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THE GHOST
AND THE NECKLACE

This is the prison where,
during the French Revolution,

many were imprisoned
before their execution,

including Marie-Antoinette,

whose actual cell now lies
before you eyes.

It is virtually unchanged.

I am your queen,
Marie-Antoinette.

A ghost!

Passengers booked
on flight 324 to Rome,

please proceed
to gate 9 for boarding.

Paris has another ghost!

Scotland's Loch Ness Monster
has got competition!

Ever since our compatriot
Sir Williamson

discovered
Marie-Antoinette's necklace

and said he'd give it
to the British crown,

the French have lost their cool.

I must admit that some apparitions

haven't been explained
to my satisfaction.

You Celts are so superstitious.

Would passengers of flight 324
please board immediately.

Move along, please.

That'll be a party!

Jewellery pays.

Particularly
if your name's Duranton

and you restored
Marie-Antoinette's necklace.

But the man who owns it is English.

He's giving it to his queen!

Marvellous.

So, Sir Williamson,

you now own this trinket

which disappeared
in the 18th century.

I'm the one who found it.

But without the inspired work
of Jean Duranton,

the necklace
would seem shabby indeed.

You are too kind, sir.

All the guests have arrived.

I'll go and fetch the necklace.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I think we're all eager to see
this masterpiece.

Vincent,
go and see what's happened.

Vincent?

Who dares usurp the right
to dispose of my necklace?

To leave it naked
to the avid gaze of the mob?

You have disturbed
my spirit with this infamy!

I don't believe this.

Hold that.

The necklace affair

was the most sordid betrayal
I suffered.

I was humiliated,

dragged in the mud,
and, all the time,

I was but an innocent victim.

I would that accursed necklace
had never been made!

At long last
let me depart in peace.

May that ill-fated jewel

vanish without trace!

The fuse has gone.

My office.
It's coming from my office.

Good Lord!

The necklace!

Don't be a fool, professor.

I'll call the fire brigade.

How can I thank you, professor?

Oh, no!

By the tartan of clan MacGregor!

Move along. It's all over.

That's all that's left
of our ghost.

A charred ceiling.

And a nasty burn on your hand.

And a missing necklace.

I don't believe in ghosts
but this one was convincing.

It wasn't done
with any of the usual tricks.

Right. No smoke and mirrors,
no billowing mist,

no phoney ectoplasm.

It's inexplicable.

It fooled me completely.

And Duranton
is still in a dreadful state.

If there's anything to find,
my men will find it.

Well, boss,

we've covered all the walls. No luck.
No hiding place for a projector.

Nothing.

Here.

We have prints of the photos.

If there's a trick
I can't spot it.

We checked Duranton's office.

No clues. A short-circuit
caused the explosion.

Maybe ghosts
are bad for the wiring.

Stop with the ghost, will you?
Or you'll be sorry!

You must admit it's odd.

Mr Duranton's office
was locked tight,

the windows barred,
the chimney bricked up.

No thief could have escaped
without our seeing him.

Excuse me.

I assure you it was a real ghost.

I've never been so terrified
in all my life.

It was awful.

If it was a ghost
I'll have to close the case

and hope that her ghostly majesty

will defend me from my bosses.

I assure you
I don't believe in ghosts.

And I'm not leaving
until we solve this mystery.

Bravo. I knew you'd be
too interested to let it go.

I've wired my cousin Margaret,

the expert in the paranormal.

I asked her to join us.

What a brilliant idea.

I knew you'd approve.

I thought a hot herbal tea
might make you feel better.

Very kind of you, Vincent.

But I doubt if I'll ever recover
from the loss of the necklace.

I feel dishonoured.

Perhaps you should take
your tranquillisers.

They're on the tray.

Thank you, Vincent.
I'll try to sleep a little.

By the way, Vincent,

Blake and Mortimer

intend to drop by this evening
with a specialist.

Take care of them.

I'm too ill to receive them.

Phenomena of high heat

or intense cold

occur with most manifestations.

Virtually every ghost
was someone who'd suffered.

Their negative energy accumulates

and must be released

or they become deeply unstable.

You mean the ghost
may have appeared

in answer to the necklace business?

That's right.

Could I ask you
to turn out the lights?

Come now!

You won't impress us with that.
The oldest trick in the book.

A rag soaked in fluorescent paint
hidden in your hand.

In my line of work
I meet so many gullible people

who are too ready
to believe in ghosts.

Gullible?

It must be years since anyone's
accused you of that!

- Help!
- Mr Duranton!

I'm sorry.

It was a pleasure.

Nothing here.

So where is it?

He won't talk.

We'll take him.

Freeze or I'll blow your head off!

That was brilliant.

