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HOST: Starring t o night, Sandra Dee,

Dane C I ark,

and Christ o pher C o nne Il y.

Good evening, and a cordial welcome.

For you aficionados of the arts,

we offer you paintings that run the gamut of the human experiences,

and a few of the inhuman experiences.

Our paintings are in oils, watercolor, acrylic,

charcoal and occasionally, formaldehyde.

Case in point, this painting here.

It's called Spectre in Tap Sh o es,

having to do with the nearly lost art of tap-dancing.

Said terpsichorean pursuit taking on an intriguing dimension,

when the dancer happens to be a ghost,

as is so often the case and the sort of thing that you view in the Night Ga Il ery.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

MAN: Thanks, glad you made it home okay.

Thank you.

Oh, hi. Hi, Andy.

I thought you weren't coming back till tomorrow, Miss Hardy.

Oh, the weather on the Cape wasn't much better.

At $35 a day, I decided I'd rather be home.

Hasn't Marion been here?

She was Saturday. Anything wrong?

No.

Here. Thank you.

Good-bye. Bye-bye.

Marion?

Marion?

(MEOWING)

Persephone! What are you doing here?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Poor baby. You're starving!

Oh, Marion.

(EXHALES LOUDLY)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(FEET TAPPING)

Marion, I'm back!

Marion?

(SCREAMING)

(ECHOING) I'm back. I'm back.

(SCREAMING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Maybe you can get her to talk to me, Sam.

Nobody else can get through to her.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello, Michael.

Miss Hardy? Mmm-hmm?

Aren't you ever gonna put those rocking horses outside again?

You think I should?

Well, if you wanna move the merchandise, you gotta advertise.

You're right.

And maybe I'll get around to it, but, not for a little while.

Okay.

Miss Hardy?

Yeah?

I'm sorry about your sister.

(MEOWING)

Persephone? What are you doing in here?

(SCREAMING)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

SAM: Millicent?

Please, just take it easy.

She's here, dear God, she's here!

In her room! I saw her!

No, no.

This is what you saw.

I've gone over it in my mind a hundred times.

Trying to understand what you're putting yourself through.

What I'm putting myself through? It's been hell.

It's been sheer, absolute torture!

Every night, I get down on my knees and I pray for it to stop!

Sam, Marion's been dead six weeks now,

and yet every day... Wait.

Look!

Her dress in my closet!

I didn't put it there!

And my brush.

It's Marion's hair!

The jars.

Marion was an applesauce freak. I loathe it.

And yet, I just seem to find them all over the place.

Oh, look, the cigarette butts.

They're tipped in Marion's favorite shade of lipstick.

Sam, I don't smoke, and you know it.

It's her! Marion's still here.

Sam, she just won't let go!

It's you that won't let go.

Suppose that you didn't go to the Cape, would Marion still be alive?

Yes! Whatever drove her to this desperate act,

I know she would have come to talk to me.

Like she used to, in the past.

That's what you want to believe.

What your gnawing sense of guilt is commanding you to believe.

We were this close! Born minutes apart.

Two different people, but with the same flesh and blood.

I knew something was wrong.

I was 100 mi I es away but I knew it!

I c o u I d hear Mari o n ca Il ing o ut f o r me.

(MOUTHING)

SAM: And you heard her dancing, too, Millicent.

Before you went upstairs.

When we both know that you couldn't have heard her dancing.

I can't explain it. Not to you, anyway.

Well, then, talk to Dr. Coolidge.

Maybe he can make you see what you're doing.

And what's that, Sam? Tripping out?

Working my way through a lifetime supply of paranoid schizophrenia?

(SIGHS)

Bill Jason spoke to me today.

He's prepared to offer $23,000 for this property.

Let him have it. Let him tear it down.

Let him bury the ghost.

Good night, Sam.

Millicent, please...

Good night, Sam.

(SOBBING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(FEET TAPPING)

Marion, please.

Why are you doing this to me?

I'm sorry I wasn't here. Oh, Marion, I swear it.

I'm sorry. Please, Marion.

Please, won't you leave me alone?

Please, leave me alone, I'm so sorry.

Please, Marion.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

BILL: Miss Hardy?

Miss Hardy, please. Just one minute, please?

Mr. Jason, if it's about this property...

Miss Hardy, will you hear me out? Just this one time, please?

(SIGHS)

I know that, perhaps, this is not quite the right time to...

Miss Hardy, Sam Davis has made it quite clear to me

how fond you are of this place.

After all, it is your own home.

However, it...

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

It would be advantageous for me if I could control this entire block. And so...

(FEET TAPPING)

Miss Hardy?

Miss Hardy?

