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MAN: Tonight's stars,

Harry Guardino,

Richard Kiley,

Julie Adams,

Ray Danton,

and Jill Ireland,

Good evening,

In the netherworld

inhabited by ghouls,

goblins, gremlins,

and the generally grotesque,

it's occasionally possible

to put this sundry

and myriad crew on canvas,

and this we do in this

arcade of the outrageous,

Painting number one,

a small item of hope

and faith and despair,

an excursion into the eerie

in which we touch base

with that fraternity

of the dispossessed

who seek out something

miraculous in the way of cures

and in the way of hope,

Our painting is called

"The Miracle at Camafeo,"

and it's offering

number one in this,

the Night Gallery,

( church bell ringing )

Who are they?

The lame, the sick,

the blind, and the doomed,

Where do they all come from?

From everywhere,

They come by airplane,

by car,

by crutch,

And they all have

two things in common,

- Their suffering would be one,

- Mm-hmm,

Faith would be the other,

They go to the shrine

and they pray for a miracle,

But you, Mr, Rogan,

you have youth and health,

and this is not Acapulco,

What brings you to Camafeo?

Maybe I'm looking for a miracle,

Hi,

Mind if I join you?

Have I a choice?

Well, you can scream,

tell me that you

don't wanna be bothered,

that you're not

that kind of a girl or,,

Or what?

Give me the bottom line?

Well, the bottom line

is that you ask me to join you

and let me buy you a drink,

My name is Rogan,

My name is Melcor,

Mrs, Melcor,

And I'll try a margarita,

Good,

Amigo,

Margarita for the lady,

MAN: Yes,

It's haunting, isn't it?

Very,

Candlelight procession,

It's kind of storybook,

don't you think?

I'm not much of a reader,

No?

Well, I kind of fancy

myself a writer,

I make up stories,

Would you like to hear one?

Do I have choices

on that one, too?

No, As a matter of fact,

you don't,

This story begins in Chicago,

A guy about 30,

35 years old,

Why, we'll call him Melcor,

Joe Melcor,

Why don't you drink

your drink, Mrs, Melcor?

Now, about this

hypothetical character

that we'll call Joe Melcor,

about a year ago,

on a rainy day in Chicago,

he enters an intersection,

And a bus skids,

Sideswipes him, so he says,

And he's immediately

rushed to the hospital,

X-rayed from his arches

to his eyebrows,

and they can't find

anything wrong with him,

Everything is in place,

Outside of a few bruises,

he's okay,

But now, this Joe Melcor,

he's a--he's a thinker,

Yeah, he's a schemer,

a conniver,

I don't have to listen

to this,

Well, now, you don't have

to listen to it,

Mrs, Melcor, but it would be

courteous if you did,

I'm almost at the end,

Mr, Melcor

decides while he's lying

in his hospital bed,

or maybe even 24 hours before

he had the accident,

that there are all sorts

of ways to make a buck,

and only one good way to make

500,000 of them,

So he tells his doctor

and the nurses

and the press

that he can't move,

He's paralyzed,

So, he sues

the transit company,

They fight him on it,

It goes to court,

Now, here's the heart-rending

part of the story, Mrs, Melcor,

Each morning, he's carried

into court on a stretcher,

flat on his back,

crippled for life,

Poor Joe Melcor,

So, there's no contest,

Joe Melcor lying flat

on his back

versus that big,

heartless corporation

and its insurance company,

Poor Joe Melcor,

That crippled, beautiful David

against two big ugly Goliaths,

He deserved the half-million,

No, he deserves

an Academy Award,

that's what he deserves,

For best performance

given by a perfectly

healthy conman

in a three-day trial,

Either that or a swift kick

in the keister,

to get him back up on his

two perfectly good feet

and a few laps

around the prison yard

to keep him healthy while

he's serving time for fraud,

You got no right to talk

about Joe that way!

