All language subtitles for The.Canterville.Ghost.1996.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

"When a gentlegirl can

win prayer from out the lips of

sin, when a child gives up

tears and the barren almond

bears, when the silent chapel

bell sounds the ghostly

sinner's knell

then shall all the house

be still and peace shall come

to Canterville."

Well, I guess you guys

are just starting back to

school after your summer

vacation, and here I am

in un-jolly old England,

cooped up with my mom and

brothers, on my way to some

place nobody ever heard of.

My dad came over early to start

his research at the university.

Mom says the Grant he got is

some big deal, the kind of

thing that physicists get

all excited about, but I don't

see why he had to drag

all of us along.

Ginny?
Don't look so grim.

You know, living in another

country can give you a whole new

perspective.

If I don't die of boredom

first.

Canterville, next station.

Next stop, canterville.

Washington, wake up.

We're here.

Oh, I can see dad.

Hi, dad.

Hi!

Dad!

Hey, guys!

Hi. Welcome to England.

Sorry about this crazy weather.

You can get four seasons in a

day, but it'll blow over

quickly.

Hi.

Guys, how was the trip?

The plane was bumpy, and

Washington threw up in one of

those little bags.

Adam, spare the

details.

How about London?

We went to madame Tussaud's.

They had this scary part with

Jack the ripper and everybody!

We saw Hamlet on the west

end.

Guys, this is Mr. Umney.

Mr. and Mrs. Umney will be

taking care of us.

My family--my wife Lucille.

My daughter Virginia.

And these are my sons,

Washington and Adam.

Hi. How do you do?

Help Mr. Umney with the

baggage, guys.

Honey, we have people working

for us?

You haven't seen anything

yet. Come on.

Ginny, you're gonna love this

place.

I can hardly wait.

Oh, is this for us?! Gee!

Come on, boys, climb in the

back here.

Ooh, that must be the new

ones.

Morning.

Good morning.

It's a castle.

It's a real castle.
Awesome!

Hi. Oh, honey!

Welcome to canterville hall.

Home for the next four months.

What do you think, Ginny?

It's old.

May I present Mrs. Umney?

I bid you welcome to

canterville hall, sir, madam.

Hi.

I'll see to the luggage.

And to the young mistress,

welcome.

Mistress!
Ginny's a mistress.

What are we?

You are the young masters.

Masters?
We're masters?!

Look out!

Excuse me. Boys!

Cool.

Awesome.
Terrific.

Some place, huh?

Guys...

Guys, cut it out.

Guys, get over here.

After you've had a chance to

get settled, we'll be serving

an early supper.

These are the lords of

canterville hall.

That's lord Henry.

You'll meet him tomorrow when he

comes down to sign the lease.

Look.

Hiram.
Hiram, I don't see

how we can afford this.

And the servants?

It's dirt cheap.

These aristocratic families are

all going broke, and they have

to rent these places out.

And then there's the silly

stories.

Stories?
What kind of

stories?

Nothing, really.

Hello!

What was that?

Oh, pay no attention to that.

Just the wind.

These old places make a lot of

noise.

Come on.

That was a wonderful meal,

Mr. Umney.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

I'll tell Mrs. Umney.

Ginny, you hardly ate

anything.

It's too cold to eat.

There wasn't exactly central

heating when this place was

built, right, Mr. Umney?

Quite right, sir.

I'd better go see what those

boys are doing.

They'll be fine.
Let 'em

play.

You going to bed so soon,

Ginny?

Yeah.
Maybe I'll get warm

there.

Good night, honey.

Good night.

She just needs a little time.

I suppose.

That's a stupid trick, you

guys, I could've broken my neck.

Those two boys are whirling

dervishes.

No discipline.

Not to worry.

They won't last the night.

Yes. The old boy was at it

with the moaning as soon as they

arrived.

Starved for attention, he is.

How long is it since the.

Mackendricks?

Nearly two years.

I hear the poor woman is still

in the institution.

Well, good luck to 'em.

That's all I say.

What was that?

Probably just the Umneys

closing up for the night.

Cheers.

Sh, sh.

What is it?

What is it?

Maybe it's a ghost!

All right, you two.

Here, jerks.

So, how did everyone sleep

on their first night?
Hmm?

Something wrong, guys?

Didn't you hear it?

You heard it, too?

It thumped on our door.

I thought it was you.

There may have been some

noise in the hall, but I'm sure

that was just the Umneys closing

up, isn't that right, Mr. Umney?

Closing up?

Oh, quite possibly, sir.

There.
You see?

Nothing to lose any sleep over.

Now, guys, what do you say we

check this place out?

Come on, I'll give you the

two-dollar tour.

Great!

Hey, it's a new place.

Okay?
You'll get used to it.

What choice do I have?

The library is my favorite

room.

Look at all these books!

Wow! Look at this!

Be careful with that.

What a wonderful room.

Look.
This book contains the

whole history of the.

Cantervilles.

Wow!

Oh, look.
Someone must have

spilled something here.

Looks like blood.

Oh, gross!

Disgusting.

Maybe we oughta try to get it

up.