I don't like guns.

Nice work, Marg...

Let's get out of here.

By Jove,
another mystery for Margaret.

We found the car in Place Denfert.
It was empty.

No trace of the kidnappers.

Have you no idea
what they were after?

They must have said something.

But... I didn't understand.

Something to do with the ghost.

The ghost's at the bottom of this.

It's all insane.

Look at the reporters.

I had to unplug the phone.

Someone's after me.
I don't know why.

All I know is... I'm afraid.

Don't worry.
We're keeping an eye on you.

Think anything will happen?

Beats me.

But it's become a popular place.

Clear off, can't you?

This isn't the Eiffel Tower!

All right, we're ready.

If I have to, I have to.
But I'm not convinced.

Captain, do you have a better idea?

Pradier is a good cop
but he hasn't found a clue.

I think we should look
more closely at the ghost.

Come on, Blake. She's right.

Stop pretending to be shy.

It's a pleasure
to obey a pretty woman.

I prefer you when you're not trying
to be charming.

We'll try to summon the spirit
of Marie-Antoinette.

Her hair turned white with sorrow

shortly before
she mounted the scaffold.

Look at the photos.

Imagine her in that cell.

They took her children away.
Think about it.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

It's the ghost.

No! No!

Mr Duranton!

You should never have meddled
with that necklace.

You have defied the spirits.

You know that.

We shall meet again

in the Kingdom of the Dead!

Well, it's no help against ghosts.

Where is the ghost?

Disappeared.

I missed it? You'll have
to describe it for us.

Sorry, I burned myself
on the dustbin. Silly of me.

Watch your mouth

or we'll take you in.

It's scalding!

All the ghost's psychic energy
focused on this one bin.

Look out!

Hey, is it Halloween?

Are you all right?

My jacket's torn, that's all.

Sorry to insist
on the practical but...

do ghosts
always make dustbins blow up?

Only if they're carrying
a very strong psychic charge.

Or someone blew it up
by remote control

to stop us looking inside.

Well, well. Look at this.

A label.

One of those plates they bolt
onto TVs and such.

Wreckage from the explosion.

Béliès?

Does it mean anything to you?

Of course.

This is all Mr Béliès
left behind him.

No one knows where his projectors
and films are stored.

The caretaker says he hadn't lived
here in more than a year.

Look at this.

At the height of his fame.

He did fabulous special effects.

He was an amazing inventor.

But his films went out of fashion.

And ended up here.

He died three weeks ago.

This place is up for sale.
We won't find anything here.

Oh, yes, we will.

You're so susceptible
to actresses, Philip.

Not this time. Read this.

"To Marcel Béliès,
all my love, Carla Otta."

His favourite actress.

But she wasn't worked in years.

Could you find her?

If she's alive she might be living
at the Pont aux Dames.

The Pont aux Dames?

A retirement home
for performers.

I think we're closing in.

I'm sure Béliès' technique
is behind our ghost.

Don't count your chickens.

You never can tell...

We should have called.

Rule number one, my dear.

Give them no warning.

Could we see the director, please?

Miss Carla Otta left us
only a few days ago.

- She died?
- No.

A friend of the family
came for her.

A Mr Lombreggo.

I was glad for her.

So few people care about our...

our senior citizens.

Any forwarding address?

Unfortunately not.

That's a bit of a setback.

Perhaps if you'd called
I could have saved you the trip.

It was the captain's idea.

We thank you for your time, sir.

We'll let you
get on with your work.

Back to the hotel.

It seems shady to me.
I'm surprised you agreed to leave.

Right on both counts.

There are several
significant details

I'm sure you noted.

The ink on Carla's release form
was barely dry.

The director's fingers were stained.

I'm convinced that
Mr Lombreggo does not exist.

So Carla is still back there?

We'll find out tonight.

It's safer in the dark.

No one around.

Number thirteen.
That can't be too hard to find.

Good grief!

You can see her, too?

Strange.

Who dares usurp the right
to dispose of my necklace?

To leave it naked
to the avid gaze of the mob?

You have disturbed

my spirit with this infamy!

That's enough.

Now we'll go quietly back to bed.

Carla!

That's a good girl.

Come along and we'll take
our sleeping pills, all right?

No!

Don't put me in the jacket.
I'll take the pills.

I'll take them.

Don't be afraid.

We're on your side.

Do you recognise this?

Of course I do.

Béliès invented
the animated holograph.

But he never had enough money
to perfect it.

Then he found a sponsor.

Mr Lombreggo offered him
what he'd always dreamed of:

a laboratory, in his cellar.

I don't know where.

An odd sponsor.
He steals a man's invention

then uses it to steal a necklace.

It was my last part for Béliès.