Lady, I have $500,000

worth of right,

You see, I'm an investigator,

I work for one of those

Goliaths,

I investigate claims for them,

So, that's why you

followed us down here,

That's why you've been

hounding us,

Oh, I don't figure

that I'm hounding

your husband, Mrs, Melcor,

Let's just say

that I'm a guy working out

of an insurance office

coming down

to Mexico to do a job,

peeking in on

one Joe Melcor to see

if he's still horizontal

and to keep him honest,

There were doctors who said

that he wasn't lying,

They said that under oath,

No, ma'am, they didn't say

that he wasn't lying,

They testified they couldn't

be sure he wasn't lying,

Now, wait a minute,

Mrs, Melcor,

I'm almost finished now,

It's the last chapter,

Joe Melcor's halfway home now,

Yeah,

He's got a half a million

dollars voted to him

by twelve compassionate dupes,

but how does he spend the money

flat on his back, hmm?

Drugs, medicine, surgery?

Some dramatic breakthrough

at somebody's clinic,

where good Old Joe Melcor

can get up

and walk right out the door?

Negative,

Because there was nothing

wrong with Joe Melcor

from the beginning,

So we strike out medicine,

And now, Mrs, Melcor,,,

comes the finale,

Yeah, there's a small

Mexican village called Camafeo,

There's a shrine there where

people come from all over

to pray for miracles,

and this is where Joe Melcor

gets his walking papers,

That's right,

They carry him up

on his stretcher to the shrine,

and he comes running down,

Now, who do we call as a witness

to this miracle?

God?

I don't care for the story,

Mr, Rogan,

I suggest you stick

to insurance,

CHARLIE: Mrs, Melcor,

will you deliver a message

to your husband for me?

Tell him there's a man

named Rogan down here

who has a nose for fraud,

It's an instinct,

a sixth sense,

You tell him that I

can smell out a bunco

quicker than a beagle

can smell out a bird,

You tell him that for me, huh?

I'll deliver the message,

Mr, Rogan,

Mr, Rogan,

I know it's none

of my business, but,,,

do you derive pleasure

treating a woman like that?

No, amigo,

no pleasure,

You wanna know

why I was tough on her?

Look at those people out there,

They limp, they stumble,

they grope,

trying for a miracle,

And that husband of hers

is gonna get carried

up there first class,

He's gonna

go through the motions

of moving his lips in prayer

and then walk down

with no regrets, no conscience,

Well,,,

when he robs me,

that's fraud,

But when he robs the kingdom

of heaven, that's sacrilege,

I'm desperate,

I want him caught before

he dirties up your shrine,

JOE: Close the door,

Keep it dark,

Where have you been?

Out for a walk,

Stopped at the bar for a drink,

JOE: Well, I envy

you on both counts,

but that doesn't look too

good, does it?

I mean, you down there

drinking while your poor,

paralyzed husband

lies up here all alone,

Joe,,,

you know that man,

the one who keeps popping up?

His name is Rogan,

He's from the insurance company,

JOE: Well, that figures,

He has that look,

that tough, bulldog,

flatfoot look,

He'll probably come nosing

around here,

And if he does,

he'll find poor Old Joe,,,

just like

the bus company left him,

- Joe?

- Mmm?

Oh, I don't know,

You don't know what?

I don't know if

what we're doing is,,,

is right,

( laughs )

You don't, huh?

When I was outside, I was--

I was watching

those people,

the ones on their way

to the shrine,

They go up there to pray,

We go up there to cheat,

We go up there so that

people like Rogan

won't be waiting for us

every place we check in,

I don't want my life bugged,

For tomorrow, after I say

my prayers and I get up

and I walk down that hill,

I want you smiling because

that's part of the deal,

And if you blow it honey,

if you start

acting like the fallen woman

on the way to confession,

then my first act

as a whole man

will be to play handball

with you against the wall,

And you will be up

at that shrine asking

to have the blue marks removed,

You dig?

Yeah, Joe,

I dig,

( music playing )

( bell ringing )

Here, let me help you,

Would you like me to carry

him up the hill for you?

WOMAN: Gracias, señor,

Thattaboy,

Gracias señor, gracias,

De nada,

Here we go, son,

Gracias,

I pray the child

will see again,

Gracias,

I pray for a miracle,

Gracias,

( indistinct chatter )

The fruits of prayer

no longer needed,

Left here is a token

of the cure,

God, of course,

does not make promises

to those who come here and pray,

It is all left up to Him,

But there are miracles?

Frequently,

Camafeo is a shrine city,

my son,

The virgin appeared here

many years ago,

so we know that

God has blessed this place,

It is a holy spot,

Tell me something, Father,

The ones that don't get cured,

what do you say to them?

