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Hello? Any ghosts in here?
Come out! Come out wherever you are!
Oh, Iris, stop that!
How about some light in here?
Coming up!
Well, welcome to the haunted bedroom.
Hey, this is not so creepy.
It's no barrel of laughs either.
Funny, it's kind of kinky.
Jen, you're not really going through, is it?
Are you kidding? I was just joking.
Well, I wasn't! Look, we had a bet, didn't we?
A hundred dollars?
Cash on the line.
You're not going to chicken out on us, are you, Dave?
No way. How about you, Jennifer?
But it's silly.
Well, sure it is. But it's easy as a hundred I'll ever make.
Yeah, come on, Jenny, you said you would, don't you?
Please, Jennifer, don't.
You told us yourself that the last couple who stayed here were never seen again.
And that was way back in aught five.
Ira!
Look, don't let them rattle you.
If anybody tries to come through that door tonight, ghost or no ghost,
well, I'll use his skull for a baseball.
Right, you tell them, Dave.
The mysteries of the dark beyond are not for us to see.
Remember, deep and silent was the gloom of that strange, unholy room.
Though the servants searched all night till the glint of dawn's sad light,
not a trace of hair or hide was found of Quentin or his bride.
That's real funny, Ira.
It's nonsense. It's just a big put-on.
Yeah, that's the girl. You show us. Now, come on, give me the key.
Oh, come on, Ira, you're not going to lock us in this room.
Yeah, and you and Dave are going to put one over on us.
No way. That was part of my bet.
Come on.
You and your fun ideas.
That a girl.
Jennifer, please, don't.
I'll be all right, Sandy.
To cheer you through the night, moratorite salut, Thomas.
Thank you. Okay, you guys, let's clear the room.
Say hello to the ghosts for me.
Say they can catch one.
Good night.
You ready?
I think so. Now, leave us alone.
Good night.
Don't forget to shut the door.
Well, here we are.
Here, this will pick you up. You're not afraid, are you?
No, of course not.
That a girl.
Okay.
I can open.
Two to play.
Cards.
Two cards.
Three, three, sorry.
One more card.
Get away!
Dave?
Jennifer?
Open.
They're a sensible bunch of kids, Bob.
When Jennifer asked me if she could use the house for a small party,
I didn't think twice about it.
You know all the guests? Your niece didn't invite any strangers?
Well, certainly not to her.
Why a party there, particularly?
Oh, she wanted to do something different.
It's a turn-of-the-century mansion, old.
But the usual, legends, ghosts, manifestations, mysterious disappearances, drivel.
Next driveway.
Hardly your kind of place, Dennis.
Oh, it's not mine.
I'm on the board of the society that bought it.
We're restoring it to donate to the city as a period showplace.
Now I'd like to tear it down and give it to the city as a parking lot.
It's a mess down here, but restoration has begun upstairs.
Good morning, Chief, Commissioner.
Good morning, Fran.
Morning.
Well, all the convenience is at home.
Get on, Chief, it's working.
The others are still upstairs.
Doesn't seem to suit this style of home.
Well, undoubtedly added later on.
I've taken statements from all the witnesses.
They all tell pretty much the same story.
Ira Fenton and Cindy Morris are still with Ed.
And we let the others go home.
Well, good morning, Chief.
Are you ready to take on the spirit world?
I've yet to hear of a ghost solid enough to carry off two human beings.
Where is Ed?
In the haunted bedroom wrapping.
On the walls?
And with witnesses.
Last door till you left.
Hello, Chief.
Ed, how's it going?
Nothing so far.
No trap door, no false walls, window locked from the inside.
What about Prince?
All clean.
Whoever or whatever took those two people went all the way, even Prince.
Not a trace of hair or hide was found of Quentin or his bride.
Two of the guests at the party last night, Ira Fenton, Cindy Morris, Chief Ironside.
Chief.
Mr. Fenton, I understand you were the one who locked the door and kept the key.
That's right.
Is there any chance Jennifer and Mr. Warren might have had a duplicate key?
You mean like put one over on us, sneak down?
That's what I mean.
No way.
Look, Mr. Ironside, we all heard Jen screaming her head off.
Faces of blood on this candlestick.
It was on the floor right there when we came in.
No prints on it.
All right, run down Dave and Jennifer's medical history.
See if you can match the blood type.
One of her shoes was laying right beside it, I remember.
It's clean.
So is the champagne bottle, so are the glasses.
Nobody's prints on anything?
A few partials around the door.
They could belong to Mr. Fenton and the rest of the party.
Could?
We've got the others.
Ready for Mr. Fenton and Miss Morse now.
All right, thank you both.
Well?
Nothing but a lot of rubbish and building materials.
We're destroying it one room at a time.
I sounded all the walls.
Zero.
Chief, this place...