Honey, you know in my carry-on

bag is the...

I know, the miracle.

I'll go get it.

Thanks, honey.

Lucy, you don't need to

clean that.

That's why we're paying.

Mrs. Umney.

You know what I'm like.

Umney.

Morning, my lord.

Are they still here?

Yes, my lord.

Oh, lord canterville, those

two boys are going to drive me

mad, I swear.

Now, Mrs. Umney, we shall

have to make allowances, things

being what they are.

Any trouble?

Only noises so far, my lord.

At least they've lasted the

first night.

With deference, sir, lord

canterville.

There.
Gone.

That stain, Mrs. Otis,

was the blood of lady Eleanore

de canterville, who died on that

very spot in 1584.

It has been the wonder of the

county for 400 years,

and until today, has resisted

all efforts at removal.

I didn't know it was so

special.

Mrs. Umney, are you all

right?

I suppose so.

Oh, Mrs. Umney, I'm so sorry.

Mark me, this bodes ill.

Mrs. Umney, we don't believe

in such things.

You'll see.

I have seen things with my own

eyes.

I have seen things happen in

this house.

May Providence watch over you.

Uh, this is Henry.

Lord canterville.

Lord canterville, my family.

My wife Lucille.

How do you do?

My daughter Virginia.

Oh, Virginia, how do you do?

And these two rascals are

my sons, Washington and Adam.

Pleased to meet you.

How did she die?

That lady Eleanore?

Did somebody kill her?

No one knows.

Her husband, my unfortunate

ancestor, Simon de canterville,

disappeared mysteriously after

her death.

His body has never been

recovered.

Wow!

But his spirit has haunted

this hall ever since.

It was a ghost.

Awesome!

All right, guys, that's

enough, that's enough.

Go outside and play.

Say good-bye to lord

canterville.

Good-bye, lads.

Good-bye.

Lord canterville, with all

due respect, sir, the laws of

physics are not going to be

repealed even for the British

aristocracy.

You may think anything you

like, Mr. Otis.

You must remember that I warned

you.

The lease.

Thank you.

Hiram, before we sign

anything, don't you think...

We consider ourselves warned.

We are happy, lord canterville,

to be leasing the hall, ghost

and all, until next June.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Otis,

and Mrs. Otis.

And Virginia...

Ginny?

We're saying good-bye to lord

canterville.

Oh, good-bye.

Good-bye.
You must come to

dinner with me one evening.

Good-bye, all.

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

So you've found the prophecy,

have you?

Is that what it is?

A prophecy about what?

I couldn't say for certain.

Is it about the ghost?

I don't involve myself in

such things.

Not like Mrs. Umney.

Looks like this storm will

last the night.

I wonder if he'll come again.

Now, wash, like I've told

you, there are no ghosts.

But lord canterville said...

The universe operates on

certain fixed principles.

I admit we don't understand them

all yet, and sometimes, we call

the things we don't understand

supernatural, but eventually,

there will be a natural

explanation for everything.

So guys, up until then, put your

faith in science, not

superstition.

But we all heard it.

I know some of us say that

we heard something, Ginny,

and I also know that some of us

would like nothing more than to

turn this family around and go

back home.

That's not gonna happen, okay?

So finish your supper and stop

scaring your brothers.

There are no ghosts.

Hi, guys. Help.

I'm stuck in this grungy old

house my dad rented for us.

There's nothing to do, and

nobody for miles around, except

these two spooky old people

that take care of the place.

And on top of it, I think the

place is haunted.

At first, I thought it was

just my stupid brothers, but

now I think maybe something is

really going on.

Of course, my dad, the

brilliant physicist, refuses to

believe it could be a ghost,

and blames it all on me...

As usual.

Washington, Adam.
You guys

better cut this out.

Have at you, sir ghost.

Leave them alone, you big

bully!

What's going on?

Guys, what are you doing?

It's him.

Who?
What are you talking

about?

He's right there.

There's no one there.

Are you all right?

We're fine, Mrs. Umney.

It's just a prank that got

a little out of hand.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Let us not meddle, Mrs.

Umney.

Come along, my dear,

beddie-byes.

Ginny, I don't want you

scaring your little brothers

anymore.

Now it was a good joke,

but enough is enough.

But he was there.

Guys, I know you think

you saw something, but it was

probably just the lightning

and your imagination, with a lot

of help from your sister.

How can you say that?

Virginia, I know you don't

wanna be here anymore.

Well, I'm sorry.

I can't do anything about that.

But you are not gonna make the

rest of our lives miserable.

Now, everybody get back to bed,

and you guys, put that stuff

back in the kitchen tomorrow

morning.

Hiram.

Lucy, come on.

We're sorry, Ginny.

Honest.

It's okay, mom.

Let him think what he wants.

Maybe the wind blew something

over or the lightning cast a

shadow.

It's a strange place; Your eyes

play tricks.

Yeah, that must've been it.

Come on, Lucy.

Things will be better in

the morning.

Night-night.

Don't let the bedbugs

bite.

Right.

Some bedbug.

Good morning.

Good morning, madam.

Maybe the rain will help

this poor thing.