He came here and found me.
I hadn't seen him for 20 years.

It was wonderful.

There were still
some problems to solve.

The film
had to be projected vertically.

The process created lots of heat.

After a while it would explode.

That answers most of our questions.

Then Béliès died.

I had to come back here.
Since then, every night,

I've started walking in my sleep.

Open up!

How do you expect me to sleep?

Who were you talking to?

No one.

You're lying. We heard you.

I was rehearsing.
I couldn't get to sleep.

"Fair blows the wind for France.
Blow, gentle gale,

"till Edmund be arrived
for England's good.

"A brother?

"No, a butcher of thy friends.

"Proud Edward, dost thou
banish me thy presence?"

That's enough Shakespeare for now.

That's Marlowe, you dolt!

Remember, no visitors allowed.

Miss Carla, you've still got it!

A forgotten filmmaker,

an old actress and a ghost.

I think it's sad.

You're so nostalgic!

It's made me feel sad, too.

But I'm sure Marie-Antoinette
is involved in this somewhere.

And her necklace.
Any idea where that might be?

I think it all hinges on Duranton.

He's threatened by a phoney ghost

and the necklace disappears
from his house.

That's a lot for one man.

Then let's go and ask him.

Why wouldn't he tell us
the truth?

Don't you?

You believe men tell the truth
but you don't believe in ghosts.

You're full of contradictions.

I prefer ghosts.

There's no point
in them lying any more.

Blake's wrong.
I'm sure I sensed its presence.

But where do I look?

How can I find it?

How's Duranton?

He's still unconscious.

The doctor says no questions.

Of course. And I had to release
the director of the home.

He was just a stooge for Lombreggo,

paid to keep you from Carla.

And no way of tracing Lombreggo?

That's right. Forged papers.

Look what I've found!

Carla told me what to look for.

My stars!

I don't wonder they believed it.

I imagine the projector
was remote-controlled.

In the panic after the fire,

it'd be easy to replace the tile.

Ghosts on request!

Carla was right.

There are still
a few technical problems.

If we hadn't discovered that,

everyone would have believed
in the ghost.

The story's already spread.

That kind of planning always brings
one name to mind: Olrik!

That's impossible.

He's under surveillance
all the time.

He stays home all day and writes.

He's really changed.

You're not proposing him
as a role model?

He's seen the error of his ways.

He hasn't broken a single
condition of his parole.

He even paid me a visit once.

So I imagine you're going
to his book launch this evening?

Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it.

Come and see for yourself.

There's nothing we can do here
until Duranton wakes up.

And he's under close guard.

He's met a ghost.
What else can happen?

He's messing up my social life!

Sing to him if you're bored!

I might have learnt more
if I'd gone with them.

Open up! Police!

Sorry if I alarmed you, officers,

I had a problem with the stove.

Everything's under control?

I was just making some coffee
to stay awake.

Hot coffee, eh?

If you'd care for some, come in.

There's enough for three.

The fraud!

He's insane!

You won't get away that easily.

What do you want?

Caracas...

That's not where you're going.

To Denfert, quick!

Where are you taking me?

Pull up at the barrier.

He's on our tail.

We'll go in the back way.

- We're clear.
- Drive round the park.

Where the hell did he go?

What did you do with him?
Talk!

Be nice... friend!

I haven't done anything.

Are you the one I've been trailing?

Been trailing me?

You need your head examined.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Looking for a couple of thugs
carrying a body?

I don't talk to just anybody,
but I like to help when I can.

This used to be a good place
for peace and quiet.

But these days
something rotten's going on.

They went that way.

Arrows!

Why didn't I think of that?

Hang on, lad.

You'll never find your way
without me.

I clarified some of the details
of police procedure.

Commissioner? Phone.

Excuse me.

I couldn't put it down.

I was overwhelmed. What a life!

Your spiritual renewal
was so moving.

Please, ma'am,
you're much too kind.

Dear friends,

like the famous Vidocq,

Olrik has abandoned a life of crime

to follow
the straight and narrow path.

Let's wish him well
with his bestseller.

He has assigned his profits
to the Police Benevolence Fund.

Duranton's taken off.

Thank you, thank you all.

I'm most grateful for your support
for a... criminal.

Now I'd like to propose a toast

to Commissioner Pradier,
without whom

this book would never
have been written.

Commissioner?
Commissioner Pradier?

This is the best place
to store wine.

Just a sniff knocks you out,

like my effect on women!

That way!

Are you crazy?

A stone means danger.

Didn't you know?

It means that the roof

can come down

and you're headed

straight for the cemetery.

"O dismal fate,

"this lamentable death,
all too far from home."

Shut up!

They'll hear you.

"The gentle dark,
the endless night..."