I'm not sure I understand,

What happens to their faith

when they come here

with crutches and they leave

with them, the same way?

They continue to pray

and they continue to look

for a miracle,

Their faith stays with them,

It is all that keeps

them alive,

I carried

a 4-year-old boy up here,

He was blind,

What about him, Father?

Who is to tell?

Perhaps God

will not see it fit

to cure his blindness,

but what God will cure is

all sickness of the soul,

That, every person

here can count on,

Except one,

I'm sorry, my son,

I did not hear you,

Oh, nothing, Father,

I was just talking to myself,

Thank you,

( speaking Spanish )

Well, Mr, Rogan,

I didn't know you

were a religious man,

I'm a deeply religious man,

Mr, Melcor,

What about you?

Well, what does it look like?

I'm on my way to pick up

a little miracle,

Stick around,

I'll see you on the way down,

Just look for a guy

wearing a gray suit

and looking properly grateful,

I'll tell you what I will be

looking for, Joe,

I'll be looking

for a two-bit bum,

and he'll be the smallest

thing in the parade,

Anything else, Mr, Rogan?

Yeah, Tell me something,

Don't you feel

a little ashamed?

Vamos, let's move it,

Good morning, my son,

May I help you pray?

Don't trouble yourself, Father,

I can handle this myself,

May God hear your prayers,

my son,

You can count on that, Father,

I want to add something,

Mr, Rogan,

Add something to what?

To the story you were

telling me last night,

You don't have to,

I already know the ending,

That conniving night crawler

you're married to,

in a few minutes,

he's going to walk past here,

and there isn't a bloody thing

I can do about it,

Be walking by himself,

He won't have me alongside,

That's the one thing

I can do about it,

Oh, there's another

thing you can do,

You can sign a deposition,

admitting that there was

nothing wrong with your husband,

and you can state

that you'll testify

to that in court,

No, Mr, Rogan,

I won't do that,

I won't hurt him,

I haven't got

that much courage,

I just won't help him,

I still have that much honor,

( woman speaking Spanish )

( onlookers react joyfully )

( speaking Spanish )

iGracias, Dios mío!

iGracias!

He makes the lame to walk

and the blind to see,

Hijo,

Hey, Father,

Look,

Here's a--

here's a little token

of my appreciation,

Don't look so surprised, you'll

give the place a bad name,

( music playing )

( Joe screaming )

JOE: Help me,

Somebody please help me,

Help me, somebody, please,

Joe, what's the matter?

( gasps )

JOE: Help me,

Somebody,,,

help me,

I can't see, I can't see,

I can't see,

I can't see,

Help me,

Somebody please help me,

I can't see,

I can't see,

Somebody please help me,

I can't see,

A bit of gossamer and lace,

as befits a beautiful woman,

Fragile and ephemeral,

in keeping with the soft mystery

of the female,

But to the gentleman

amongst you,

like all your

male predecessors

since the beginning of time,

have been mystified and miffed

by a female counterpart,

This one is for you,

A beautiful lady

in a strange house

also inhabited,

alas, by "The Ghost

of Sorworth Place,"

Oh, good afternoon,

I think I'm lost,

You're at Sorworth Place,

Sorworth?

I meant to be in Drymen,

I don't think Sorworth

is even on this map,

MRS, DUCKER:

Got no need to be,

Anybody comes here knows

where it is to begin with,

ANN: Who's out there,

Mrs, Ducker?

It's a gentleman out on a walk,

Got himself lost, ma'am,

Good evening,

How do you do?

- You've gone astray, then?

- Yes,

There's supposed to be a bed

waiting for me in Drymen,

Oh, it'll go unslept-in

tonight,

You'd have to run like the wind

to reach Drymen

before twelve struck,

Oh, well,

Is there any place around here

I could put up for the night?

A hotel,

or an inn, or a pub?

There's the King's Arms

in Sorworth town itself,

Will I have to run

like the wind?

Walk with a purpose,

keeping Sorworth Water to

your left the whole distance,

you should be there in time

for two nips and your dinner,

If you'll excuse me,

Mrs, Loring,

I've set out your tea for you,

and you know

darkness is coming on,

You know that Tom Ducker,

he always want me home

before dark,

Of course,

Good night, Mrs, Ducker,

Good night, Mrs, Loring,

Good night, sir,

Well, good night,

Good night,

- Mrs, Loring?