It doesn't do much for the chill,
but it makes it a little more cozy in here at least.
Cozy is hardly the word from Oz Liam.
Chief, what have you been that route?
Every square foot, even the ceiling.
I wanted to do it yourself, school,
or hadn't you noticed?
I noticed.
Easy, friend.
Hey, if you thought I was a spook, I'd take it personally.
Chief, if we're going to spend much more time here,
can we get a phone line in?
Running back and forth to the cars wearing me thin.
You look better already.
What'd the lab have?
Well, the blood on the candlestick was the same type as David Warner's.
And there were no traces of drugs or anything toxic
in the champagne bottle or the glass.
How about the prints we found?
It matched everybody's, but Warren and the girls.
It's as if they'd never been in this room.
Yeah, but they were.
We have six witnesses.
That's the bottom line.
Two sets of facts that contradict each other.
Well, what'll we do with them?
Well, I pass.
We really can't do anything with them.
Well, I'm ready to believe in the supernatural.
Fine, let's check that out.
What do you mean?
Your ghost, or whatever you want to call it,
has a history of going after couples.
You think he'd try for a quartet?
The doors and windows are all locked.
No sign of any activity.
As quiet as a tomb.
Oh, you could have picked a better simile.
Chief, how much longer are we going to stay here?
It's after two.
My knowledge, ghosts don't keep union hours.
I'll be here.
Nobody in any other room.
The lifts are still locked from the inside.
Well, somebody used this elevator.
First thing in the morning we'll get the lab on it.
Hey, summer chief, we struck out.
Hey, chief.
It was no longer than five minutes, commissioner.
Five minutes, that's all, and he was gone.
If it hadn't been for his wheelchair,
anyone would think he'd never even been there.
Not even any signs of a struggle?
None.
It's incredible, I simply can't believe it.
Commissioner, I'm ready to believe anything
that happened in that house.
Well, haven't you?
Last night I was convinced it was a hoax.
The kids were playing some stupid trick on me and all of us.
I even called Ira and practically blamed him.
And now Bob.
Whatever it is, sir, it's no trick.
All right, all right, Fran.
Are you and Mark and Ed on top of this?
They're at the house now.
Do you need any more help?
No, none at the moment.
We have a full crew out there now.
But I do remember that the chief asked for the architectural plans
of the house yesterday.
Have you found them yet?
The builder died years ago, but we managed to track down
the company that took over for him.
I have someone searching through their old files.
If I find anything, I'll send it right out to the house.
All right.
Well, thank you, sir.
Fran.
If you find anything, whatever it is, call me immediately.
Of course.
We're not getting anywhere outside.
Doug has stuck probes all the way around the house.
No tunnels, passageways, even big enough for a mole.
Negative here, too.
What are you doing?
Looking for some kind of remote control that would make the elevator
operate by itself.
Yeah, well, there's got to be, because that was nobody
in it, that's for sure.
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure of anything anymore, as a matter of fact,
including my eyes, ears, and the rest of my senses.
Take it up, will you?
Yeah.
I swear, if I didn't know we left the chief in that room,
I'd say that we'd all tripped out to the moon.
No trip, no way.
Yeah, but give me another wise.
I can't.
Say one thing, if we don't get somewhere soon,
show place, landmarks, I don't care.
I'm going to make the commissioner take this place apart.
Ed?
Mark?
Ed?
Mark?
Fran?
How do you do, gentlemen?
How do you do?
My compliments to the chef.
How do you do?
How's Jennifer feeling, Dennis?
Vacation's a good idea.
She needs it. It was a pretty terrifying experience.
Oh, I'm fine.
That is, I will be.
As soon as I get something to eat.
It's just about ready, Chief.
All right, Dennis. We'll see you tomorrow.
You still haven't told us how Drew Griffith managed to take you, Chief.
You were armed ready for something to happen?
Some kind of vaporizer.
Some kind of vaporized drug was piped through the gas jets.
I noticed the flame lowering and then blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was in the bedroom in that old wheelchair.
Talk about obsessions. Gas, electric gear, lighting systems, restoring the old house.
He must have spent a fortune.
Probably spent another fortune getting his head on straight.
Should have been done years ago.
I can still see him.
A little boy in a gangplank of a ship.
Crying over his father, his whole world shattered.
Blaming me.
Had a devastating effect on him.
And on me.
Well, it could have been our or one of the other two guys.
No, no, the party wasn't their idea.
Nor the bet. Had to be David or Jennifer.
She was the only avenue to the house and to me.
What really beats me is, you figured it out all by yourself.
While we ran ourselves ragged.
As a critic once observed about Gulliver's travels,
once you've thought about big men and little men, there's nothing to it.
Mark, how about the old man's hungry? Coming up.
A big man, little man.
Mister, who was that critic, chief?
Who else?
Shall we?
We'll be right back.