.
I'm Horatio Prim, the little tinker,
and this is Melody Allen.
We were on our way to warn General Washington
about Benedict Arnold.
- Horatio, Horatio! - And then...
I mean, but I gotta--
- Don't be silly.
Don't you realize they can't hear us?
- Who are you?
Who are you?
- Who am I?
How am I gonna tell him who I am
if all I can do is rap yes or no?
- I've got it!
Follow me!
- They're going away.
I feel 'em.
They're going away.
- Well, don't think it hasn't been interesting,
because it hasn't.
How about a nice, quiet game of gin rummy?
- Millie, sit down.
We're going through with this experiment.
- Emily, try calling them back, will you?
- Shh.
Spirits of the well, come back.
Come back.
They're here.
- (gasps) Look!
(Millie screams)
(wind whistling)
Melody Allen!
- Ooh!
- Go on, get back under the table.
- They're trying to tell us that one of the ghosts
is Melody Allen.
- I don't understand.
They're both supposed to be men.
Are you trying to tell us that one of you is Melody Allen?
(Horatio raps twice) (Millie gasps)
- Oh, now we're all confused.
Who is the other one?
- Who is the other one?
I keep tellin' ya who the other one is!
It's me, it's me!
- I wonder how we can get him to tell us who he is.
- If we knew what their profession was,
that might give us a hint.
- Yeah.
- You've got it there.
Wait a minute.
Are you a soldier?
(Horatio raps once)
No.
A gentleman?
(Horatio raps once)
- Why not try that old rhyme?
The one that has all sorts of people in it.
You know, "Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief."
- June, that's a great idea!
Spirits of the well, listen to this rhyme.
Were you a rich man?
(Horatio raps once)
Poor man?
(Horatio raps twice)
He was a poor man.
- [Ralph] That's right
- Well, then, doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief won't apply.
Uh, how does the rest of it go?
- Oh, tinker--
(Horatio raps twice)
- Wait a minute, he's a tinker!
Danbury mentions a tinker right in here.
Let's see if I can find it.
"The shame I experienced because of my treasonable
"activities was increased threefold
"when the maid, Nora, wrote me
"and asked for information concerning
"one Horatio Prim, her fiancee, who was a tinker."
- Nora.
Oh, Nora!
She did worry about me.
- "He had disappeared from the manor
"on the night of the fire,
"a similar fate to my beloved and innocent Melody."
- Oh, Tom.
- [Sheldon] "I bethought myself that this must be
"the selfsame tinker whose letter of recommendation--"
- [Ralph] Letter of recommendation?
- [Sheldon] "From George Washington
"I had taken forcibly from Nora
"and hidden in a secret drawer."
- [Ralph] Uh, wait a minute.
Now, just a minute.
Then if the tinker had a letter from George Washington,
he couldn't have been a traitor.
(Horatio raps twice)
- We're right!
You see, we're right! - See that?
- Don't tell me we're gonna spend the rest of the night
trying to contact George Washington!
- Don't you understand?
What they've been doing is looking for
proof of their innocence, that letter.
- Of course!
That letter would remove the curse from them.
(Horatio raps twice)
- Ooh!
- Horatio, they know, they know!
Isn't it wonderful?
- I did it!
I did it!
Oh, boy, we'll be outta here in no time!
Woo-hoo!
- Well, Sheldon, all the original furniture is here.
All we have to do is find that secret drawer
that Danbury mentioned.
- Yes, the drawer.
- Yeah.
- Perhaps they know.
Let's ask them. - I wonder.
- Mistress Alan, Master Prim, where is the secret drawer?
Do you know?
- Odsbodkins and copper pots!
That's just it!
We don't know, do we?
(Emily speaking foreign language)
- There she goes again.
Must be number one on her hit parade.
- [June] Shh, Millie!
- Please, answer me.
Have you any idea where this letter may be hidden?
(rapid rapping)
Go slowly, slowly.
We can't understand you.
(rapid rapping)
- Oh! (Julie gasps)
(Horatio whimpers)
Ah!
- (stammering) Melody.
That ain't me doing that!
- No.
- No! (wheezing)
No, no!
Look!
(stammering) I don't wanna scare you folks,
but that ain't me under the table. (whimpering)
- [Tom's Voice] Melody.
Melody.
- Her voice is changing.
- Oh, it's Tom.
My Tom.
- You were gonna marry her?
- [Tom's Voice] Melody.
My beloved.
It's Tom.
I've come to help you.
- Oh, Shelly!
What does it mean?