- That's right,

I'm Ralph Burke,

From America?

Yeah,

You guessed,

Well, I guessed

it wasn't from Glasgow,

Well, it certainly is

a wonderful old place, I have,,,

If you cut it too fine,

Mr, Burke,

you'll lose yourself again,

and I wouldn't want

it on my conscience

if you ended up drowned

in Sorworth Water,

Sure,

Well, nice meeting you,

Mrs, Loring,

Thanks for getting

me turned around right,

Bye,

Good night,

- Good morning, sir,

- Good morning, Good morning,

Did you find your

bed to your liking?

Yes, I did indeed,

Thank you for everything,

Mr, MacLeod,

I didnae ken that you were

acquainted

with Mrs, Loring, sir,

- Well, I'm not,

- You're not?

No, I only met her

yesterday afternoon,

- Why? What made you think,,,

- I beg your pardon,

I'm sure, sir, but

when she stopped by here

- a wee bit earlier,,,

- She was here? How long,,,

Well, she'll have gone back

to Sorworth Place by now, sir,

Her shopping bag was full,

and she left a letter off,

- Letter?

- Um, yes,

Right here, sir,

Thank you,

ANN: Mr, Burke,

if the demands upon your time

do not forbid it,

I should be pleased

to give you tea this

afternoon at half-past four,

Ann Loring,

Mr, MacLeod,

what can you tell me

about Mrs, Loring?

Nothing, sir, that,,,

wouldnae break your heart

in the telling,

- Well?

- Well, sir?

RALPH: About Mrs, Loring

and Mr, Loring?

She's, um,

she's a widow, sir,

- Oh,

- About, uh,,,

about a year, sir,

Well, how did her husband die?

It's, um,,,

it's opening time, sir,

Your good health, sir,

Thank you,

They gave out that it was

the drink that destroyed him,

And many's the time

I've had to send him home

from here in the dogcart

with boots driving him,

But it was never

the drink, sir,

It was the evil,

and I'd take an oath on that

in any court in the land,

- The evil?

- Oh, yes,

In those days there were

servants up at the hall;

cooks, butlers, parlor maids,

And there were talks

about his doing,

his drinkings,

his smashings,

And there he was, sir,

with a bride

that was the beauty

of the county,

And was he satisfied?

Oh, no,

Not Alistair Loring, not he,

There was not a chambermaid

in the whole of Sorworth Place,

that wasn't expected

to obey the master,

and obey him in any way

that took his fancy,

And there were whispers

about those fancies of his

that were a disgrace to all

the lairds of Sorworth

that ever lived,

And he beat her, sir,

He beat her until

they could hear her cries

down to the gardener's cottage,

Why did she stay?

Why did she stay indeed?

Why does she stay there now?

You've seen Sorworth Place,

Only from the outside,

You'll do yourself no favor

by seeing the inside,

Oh, it's cold, sir,

It's cold and clammy

like a grave,

There's hardly a bench

to sit on

or a lump of coal

to light a fire with,

When he died,

the creditors came,

When they moved on,

they left an empty shell

behind them,

Why does she stay there now

when she could have the pick

of the countryside

if she wanted it?

Like another drink?

No, No, thanks,

One's my limit,

Is this what brought me

to Sorworth?

It was something,

It wasn't me,

Was it you, Ann Loring?

Oh, if everything is to

your satisfaction, ma'am,

and with the darkness

coming on,

and you know how Tom Ducker is,

Thank you, Mrs, Ducker,

Good night,

Good night, ma'am,

- Night, sir,

- Night,

Milk and sugar, Mr, Burke?

Yes, please,

He sounds like quite a worrier,

this Tom Ducker,

Oh, it's Mrs, Ducker

who's the worrier,

She won't let the sun

set on Sorworth Place

with her still here,

Oh?

What's she afraid of?

Me, I think,

Oh, is this too strong

for you?

No, It looks--looks just fine,

Afraid of you, why?

She's rather got the idea

that I killed my husband,

Seriously?