Doesn't show any buds.

It's been like that ever

since...

As long as anyone can remember.

So why don't you take it out?

Lord Canterville's orders.

It's not to be disturbed.

Odd.

Mr. Umney, I'm just going

into town.

I'll get the car for you,

sir.

No, that's all right.

I'll drive myself.

No. No, no.

No trouble at all, sir.

Honey, before you go,

I'm worried about Ginny.

Maybe she really did see

something last night.

Oh, Lucy.

It's just her way of getting

back at us for taking her away

from her friends.

And the worst thing we could

possibly do is let her think

we can be frightened into going

home.

No telling what she'd do then.

Maybe.
But there were all

those weird noises.

What noises?

It's just the power of

suggestion.

Don't let her suck you in.

Remember, like I say,

everything...

Everything has a rational

explanation.
Yeah, I know.

Good.
Get her out.

Make some friends, meet the

neighbors.

She'll be fine, you'll see.

I hope you're right.

Morning, miss.

Morning.
Mrs. Umney, this is

sir Simon, isn't it?

Why, yes.

Fine figure of a man.

That look on his face.

What do you think he's feeling?

Seems pretty fierce.

Yeah.

But there's something else, too.

Now that you mention it,

yes, maybe a little sad perhaps.

And lonely.

Yes.

Perhaps so.

Mom!

What is it, boys?

Look.

I saw it first.

Oh, no.
I thought we had it

up.

I think the ghost just got

mad and killed somebody else

and spilled their blood right

here.

Honey, there isn't any ghost.

Somebody made it come back.

We'll just have to clean it

up again.

What is it?

It's nothing.
Would you go

get the cleaner?

Yes, mom.

We may have to start keeping

this room locked up.

So he goes back into the pub

with the third ferret, and

he says...

Hello.

Hi.

I'm Hiram Otis.

My family and I are renting

canterville hall.

My, my.

And I was wondering if you

could direct me to the post

office, please.

That'd be here.

I'm the postman.

Oh. Thank you.

And what about the local police

station, in case of emergency?

That would be here, too.

I'm the constable when one is

needed.

As a constable, you're a

better postman.

Telephone exchange?

Aye.

And what about a doctor?

Well, I'm the local vet,

if that's any good.

Thank you.
It's all very

compact and convenient.

I'll be back soon, I'm sure.

You can count on it.

Seems a nice enough sort, eh?

How long do you give 'em?

Well, they've already lasted

much longer than most.

Well, I got a fiver that says

they're gone in a week at the

outside.

Make it a tenner.

Fiver.

Put me down for 20.

Mr. Rich man.

Hello.

Mind if I look?

Suit yourself.

It's really very good.

Oh, it's just a sketch.

I'm Francis Stilton.

How do you do?

I'm Virginia Otis.

We're renting canterville hall.

Yeah, I know. I...

You know?

I saw you the day you

arrived.

Oh. I don't remember.

Actually, the whole district

is talking about you.

Really?
What do they say?

Oh, they just wonder how long

you'll be staying here in.

England.

We're just staying till June.

You live around here?

I'm your nearest neighbor.

The Cheshire chase, just on the

other side of the pinewood.

Are you enjoying your visit?

Not exactly.

I suppose you miss your

friends.

Yeah, I do.

Boyfriend especially.

I don't exactly have a

boyfriend especially.

What a pity.

I mean, I'm surprised.

That's all, a beautiful girl

like you.

Yeah, sure.

So how do you like

canterville hall?

Oh, let's just say it's

peculiar.

You ever been there?

I used to go there a lot.

Years ago, when the Cantervilles

were still here.

I wonder if it's changed much.

Well, why don't you come over

and see for yourself.

I'd be delighted.

How about tonight?

Sure. How about dinner?
7:00?

Right.
See you then.

Okay.

I can't believe I did that.

I'm fine.

Hi, honey.

Hi, hon.

How was town?

Well, the pub does everything

but deliver babies, but then, I

didn't ask about that.

Everything okay here?

Yeah, it's fine.

The boys have been out exploring

and Ginny went out painting.

Well, we got some time to

ourselves.

We can relax a bit.

Yeah.

Hey.
I met a neighbor,

and invited him to dinner

tonight, okay?

Sure.

That's great.

I'll tell Mrs. Umney.

Thanks.

See?
Told you she'd be fine.

Yeah.
Hi, that stain on the

floor, it was there again this

morning.

Really?

And it smelled a little like

oil paint.

But it's okay, I got it up

again.

Maybe we better start keeping

that door locked at night,

just in case.

Yeah.
Good idea.

"When a gentlegirl can win

prayer from out the lips of sin

when a child gives up

tears and the barren almond

bears, when the silent chapel

bell sounds the ghostly

sinner's knell, then shall all

the house be still and peace

shall come to canterville."

They're the same.

"When a gentlegirl can win

prayer from out the lips of

sin, when a child gives up

tears and the barren almond

bears when the silent chapel

bell sounds the ghostly

sinner's knell, then shall all

the house be still,

and peace shall come

to canterville."

"Let me not to the

marriage of true minds admit

impediments.