- It must be Danbury speaking through Emily.
- Oh, fine!
A ghost to ghost broadcast.
- Horatio, why can't I see him?
- You can't.
You poor kid.
You see, he's got his wings and we're still grounded.
- Master Danbury, we want to help Miss Melody.
Tell us, where is the secret drawer?
- [Tom's Voice] Start at 12.
Turn twice to three.
At 10 past one,
'twill open be.
- Would you mind repeating that last part?
- He's gone.
He's gone.
His brief span on earth is over.
(wind howling)
- [Melody] Tom!
Tom!
- But Emily,
Emily where is the secret drawer?
- Secret drawer?
I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything else.
Goodnight.
- Start at 12, turn twice to three at 10 past--
- Now he's got it!
- You bet your life I've got it!
12, three, 10 past, that can only mean a clock!
The letter's hidden in the clock.
- [Ralph] But there's over a dozen clocks in this house.
- [Sheldon] Oh, what do we care?
We'll search every one of them!
Come on, let's get started.
- All right.
Don't get excited.
- Melody!
Melody, they've got the answer!
The letter is hidden in a clock!
- Tom only had that letter in the library.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- The library clock!
- Yeah, yeah!
Hooray!
- Well, don't just stand there,
we've got to let them know!
- Oh!
I gotta tell Nora.
Nora, I'll be with you soon!
Won't I, Horatio? (laughs)
Oh!
Odsbodkins, we're all mixed up!
Whew!
Melody, don't ever do that again.
I'm a boy.
Hurry, into the library!
- Cuthbert.
- What do you want?
- Nothing.
- Cuthbert!
- What do you want?
- Nothing!
- Mr. Gage.
- What do you want?
- Nothing.
- What do you want?
- I want you to get them to come look in the library.
- That's what I'm trying to do!
- I have an idea.
Come on. (Horatio coughs)
- Well, it certainly isn't in this one.
- No.
(book slams)
(Millie screams)
- [Ralph] The library.
They're trying to tell us to come into the library.
- Yeah, you're right!
- They must mean that clock.
- [Sheldon] Oh, no, that's not the clock.
- [Horatio] Oh, yes it is!
- But Shelly, they directed us here.
- I'm sorry, but that isn't the clock.
That happens to be one of my very fine reproductions.
The original's in the museum.
- [Millie] Well, why don't you go to New York
and search the clock?
- I can't do that.
That board of directors won't even talk to me.
As a matter of fact, they barred me from the museum.
- Darling, do you suppose they'd let me examine it?
- [Sheldon] They wouldn't let anybody touch that clock.
- Oh, that's fine.
Let's give the ghosts a 99 year lease
and move back to Park Avenue.
- Darling, I feel so sorry for them.
- Well, so do I.
What can I do about it?
- I'll get the clock.
I'm the logical one to do it.
- Why you?
- (chuckles) Has it ever occurred to you folks
why I'm the main target to these ghosts?
- Probably your ancestor, that butler, was an old so and so.
- That‘s exactly right, he was.
And there's every possibility that he
did this Horatio Prim wrong.
- Yeah, could be.
- Well, if that's the truth, this is my chance
to atone for the sins of my forefathers.
- Ralph, I think you're right.
- I'll leave the first thing in the morning.
- Horatio!
Horatio, listen to me.
- You don't have to tell me.
- Oh, yes, I do!
- Let's go back to the well, Melody.
- But you don't understand.
Dr. Greenway himself is going to the museum
to get the clock.
- He's gonna do that for us?
- Yes, he's trying to make up for what Cuthbert did to you.
- For what Cuthbert did to me?
- Mm-hmm.
- Odsbodkins! Mm!
Melody, he's a nice man.
I'm gonna thank him.
- Wait a minute, Ralph.
Hold this and I‘ll get another candle.
- Oh, sure.
- Thank you, Dr. Greenway.
Thank you.
- Millie!
(loud slapping)
- My dear Dr. Greenway.
I know you by reputation, by I repeat,
we cannot allow so valuable an antique
to be removed from the premises.
- But Professor Dibbs, can't I at least examine the clock?
- Sorry, Doctor, but that's contrary to our policy.
- I told you it was only a pair of shoes.
- Sorry, madam.
Regulations.
Oh, sorry, sir.
Anything under that coat, sir?
- Uh, only me.
I've got to watch my diet.
(clock chimes four)
My, four o'clock!
How time does fly.
And so must I.
Bill, hey, Bill!
The Queen Anne clock is missing!
- That liar.