Oh, she's quite serious,

She's got it a little

backwards, hasn't she?

According to

Mr, MacLeod at the inn,,,

Oh, what's he been

telling you, Mr, Burke?

Not very much, honestly,

It's about Alistair,

I expect?

Well, I'm sure it

was all an exaggeration,

Oh, I shouldn't think so,

Quite the reverse, probably,

You see,

my husband was landed gentry,

and Mr, MacLeod's

great-grandfather

was the third

Duke of Sorworth's steward,

so he'd naturally prefer

to represent Alistair

in as favorable

a light as possible,

Well, he did a lousy

job of it,

if you don't mind

my saying so, Mrs, Loring,

He said Mr, Loring,,,

Mr, Burke, would you mind?

Sorworth Place is tumbling

around my ears, I'm afraid,

Is there anything

the matter, Mr, Burke?

Hmm?

No,

I'm all right,

You've gone positively

white, Mr, Burke,

Oh, do sit down,

- I'll fetch you some brandy,

- No, no, no,

No, thanks,

I'm all right,

Brandy would only lay me out,

Mrs, Loring,

do you live here alone?

Oh,

Well, when stouthearted

Mrs, Ducker flees at dusk,

I have no company

here at Sorworth,

except of course for all

the ghosts of the Lorings

who were ever born

or whoever died here,

Why do you ask?

Nothing,

One could almost believe

there were ghosts in this place,

Oh, indeed you could,

Mr, Burke,

Almost,

Hello, Mrs, Ducker,

Well, here I am again,

Mr, Burke, could I

have a word with you?

Mrs, Loring is expecting me,

Uh, please,

Well?

Not here,

Is anything wrong?

You've been here for the best

part of a week, Mr, Burke,

Your friends in Drymen,

won't they be wondering

where you are?

Don't worry about me,

Mrs, Ducker,

There's nobody waiting

for me in Drymen,

There's nobody waiting for me

anywhere

in the whole wide world,

Oh, yes, there is, sir,

Really? Who?

Take my advice, Mr, Burke,

From one who've seen

the blackness of evil

descend on this house,

go to Drymen before you get

caught up in it yourself,

Mrs, Ducker, what the hell

are you talking about?

I'm talking about the one

in there waiting for you,

That's hardly any way

to talk about one's employer,

My employer,

Mr, Burke, is Alistair Loring,

the Seventh Duke of Sorworth,

Oh, really?

Well, I hope

I'm here next payday,

I'd like to see him

hand over your salary,

Please,

You wouldn't be so quick

to make the jokes, Mr, Burke,

if you've seen what

I've seen in this house,

Aye, and you'd have a little bit

more understanding

why you'll never catch me here

when darkness is coming on,

Just exactly what

have you seen, Mrs, Ducker?

The master, that's who,

Lying dead and broken

at the bottom

of the stairs in there,

and herself with the look

of a sorceress upon her,

standing there at the top,

Are you trying to tell me

that Mrs, Loring,,,

What was he doing there,

may I ask?

He was so deathly ill,

so wasted with sickness,

He was like a skeleton,

What was he doing there

at the bottom of the stairs

dressed in his clothes?

Dressed?

Aye, and his hair was tweezed

with the patches on his elbow,

as if he was going out

for a day's hunting,

ANN: Ralph,

You're here,

Yes,

I'm so glad to see you,

Shall we go and have some tea?

ANN: What is it?

Oh, nothing,

Well, how about that tea?

Of course,

Get rid of that Mrs, Ducker,

Short of burning Sorworth

Place to the ground,

I really can't see

how I'd do it,

She was devoted to my husband,

I believe she really thinks

of herself as the rightful heir

to the family fortune,

what's become of it,

Sometimes I'm tempted

to hand her the keys

and run until I reach Glasgow,

Why don't you, Ann?

Why do you stay here?

Why did you come here?

Drymen's miles to the south,

I lost my way,

Or found it,

Have you wondered

at all these past days

why I asked a stranger to tea?

Have you wondered

why you accepted?

When a lovely lady

sends me an invitation,

I'm not about to go

for a hike over the moors,

But, okay, why did you

ask a stranger to tea?

When I saw you standing

there that day,

I heard a voice,

It was my voice,

It said, "This is the one,

This is the one to do it,

perhaps,"

- To do what?