Love is not love

which alters when it alteration

finds or bends with the remover

to remove.

Oh, no!
It is an ever-fixed

Mark that looks on tempests,

and is never shaken.

It is the star to

every wandering bark whose

worth's unknown, although his

height be taken.

Love's not time's fool,

though rosy lips and cheeks

within his bending sickle's

compass come.

Love alters not with

his brief hours and weeks,

but bears it out even to

the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me

proved, I never writ,

no man ever loved."

How darest thou?

I'm sorry.
I was just

looking.

Begone!
Away!

Good evening, umney.

Good evening, your grace.

It's been a long time.

Too long, your grace.

Listen, umney, I'm not a

Duke.

Not a Duke?

Just for this evening.

Very good, your grace.

Sir, madam.

Hello.

I'm Virginia's mother.

Please to meet you, Mrs.

Otis.
I'm Francis Stilton.

And this must be Mr. Otis.

Indeed.
It's nice to meet

you.

And these are our two sons,

Washington and Adam.

Francis Stilton.

How do you do?

And I guess you already met

our daughter Virginia.

Hello.

Yes.
Hello.

Madam, dinner will be served

almost at once.

Your grace.

Umney.

He called you "your grace."

Yes, technically, that's what

I am.

A lord?

As a matter of fact, I'm the

fourth Duke of Cheshire.

Really?

You don't look that old.

Well, you see, my parents

died in an accident when I was

very young, and I inherited it.

I'm so sorry.

So what do we call you then?

Your grace?

Oh, please, just call me

Francis.

Or whatever you like.

Madam, Mrs. Umney informs me

that dinner will be served

immediately.

Thank you.

Good. Well, let's not stand

on ceremony.

Let's sit down and eat.

Boys.

So, Francis, you must know

this place pretty well.

I haven't been here since the.

Cantervilles left, but it hasn't

changed at all.

You know about the ghost,

too?

Adam.

That's all right.

In fact, I do know about the

ghost.

I mean, everyone around here

does.

Well, we take it with a

rather large grain of salt.

Except those of us who've

seen him.

Yeah.

Come on, we don't want to

bore Francis.

Not at all, no.

In fact, I've seen him, too.

Really?
I suppose every place

has its superstitions.

Its mass hallucinations.

And the bloodstain, you've

seen that?

Years ago, I saw it, yes.

It's gone now.

It's gone?

No one's ever been able to

remove that.

Mom cleaned it up

with stain remover.

It came back once, but we got it

this time.

Yeah, come on.
We'll show

you.

Guys!

Guys, hang on a minute.
Guys!

No, no, it's all right.

I'd like to see it.

Good. Come on.

We've been keeping this door

locked, in case anyone wanted to

tamper with the stain again.

Now it's green.

I know the door was locked.

Oil paint, all right.

And I guess we all know where

that came from.

What?

Not now, Hiram.

I don't know how you managed

to get in here, young lady,

but this is in very poor taste.

Dad.

Let's discuss this later.

Francis, I know you have to get

home.

Yes, of course.

I ought to be getting back.

Thank you for a wonderful meal.

Your coat.

Yes. Thank you.

Go say good-bye.

Bed in ten minutes.

Do ya think Ginny did it?

No way.

It was him, all right.

Green blood?

He's making fun of us.

Yeah.

He won't get away with it

this time, because I've got

an idea.

Yeah.

What was all that about?

Francis, have you really seen

the ghost, or were you just

saying that to defend me?

No, no, I really saw him.

It was about six years ago.

We were visiting and playing

croquet on the lawn.

Just after sunset, he appeared

right there by that tree.

He was playing nine pins with

his own bones.

My aunt fainted dead away.

The ghost has been doing

stuff like that to us, too.

But my dad's a big-shot

scientist who can't bring

himself to think it's a ghost,

so he blames it all on me.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.
Thanks.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know, but I'm gonna

do something.

Be careful.

I will.

Virginia.

How about tomorrow?

I think I can find the time.

And the barren almond bears.

Ah, Gabriel.

Did they retire to their beds?

Splendid.

Before another dawn, we shall

have bid farewell to these

Americans.

I was beset by two upstart boys,

denigrated by a little sniff of

a girl, and, indignity upon

indignity, ignored by

their parents.

Well, I will tonight a

special effort make.

First will I to the parents'

room, there to lay a clammy

hand upon the woman's brow,

while I whisper in her

trembling husband's ear the

awful secrets of the Charnel

house.

Then to the boys where I

will gibber and stab myself

thrice in the throat.

Then turn I to the girl.

For her, I will do such things.

What they are yet I know not,

but they shall be the terrors

of the earth.

The bell invites me.

Gabriel, thou hast

the storm forgot.

Blow winds!

Crack your cheeks.

Thanks, my trusty familiar.

And now, to work.

Perchance a grand entrance.

A thousand pardons.

Pray, proceed.

A ghost!
Another ghost.

And such a one.

He Rose like a colossus,

and in its hand, an.

Ethiope's dagger.

From its eyes, there streamed

demonic light.

Gabriel, think you could

somehow manage that ourselves?