Stop, thief, stop, thief!
- Professor Dibbs!
Professor Dibbs!
- [Bill] Stop thief!
- Get me the police department immediately.
Hurry!
(clock chiming)
- Five o'clock.
I don't understand it, the museum's closed by now.
(teacup clinks)
Ralph promised to call me.
- Relax, darling.
Our ghostly friends have waited a century and a half.
A few more minutes won't make any difference.
- This is a mighty fateful moment.
Even the ghosts are worried.
I know, I can feel 'em.
They're right here in this room.
Yep.
I guess I'd better make some more tea.
- Ghosts!
Ghosts, that's all she talks about.
Oh, uh, pardon me.
Is this chair taken?
(chuckles) Thank you.
(gasps)
(stammering) Thank you very much.
I think I'll stand for a while.
(doorbell buzzes)
- Oh, that's Ralph at last.
- Come on, Millie.
- Uh, excuse me.
(door shuts closed)
- Melody, this is it!
He's here!
Ooh!
(door bangs loudly)
I forgot to do it again.
- Lieutenant Mason, state police.
- Oh, how do you do?
- Is Dr. Greenway here?
- Not yet.
We're expecting him.
- Fine, we'll wait.
- Is anything wrong, officer?
- Your doctor friend stole a very valuable clock
from the museum this afternoon.
- Stole it? - Yeah.
Connors. - Yes, sir?
- Better drive our car out of sight.
Don't want Greenway to see it.
- Right, sir.
- Uh, Lieutenant, if you'll come into the living room,
I think I can explain this.
- Poor Dr. Greenway!
Is he in trouble?
- Is he in trouble?
What about us?
If they catch him here, they'll take him
and the clock before Mr. Gage has a chance to search it.
- Odsbodkins!
What do we do now?
- We've got to keep him away from the house.
Hurry, Horatio!
- Ghosts?
Hey, what do you take me for, a chump?
- I know it's hard to believe, Lieutenant,
but we can prove it.
Horatio.
- Melody.
- Horatio!
- Melody!
(Millie whistles)
- [Sheldon] Horatio!
- [June] Melody!
(Millie whistles)
- [Sheldon] Horatio!
(Millie whistles)
- Oh, we'll be back in a minute!
Hey, hey! - Stop!
- Hey, Dr. Greenway!
Dr. Greenway, it's a trap!
Don't go in there!
Trap!
(car rumbling)
Hey, hey! - Stop!
- Hey
Dr. Greenway!
Dr. Greenway, don't go in there!
It's a trap!
- Oh, Horatio, he can't hear us!
We must stop him.
(chain clanging)
(bangs head)
(Horatio sputtering)
(car door bangs shut)
- Psst, psst!
Dr. Greenway, the police are in the house.
- Uh-oh.
- Go hide in the stable.
- [Melody] Thank you, Emily.
Thank you.
- Mason!
Lieutenant Mason!
(knocking on door)
Lieutenant Mason!
Dr. Greenway's car.
- Well, where is he?
- I don't know, sir.
- Did you look for the clock?
- No, I didn't.
- Now, if I can only remember how that rhyme goes.
- Start at 12! - Uh-huh!
- (snaps) I have it.
Start at 12.
(clock chiming)
- Uh-oh.
You gotta stop that noise.
Somebody's gonna hear you, Dr. Greenway.
- Now... - Do something!
- How does the rest of it go?
- How do I know?
How do I know?
- I got it. (clock chiming)
Turn twice at three.
- [Connors] Lieutenant Mason!
(clock chiming)
- Well, hurry, Horatio, they‘re coming.
Turn the hands of the dial.
- Okay.
(secret drawer clicks)
Millie, the letter!
Hooray! (exclaiming)
It just went in and out, in and out,
in and out!
The letter!
It's right here!
It's gone.
Did you see it?
Did you see it open? - Yes.
It was there.
- Dr. Greenway, the drawer was open!
The drawer was open!
I don't know what I could do, but the drawer went
zip, zip!
- [Connors] Stick up your hands.
- Dr. Greenway, I'm not kidding ya!
Because it...
(Horatio singing gibberish)
I‘ With thine eyes and I will ♪
- Pledge! Pledge!
♪ Pledge with mine I
- We gotta blow!
- It would've been cheaper for you to have bought a watch.
(Horatio blowing)
Come on, Greenway.
- Oh, hurry, Horatio, get the clock.
- Okay.
- Oh!
(Horatio sobs)
Oh, come on, Horatio!
Hurry up and come on.