You don't hear her, do you?

Um...

Well, as I was saying,

I've acquired the Gardner house. Now, it's an old building.

Victorian. Very much like this place. The same feeling.

Now, what I propose is a swap.

Your place for the Gardner house.

Plus, I'll also throw in a check for $8,000 as well. Now, I've...

Possibly, in another house,

you could be free of your sister's memory.

Twins are never free of each other.

Well, you think about it.

And whichever way you make up your mind,

it's all right with me.

If it's no, I'll just have to make other plans. I'll...

(MUSIC STOPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SCREAMING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Millicent, it's Dr. Coolidge...

Doctor! Doctor, help me!

Help me!

It was Marion's. It was buried with her.

I placed it around her neck myself!

Now, Millicent, we both know that's not possible, don't we?

Open it.

Oh, seems to have been cut out of some magazine.

An illustration, that's all.

I don't care what it was.

I didn't do it!

No, you didn't.

Not exactly.

But, there's a part of you that's feeding your delusion.

It's creating these sounds that you hear, in your head.

It's playing mischievous jokes on you,

provoking you into doing things that later on you've no recollection of.

Well, don't just tiptoe around it. Why not come out and say it?

You think I'm losing my mind!

This morbid delusion of yours can prove to be as lethal as a carcinoma.

Millicent, Marion is dead,

but it's not your fault!

Then why did she kill herself? Answer me that! Why did she kill herself?

Possibly some man.

Some man? What man?

Oh, I'd give anything to spare you this.

Go on. Say it.

Yes, there were men.

Many of them.

Some of them married.

I don't believe you!

I was her physician too, remember?

There were times when your sister was very open with me.

Could I have a cigarette?

I'm sorry, I don't smoke.

Neither do you.

Millicent, I have a colleague in Boston. An old friend...

A shrink, right?

Well, you can 86 that notion right out of your head, Doctor!

Nobody's shipping my sister to a head hunter!

Any hang-ups we have, we'll just work 'em out on our own.

Some men, huh? You can bet your sweet bippy there were!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Did you see that?

See what, Ms. Hardy?

Good night.

(THUDDING)

Persephone? Here, kitty, kitty.

(THUMPING)

Oh, Marion!

Marion, please, if you're here, speak to me!

Oh, dear God, what is it you want of me?

Oh, Sam, dear sweet Sam. Please be home!

Oh, please!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(FEET TAPPING)

MARION: (WHISPERING EERILY) Mi Il icent!

Mi Il icent!

G o o n, Mi Il icent.

O pen it.

D o n't be afraid, Mi Il icent.

Just put o n the c o stume and c o me t o me.

C o me t o me, Mi Il icent.

C o me t o me.

C o me t o me, Mi Il icent.

C o me t o me.

Mi Il icent.

Mi Il icent.

Y o u kn o w what y o u have t o d o. Why d o y o u hesitate n o w?

This is o n I y what every o ne's expecting o f y o u.

Hurry, Mi Il icent.

I'm waiting f o r y o u.

A m o ment o f pain, that's a Il it is.

And then we'll be t o gether again f o r a Il eternity.

Mi Il icent.

Mi Il icent.

I can't! I can't!

MAN: Then I'll have to help you, won't I?

The way I had to help your sister.

Poor Marion, she never understood how tired I was.

Not of the blackmail I paid her every month,

but of the constant fear of being humiliated by my own words.

You should've accepted my offer.

Now, I'll buy the building back after you're gone.

And I'll tear it down piece by piece if I have to, until I find those letters.

No!

Now, don't struggle.

Don't struggle. She struggled, but you...

Wait. Wait a minute.

If it's the letters you want, I'll give them to you.

I know where they are!

No, you don't, Billy! Not again!

This time, I'm ready for you!

Wait!

Well, he didn't miss a trick!

There are devices all over the house.

And except for this, all he had to do was tap into the phone

and the power line in the basement.

It wasn't my imagination. None of it was.

No.

Jason had his back against the wall.

His wife's family had set him up in business.

Everything in her name.

If word of his affair with Marion ever leaked out...

Well,

he'd be ruined.

That's why he had to locate those letters he'd written her.

That's why he was trying to buy you out.

And, if he couldn't buy you out, he'd drive you out.

I know.

That's all it was, Millicent. All it ever was.

A lot of manufactured effects.

No messages from beyond the grave.

No ghostly visitations from Marion.

You see that now, don't you?

Then how, Sam?

Just tell me how.

How? How what, Millicent?

I had no idea the letters were there in the piano.

How could I? I never even knew they existed.

Or the revolver, either.

How Sam?

How did I know right where to go for them?

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(FEET TAPPING)

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