It had a most chilling effect.

And now, methinks we might

turn this appearance

to our advantage.

If he would join with us against

these Americans, surely as a

fellow ghost, he would feel some

kinship.

Blood is thicker than water,

although, to us, that is

not entirely apt.

After an appeal to his

ghostly honor.

There's yet time before dawn.

Hail and well met, sir ghost.

I bid you a hearty welcome to

canterville hall.

I am sir Simon de canterville,

the resident specter.

But setting all chat

aside, wouldst join with me in

an alliance, ghost to ghost?

"Ye Otis ghost, true and

original.

Beware of imitations."

Duped.

Mocked.

Ridiculed!

Now, by the bones of my

ancestors, I swear,

when twice the cock hath

called the sun, deeds of blood

shall be done upon your heads.

Yet crow again and cry havoc,

murder shall walk abroad.

Yet crow again, and cry havoc!

Perdition take the naughty fowl.

I have seen the day when,

with my good strong spear,

I'd have made him crow for me

and 'twere in death.

Take thou this.

Hey, that could have been us.

Come on, let's see what a big,

brave ghost can do to a girl and

two little boys.

I dare you.

Why must I be afflicted by

these Americans?!

What on earth is going on?

What is this?

Are you all right?

We're okay.

This is the last straw,

young lady.

What?

Somebody could've been hurt.

You could've burned the place

down.

That's enough.

Okay, you win.

Soon as I can arrange it,

you are going back to Indiana

to live with your aunt Lydia.

Dad...

I hope you're happy now.

Mom.

Ginny, I think your father's

right this time.

We didn't mean to do anything

wrong, Ginny.

We were just trying to give

him a dose of his own medicine.

Well, sir Simon, I hope

you're satisfied.

Virginia, you're riding

like the devil's after you.

Maybe he is.

I know a place we can talk.

I used to come here when I was

little.

It's my favorite place.

It's like I've been here

before.

What's wrong?

My parents are gonna send me

home.

Oh.

Why?

My brothers got the ghost mad

this morning, they really let

loose.

And my dad thinks I was trying

to blow the place up.

He thinks I've been trying to

scare the family into going

home, but...

But what?

Now I don't wanna leave.

I mean, it's weird 'cause

at first I hated coming here,

but now, now I feel I belong.

I feel that, too.

Maybe there's some way to

convince your parents.

Maybe they'll see the ghost

for themselves.

No. Neither of them can see

him.

I mean, he was standing right in

the middle of the hall, and my

dad walked straight through him.

They say that in order to see

ghosts, you have to believe in

them.

But everyone around here can

see him without any trouble.

We grew up with ghosts.

Our history's full of them.

So it's a catch-22 then.

My parents don't believe 'cause

they can't see him, and they

can't see him 'cause they don't

believe.

I'm afraid so.

But if they did believe, then

they could see him.

That's it.

Wish me luck, Francis.

Virginia.

I really have to talk to you.

No. You have no right here.

And you have no right to ruin

my life.

What?

All that moaning and rattling

and thumping, my dad blames me

for all that.

And you've used an awful lot of

my good oil paints for that

dumb bloodstain of yours, and of

course, he blames me for that,

too, and that blast this

morning, scaring my brothers

half to death.

That really tore it.

And now, just when I meet

someone I really like and I

wanna stay, my dad is sending me

home.

And he's sending me home on

account of you.

But I knew not.

I must rattle my chains and

groan through keyholes and walk

abroad at night.

I have no choice.

Why not?

That concerns you not.

It does when you're ruining

my life.

Sir Simon, you have to help me.

You have to make him believe.

What?

He doesn't believe in ghosts.

Doesn't believe?

He has ignored me quite.

In four centuries of haunting,

I have never been treated so.

Your father did, without a care,

amble through my person.

That's because he couldn't

see you.

Francis says that because he

doesn't believe in you, he can't

see you.

Gabriel, that would explain

it.

I was afeared that I was losing

my powers.

Oh, no.
I thought you were

wonderful.

Didst thou?

Yes.
I don't usually scream.

Roller coasters and scary

movies, not a peep.

But when you came in that first

time, well, you heard me.

A most gratifying scream.

Anyways, if we can make him

see you, then he'll have to

believe.

Zounds.

Bring a disbeliever to belief.

A cynic into faith.

That would test my mettle.

But how?

I know just the thing.

I'll introduce you to him as a

ghost he already believes in,

then he'll see you without any

trouble.

Is there such a ghost?

Yes.
We saw a performance of.

Hamlet once in London, and

everybody loved the ghost of.

Hamlet's father,

partly because he came in

early while everyone was still

awake, but you'd be great in

that part.

Thou speaks wiser than thou

knowest.

I gave will my thoughts on that

role when he did visit here in

1599.

You knew Shakespeare?

I did, and save for my

familiar Gabriel, his words have

been my only companions for

400 years.

Thou knowest how Hamlet's father

must be confined by day and walk

abroad at night.

Where does thou think will

Shakespeare got'est that?

From you?

In me, you see the genius.

The original.

You might almost say the part

was writ for me.

I knew you'd be terrific.