Watch out!

That was close.

You said it!

Drowning in water
isn't really my thing.

A dead end?

But I followed the arrows.

That's all I need!

What a beautiful sunset!

The light at the end of the tunnel?

It was terrifying.
Mr Duranton tied me to a chair.

I couldn't do anything.

Who'd have thought it?

Incredible.

How could you be a party to this?

I wanted to help Mr Duranton.
I thought there was no harm in it.

All this mess for a cup of coffee.

Next time, bring a thermos.

Blake's disappeared.
He left no word at the hotel.

He's gone after Duranton.

The roofs going to fall in on us.

Will it be much longer?

Want me to tell your fortune?

Here comes the boss.

Hi, boss.

Get on with it.

How nice to see you again,
Mr Duranton.

They say
you were leaving for Caracas

without saying goodbye.

What do you want?

You know perfectly well.

You put up an excellent front,

but you're deep in debt,

your house
is mortgaged to the hilt.

I'm your only possible way out.

So I'm asking you
for the last time:

where is that necklace?

I gave it to you.

Of course you gave it to me.

But it's a forgery.

A nasty copy.

I paid you in real banknotes,
though, didn't I?

You're unworthy to touch
such a work of art, bumpkin!

Hold your tongue.
We've dallied long enough.

Give me the necklace or you die.

Go ahead.

I'll never tell you,
do you understand? Never!

Take this to Commissioner Pradier.

Me?

You'll need the lantern.

Follow the arrows back.

Fast as you can.

Right away, laddie.

I mean, yes, general!

Help!

So, where's the necklace?

Where's the necklace?

No, I'll never tell you!

The man's a fool.

Blake!

Risking your neck
to save that silly man?

It seems a pity.

But I'm always glad
to see you, Blake.

I'll come and visit you
when you're back in jail.

Oh, no, your pathetic efforts
couldn't spoil my new-found fame.

Those ridiculous snobs
simply adore me.

You're evil incarnate.

You mustn't flatter me.

I've enjoyed our conversation
but now I must go.

Freddy, we'll move to our quarters
among the stiffs.

If Blake's here,
Mortimer won't be far behind.

Looking for trouble?

Sorry.

I have a dispatch
from General Blake.

And I'm the Queen of England!

Let me see that.

Good grief, it looks real.

Hurry up.

- All ready?
- Just a second. My cards.

Get a move on.

Block all the exits.

Olrik's at home.

We've been watching him for days.

What?

A decoy?

I fell for the oldest trick
in the book.

Commissioner.

We've found the way
into the blockhouse.

Like a rookie...

Here's the other detachment.

We didn't see anyone.

- And Blake?
- No sign of him.

They must have captured him.

By now they could be anywhere.

I'm not so sure.

He may have left a clue.

The ghost told Duranton they'd meet
in the Kingdom of the Dead.

There are catacombs under Paris.

That's right.

Bones were taken
out of the cemeteries

and put in the quarries.

The main entrance
is at Place Denfert.

My aching head!

Sharkey went overboard.

The catacombs...

As festive as I expected!

To be or not to be... trapped.

That is the question.

You fellows don't care, do you?
But I do!

I see you're already
getting acquainted.

And how is
my friend Duranton feeling?

I hope the melancholy atmosphere

will induce him to talk.

I sense the real ghost

is here.

The vibrations never lie.

Duranton, you donkey, answer me!

Or neither of you
will get out of here.

It's coming.

At last.

I've found you.

Where is my necklace, you villain?

Oh, please.

I'll tell you everything.

It's in the carousel
at Montsouris Park.

In the red car. It was his idea.

It was Olrik.
It's all his fault.

How very peculiar.

Good Lord!

No!

You can't go in there.
We had a cave-in.

Two men are trapped.

Don't be a fool.
It could collapse.

Heel, Drak!

Heel.

You're hot on a trail, eh?

Great Scot!

Over here!

Blake!

Mortimer!

The roof is coming down.

There's no time to lose.

At last.

I'm disappointed in you.

Dreadfully disappointed.

Olrik deceived the whole country,
playing the reformed sinner.

A massive manhunt is underway

but he still eludes the police.

Sir Williamson
is in the studio with me.

Will you tell us
how this story ends?

It's a fitting comeuppance
for that rascal.

Indeed it is.

The necklace Olrik fled with

was a fake
planted by Captain Blake

and Commissioner Pradier.

No!

As for the real necklace,

I offer it to France
as was my intention all along.

By the way, old chap,

Margaret says

she's finally located
Marie-Antoinette's ghost.

She wants to talk to you
about it.

I'd love to.

I could give her
some inside information.

Really?

I've always believed in ghosts,
old chap. You know that!

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