- I had it right in my hands and I--
- I know.
I know, but come on.
We'll get it.
Come on, Horatio.
Come on.
- But Lieutenant, if you'll only listen.
We know the letter's in that clock.
- Yeah?
How?
- [Ralph] Tom Danbury's ghost told us so.
- That's all, brother.
Come on, get in.
- [June] Oh, don't worry, Ralph!
We'll get the best lawyer in New York to defend you.
- And you can always plead insanity.
You know how.
(police officers chattering)
(Horatio laughs)
- It wasn't me.
It was Horatio.
- Horatio, huh?
You gonna give me some more of that?
(Lieutenant whistles)
(Horatio laughs)
Come on, let's get outta here!
(car rumbling)
(tires screech)
Hey, what's the idea of jamming on the brakes like that?
- I didn't touch the brakes!
- I suppose I did it?
Come on, let's get going.
(engine revving)
Well, what's the matter now?
- I don't know, sir!
Something's holding us back.
I'd better get out and find out.
- Horatio.
- Horatio!
- They've stopped.
- Shelly, June!
- [Horatio] Don‘t worry, Dr. Greenway.
As long as we're in here,
they can't get this carriage through the gates.
- [Melody] Horatio, do you think you could
work this contraption?
- [Horatio] Why?
- [Melody] The well.
We could hide the doctor and the clock there,
well, till the police leave.
- [Horatio] Hey, what an idea.
Now, let's see.
He turned it with this.
He pushed that.
And stepped on this.
- Ah, you've blown your top.
There's nothing the matter here!
Get in the back seat, I‘ll drive.
- Okay, Lieutenant.
- Now, get in!
(thrilling music)
- [Horatio] It's supposed to run the other way!
- [Melody] Try to push the handle down.
Woo!
(tires screeching)
- [Horatio] This is fun!
- There's nobody at the wheel!
- [Horatio] Oh!
- Hey, Greenway!
Stop that car!
(tires screeching)
(Horatio screaming)
- [Horatio] Get outta the way!
(thrilling music)
- Close the gates!
(Millie screams)
(tires screeching)
- [Horatio] What do I do now?
Oh!
Look!
Ooh!
- [Ralph] Look out!
(tires screeching)
- [Horatio] Oh, Melody!
- It's heading for the well!
(car rumbling)
(Ralph shouting)
(brakes screeching)
(car crashing)
(gentle music)
(Horatio whimpering)
- (stammering) Melody!
- Oh, Horatio.
- Do you know a fella could get killed doing this?
Odsbodkins!
(car doors slamming)
- Whoa!
Well, how are we gonna explain this to the chief?
(Ralph groaning)
Ah!
So you tried to get away, huh?
- No, no, no, no!
- [Sheldon] Ralph, you all right?
- I don't know yet.
- Ralph!
(clock chiming)
- [All] The clock!
- Shelly!
Shelly, here it is!
- The letter.
- Oh!
- Melody!
They got it!
- Now do you believe us, Lieutenant?
- Well, right now I'll believe anything.
But will Chief Callahan believe me?
No.
- Now the curse is ended.
This proves they weren't traitors
and their spirits are no longer bound to these acres.
They're free.
Free.
- We're free.
We're free!
Melody, what are we waiting for?
- Come on!
(bright music)
- [Horatio] Wait a minute!
(playful music)
Here, Lieutenant, this is yours.
- Thanks.
(playful music)
- Well?
- Well, there's nothing to be frightened of.
- Mistress Melody, ladies first.
You go.
- Ah.
(dramatic music)
I'm out!
- You made it.
Melody, I...
(Horatio wheezing)
Melody!
(Horatio laughing)
- Oh, Horatio!
There you are.
- Thank you.
(gentle music)
- [Tom's Voice] Melody.
Melody.
- Oh, it's Tom!
My Tom.
Goodbye, Horatio.
I'm going to miss you.
- Goodbye, Melody.
I'm gonna miss you, too.
But don't you worry.
Just as soon as Nora and I get set,
we'll have you and Tom over for dinner.
I'll have Nora bake a nice big angel cake.
(gentle music)
- [Nora's Voice] Horatio.
Here I am, Horatio.
(heavenly music)
- Nora!
Nora!
- [Nora] Horatio, here I am.
- Nora!
- Horatio.
- You've waited for me.
- It's been a long time.
- Now that I'm here, nothing can keep us apart.
Let me in.
- I can't Horatio.
- Why?
(heavenly music)
Odsbodkins!
(dramatic music)