And you must play prince

Hamlet.

We will perform it in the

banquet hall.

Gabriel will provide the stage

effects.

And you must wear a cloak.

Just my size.

For myself, my armor will

well suit which last I wore

before the virgin queen at.

Kenilworth.

Until tomorrow night.

Oh, Gabriel.

I scarcely dare to think it.

Might it be she at last...

It is too much to hope.

And yet, she is a lass

unparalleled.

And then, Hamlet says,

"oh my... what?

Prophetic soul.

Oh, my prophetic soul.

Okay, good.
I think I've got it.

I hope this works.

Yeah, you and me both.

What's that over there?

It's the old chapel.

It's one of the required sights

of the district.

Would you like to see it?

Sure.

This is the canterville

family plot.

It goes all the way back through

the centuries.

Are sir Simon and lady.

Eleanore here?

No. I don't know if anyone

knows where they are.

When I was little, I used to

climb right to the top of the

bell tower.

The bell's cracked, it doesn't

ring but...

"The silent chapel bell."

Sorry.

Oh, nothing.

Look.
The moon is rising.

It's a blue moon.

What?

Second full moon in a month.

Supposed to make people fall in

love.

Let's look inside.

This is wonderful.

It's like time stands still

here.

Virginia.

It's as if I've known you all

my life.

I feel that, too.

But I'm... I'm scared.

Why?

Well, let's face it.

Sooner or later, I'll be going

home to Indiana.

But nothing can come

between us, not if we're really

meant for each other.

You seem so sure.

I am.

I think.

I've never felt this way before.

It's hard to be sure.

Right.

And what if we're wrong?

But we must at least give it

a chance.

Don't you feel that?

I don't know.

I just, um...

I don't know.

I see.

Sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Why do you season this your

love with so much salt water?

Oh, sir Simon.
Love?

I've never felt this before.

I don't know what to do.

You fear the thrill that

seized your heart when you did

kiss that boy.

It is awfully scary.

Love it is, and not to be

denied.

And it can bring you joy untold.

But if we are weak, if we

succumb to fear, or green-eyed

jealousy, then it can wreak

a terrible devastation on

our soul.

I know whereof I speak.

But never to have loved,

or sadder still, to

have loved and let it slip away,

is never to have lived at all.

And love, and come what sorrow

may, it cannot countervail the

bliss that one sweet minute

gives you in his sight.

Come, go you to this boy,

and let love guide you.

Oh, sir Simon, thank you.

Thank you.

Lassie, you have bereft me of

all words.

All right, I think we're set.

Do you have everything?

Yeah, my costumes and things

are up there.

Are you two ready?

Good.

Come on, everybody.
Show time.

Virginia, remember, it's

prophetic soul.

Prophetic soul.

Cool!

Good luck.

This way, ladies and gentlemen.

Mr. and Mrs. Umney, would you

please take your seats here?

Your grace.

Now, the performance will

take place from the gallery.

Now listen, he's a little

nervous, so don't make any rude

noises or pull any practical

jokes, okay?
Promise?

Wouldn't dare.

Good.

Now, remember, at the beginning

of the play, Hamlet's father has

died, and his uncle has married

his mother.

In this scene, Hamlet meets the

ghost of his father, who tells

him that he was actually

murdered by the uncle.

I'll be Hamlet, and we have a

special guest star playing the

ghost.

Hey, wait till the kids at

school hear we had a real ghost

playing a ghost for us.

This is wild.

One rarely gets the chance to

see Shakespeare performed by

somebody who actually knew him.

Hiram, look.

Wither wilt thou leave me?

Speak.
I go no further.

Mark me.

I will.

My hour is almost come.

When I to sulf'rous

and tormenting flames

must render up myself.

Alas, poor ghost.

Pity me not.

But lend thy serious hearing to

what I shall unfold.

Speak, I am bound to hear.

I am thy father's spirit,

doomed for a certain term

to walk the night, and for the

day confined to fast in fires,

till the foul crimes done in my

days of nature are burnt

and purged away.

Wow!

Double wow!

Sh.

List, list, O list!

If ever thou didst thy dear

father love,

revenge his foul and most

unnatural murder.

Murder?

Murder most foul.

As in the best it is.

But this most foul strange

and unnatural.

Haste me to know it.

Know then, thou noble youth.

The serpent that did sting thy

father's life now wears

his crown.

Oh, my prophetic soul.

My uncle?

Aye, that incestuous, that

adulterate beast won to his lust

the will of my most seeming

virtuous queen.

O Hamlet, what a falling off

was there, from me whose love...

Whose love was of that dignity

that it went hand in hand

even with the vow...

I made to her in marriage...

Sir Simon, what is it?

I'm sorry.
I can't.

I... forgive me.

Forgive me.

Wonderful, your grace.

That was rad!

Would you please congratulate

miss Virginia on her outstanding

performance?

Gave me the chills, I can

tell you.

Yes, I will.
Thank you.

If you'll excuse us.

Your grace.

Here she comes.

That was awesome, Ginny.

Yeah, that was cool!

It was wonderful.

Ginny, really, I don't know

what to say.

That's okay, dad.

No, really.
I don't know how

you and your friend did it,

but it was quite an illusion.

Hiram!
You just saw...

I'll figure it out

eventually, but it was a

first-rate effect.

Effect?

Of course.
I'm just amazed

that you went to such trouble

for a practical joke.

Well, it's late.

We'd better turn in.

Um, good night, Francis.

We'll see you tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

Your father just seems to refuse

to believe.

Yeah.
I'm more worried about

sir Simon.

May I see you tomorrow?

Yes.

Good night.

I'm sorry.

I... forgive me.

I don't know why you give her

such a hard time.

Look, Lucy, I know there's

an explanation for all of this.

I just haven't figured it out

yet.

Hi, the explanation is

simple.

The house is haunted.

You really believe that?

Yes, I do.

Sir Simon is a ghost, and as far

as Ginny is concerned, you've

acted like a complete idiot.

For the past couple of years,

you two have been at each other.

You used to be so close.

I admit I'm having a problem

dealing with her, okay?

I don't know.

She used to sit with me,

she used to talk to me.

And now, she's growing up.

Most of the time, I have no idea

what she's feeling, what she's

thinking.

Honey, most of the time,

she doesn't know herself.

She's a teenager.

It's tough.

I suppose.

But there's one thing that

hasn't changed, Luce.

There are still no ghosts.

You take the cake.

Where you going?

I'm going to check on our

daughter, see if she's all

right.

Ginny.

Let her sleep.

Promise I'll speak to her in the

morning.
Come on.

Sir Simon?

Sir Simon, what's wrong?

Why did you stop like that?

I've read that speech so

often.

Just now, the meaning struck me

as never before.

Oh, Virginia, if I were to tell

you the secrets of my prison

house, you would hate me as

I hate myself.

Nothing could make me hate

you.

You can tell me anything.

Wouldst wish to know how

I became a ghost?

The book said that you were

suspected of killing your wife,

but I didn't believe it.

It's true.

It is?

For years, our lives were

sweet and full.

And then, the green-eyed monster

in my mind did sow his seed

which like a canker shriveled up

my love.

There was a man who I believed

a friend.
A friend.

I took for truth what he

told me, that like Hamlet's

mother, my wife had been

unfaithful to me.

I fell into a jealous rage,

I locked her in the house,

I forbade to her all company,

I berated her constantly.

Her very denials inflamed

my madness.

I...

I drove her to such despair that

at length, I dragged her

into madness, too.

And one terrible night, there,

by that fireplace, she took my

dagger and she killed herself.

And she died in my arms.

My tears mingled with her blood.

You see, that stain is ours.

Oh, sir Simon.

I buried her secretly, in a

place that she loved best in

the world, and I put an angel

there to guard her.

The garden.

I've been there.

Francis took me.

And soon, I learned that she

was innocent.

My friend had lied.

He had wanted her for himself.

She loved me.

She was loyal.

And every, every day,

every moment since then, I miss

her.

And that is why I could not

bear to see you lose your love.

And how did you die then?

I summoned her family here to

the house, and I confessed

to them my crimes,

and I bid them do with

me whatever they wished.

And her brothers brought me

here to this cell.

They chained me to the wall,

and here I starved a lingering

death.

How horrible.

I would die a thousand deaths

if I could undo what I've done.

But there was more.

They brought a witch who

conjured a spell that, like.

Hamlet's father, I was doomed

to walk the night and for the

day confined,

here to brood on my sins,

but most of all, remembering

her.

Then when do you sleep?

I am forbid to close my eyes.

By day, I'm here, by night,

I haunt.

It is ordained.

I have not slept for over 400

years, and in truth,

I'm so very, very tired.

Poor, poor sir Simon.

Isn't there anyplace that you

can sleep?

Oh, yes.
hat peaceful

garden.

The angel of death could take

me there.

To lie in the soft, brown earth,

listening to the silence.

Forgiving life.

At peace beside my Eleanore.

And can that happen?

Yes.
Thou cans't make it so.

How?

There is a prophecy.

I've read it.

But I don't know what it means.

I'll show you.

Come.
Here.

Here now.
Read aloud.

"When a gentlegirl can win

prayer from out the lips of sin,

when a child gives up her

tears..."

Am I a gentlegirl?

Oh, yes, thou art.

And still so young to be called

a child.

What do I have to do?

You have wept for my sins,

for I have no tears left.

Next, you must pray for me,

because I had no faith in love.

And then, if you would go with

me into the realm of darkness,

there to stand before the angel

of death and speak for me,

the angel will have mercy on me.

"Then shall all the house be

still, and peace shall come

to canterville."

To you.

Oh, yes.

What is it like in the realm

of darkness?

I tremble even to think of

it.

There is mist, and fearful

shapes do lurk in it, imprisoned

in the voiceless winds,

blown with restless violence,

and evil voices whisper

in your ear.

But if you hold steadfast to

your belief and show no fear,

they cannot hurt you.

Against the purity of faith,

the powers of darkness cannot

prevail.

I'm not afraid.

I'll go with you and tell the

angel that you are a good

and kind ghost who gave me the

courage to follow my heart.

Now you, my lady,

and as a true knight should,

I pledge my soul to your safety

and happiness forever.

On that spot did I forfeit my

soul.

This is Virginia Otis praying

for this poor old ghost, sir

Simon de canterville, who is

very sorry for what he has done.

He can't undo it, but he has

spent dozens of lifetimes paying

for it.

You need to forgive him, because

he can't forgive himself.

Please?

You have been heard.

I'm ready now.

Remember, show no fear, hold

fast to your faith.

I could not bear the weight

of two loves lost.

I'll be fine.

You can only pass through

while the clock chimes.

Ginny.

Pumpkin.

It's me, the old man.

Look, I know I've been

unreasonable about this whole

business, and I'm sorry.

I'm gonna try harder to maybe

see things more your way.

So please forgive me for being

so insensitive.

Gin-gin?

Lucille!

Has anyone seen Ginny?

She's not in her room.

She must've gotten up early.

No, her bed hasn't been slept

in.

All right, let's spread out

and search.

Mr. Umney, you know the grounds

better than anyone.

The grounds?

I'll go with Mr. Umney.

I'll search down here with.

Mrs. Umney.

I'll go upstairs.

I'll go with you.

Let's meet back in the

library.

Come on, Mr. Umney!

Your grace, emergency.

Ginny's missing.

Will you search the grounds,

your grace?

No sign.

No.

I have an idea.
Come on.

Let's try the chapel.

We need help.

That way.

Have you seen an American

girl?

Dad.

Dad!

Dad.

Hiram!

Hiram, it's the cloak she was

wearing.

And the stain's truly gone.

Oh, god, she's with him.

She's with him!

Oh, no.

Lucy, I've been so blind.

If anything's happened to her...

If anything's happened to her,

I'll never forgive myself.

You've not touched your food.

We're not hungry, Mrs. Umney.

Yes, it's the same with us.

Please, we're all exhausted.

Just leave it till tomorrow.

Bless you all, and good

night.

She'll be in our prayers.

Well, there's nothing more

we can do tonight.

Let's turn in and get started

again in the morning.

What's that?

It's coming from the library.

Let's go.

What's happening?

Mom, dad!

Boys, come here.

Dad, where are you?

Ginny?
Ginny!

I can't find my way back.

I've got you.

Francis.

Virginia, where are you?

Ginny!

This way!

Daddy, I can't see you.

Ginny, follow the voice.

Virginia, follow my voice!

Virginia, where are

you?

I can't see you.

It's this way.

Follow my voice.

I'm slipping.

Dad, where are you?

Virginia, over here.

It's closing!

I'm here, Virginia.

Take my hand.

It's closing.

Got you.

Ginny, I thought I'd lost

you.

Thank heaven it's all over.

Oh, mom. Dad.

The secret door!

Come on.
We have to see

about sir Simon.

I thought it was open.

Daddy, we have to get in.

Lucy, hold this.

We have to look after his

earthly body.

Poor sir Simon.

We'll take care of him now,

Gabriel.

Listen.

It's the chapel

bell.

Look.

"When the silent chapel bell

sounds the ghostly sinner's

knell, and the barren almond

bears..."

He's been forgiven.

To lie in the

soft, brown earth, listening

to silence.

To forgive life, to be at peace

beside my Eleanore.

Well, lord canterville,

now that sir Simon has been laid

to rest, I suppose your family

will want to return to the hall.

When you and your family have

returned to America, perhaps.

Though actually, we have become

quite fond of living in London.

Why?
Have you something in mind?

Well, I've spoken to the

university about extending my

research Grant.

Oh, dad, really?

And there are some wonderful

schools.

Cool!

And Lucille tells me that

she loves England, so would you

consider extending the lease

indefinitely?

Oh, and of course, we'd be

delighted if the Umneys would

consider staying on.

Yes, and we promise to be

good, wouldn't we, Adam?

You bet.

I'm sure there's nothing that.

Mrs. Umney would enjoy more.

Of course we would love to.

So what do you say?

Please?

I can think of nothing more

fitting than you and your family

remaining here for as long as

you'd like.

Cheers.

Oh, and one more thing.

My dear girl.

You've rendered my unlucky

ancestor a very important

service.

My family and I are much

indebted to you for your

marvelous courage.

Now this box contains a ring.

It belonged to the lady.

Eleanore.

On behalf of the entire

canterville family,

I give you our deepest thanks.

You're a very extraordinary

young lady.

Wow!

Francis, the garden's come back

to life.

It's beautiful.

May this bring the two of you

back together, as sir Simon

brought Francis and me together.

And lady Eleanore, sir Simon

made me see what life is,

and what death is, and that

love is stronger than both.

Please forgive him.

Adieu. Adieu.

Adieu.

Remember me, my gentlegirl.

Oh, Simon, read me another

sonnet.

Ah, yes, my dear.

With the greatest pleasure.

"Oh, never say that I was

false of heart,

though absence seern'd my flame

to qualify.

As easy might I from myself

depart, as from my soul,

which in thy breast doth lie.

That is my home of love."