- To protect me,

- From what?

- From my husband,

But he's dead, Ann,

Yes, quite,

He's dead, and I'm

in deadly fear of him,

( thudding )

You've seen him,

haven't you?

What? Who?

Alistair,

You've seen him, I could tell,

I don't know

what you're talking about,

Tell me,

Tell me what you've seen,

What did he look like?

Was he a skeleton of a man

in a tweed suit

with patches on the elbows?

It's almost a year

since he died,

and in the past fortnight,

I've begun to see him, too,

Ann, these,,,

these things just don't happen,

Yes,

Now I'm sure of it,

You are the one,

Let me tell you,

He lay at the foot

of the stairs,

The foot of the stairs?

It was our first wedding

anniversary,

How did he get there?

I poured his medicine

down the drain,

and he needed it

to keep his filthy body alive,

And he knew the nearest

place he could get it

was the chemist in Sorworth,

We're on the telephone,

you see,

so he dragged

himself out of bed,

flung on a suit of clothes,

He was cursing me

all the while,

Why did you do it?

Because I could no longer

stand his vile tongue

and his scornful talk,

or the humiliation

of his hands on me,

tearing at my clothes

and then leaving me

in my nakedness to go

to the servants' hall

and have his way

with the scullions,

He called me cold,

cold as the stones

in the ancestral burial ground,

and he swore that only a corpse

could have love out of me,

And as the sickness worsened,

so did the foulness

of his accusations,

until at last I knew

that one of us must die

before another day came,

And if it wasn't to be me,

then it had to be him,

and that's why I did it,

What happened?

He lasted as far

as the stairway,

and there he sprawled

and down he went,

and there he lay,

Dead?

But what was left in him,

he looked up

at me and he said,

"You think you've won free,

Well, you're wrong,

In a years' time, I'll return,

and I'll celebrate

our second wedding anniversary,"

And then he was dead,

It's tonight,

What's tonight?

The anniversary

of our wedding,

He's back already,

We've both seen him,

But he hasn't come for me yet,

- He will tonight,

- To do what?

That's what I don't know,

and why I'm frightened,

And why I need you,

What can I do?

Keep him from me tonight,

Get between us,

I have a feeling that

if tonight can pass

without him reaching me,

then he'll stay

in his grave forever,

Can you do that, Ralph?

Can you battle

my ghost for me?

It has to be an outsider,

I couldn't trust my story

and my life to a local,

Having met Mrs, Ducker,

you can understand why, surely,

Yes,

I've waited 12 months

for that special someone

to arrive in Sorworth,

and when I saw you standing

at the door that day

with your haversack

and the look

of the wanderer about you,

I had the wild feeling

that it could be you,

You were right, Ann,

And you were right

about the other, too,

I didn't lose my way,

I found it,

I'll bury your ghost

for you, Ann,

Maybe,,,

because, you see, I have

some ghosts of my own as well,

Maybe I'll bury mine

in the same grave,

When they're back in the ground

where they belong,

we're free of them forever,

then maybe,,,

And now I'll tell you

the final thing,

and you'll take your hat

in your hand

and slam the door behind you

and be done with me

forever as well,

There's no love in me,

not for a tree,

nor a blade of grass,

nor man, nor beast,

nor any other thing

that breathes God's air,

That's what turned Alistair

against me from the start,

and what sent him

to the servants' quarters

the whole year we were wed,

I did the duties of a wife

on our wedding night,

but when that was done,

he never touched me again,

There can be nothing

between us, Ralph, as it is,

And if your ghosts need that

to send them to their rest,

we'll be making a bad bargain

for yourself,

One ghost at a time, okay?

We'll deal with yours tonight,

Tomorrow, well,,,

we'll let tomorrow

take care of itself,

Now we've got work to do,

Where is your bedroom, Ann?

Ann, what do you take me for?

I'm going to stand guard duty

outside your door,

It's the far end

of the second story on the left,

I'll wait down here,

When you've locked yourself in,

I'll come up,

Shall I put a chair

outside, then?

And risk me falling asleep?

No,

I'll walk guard duty

until daylight,

Good night, Ann,

Good night,

( window banging )

Get back in your grave,

you lousy corpse,

You're not getting

in here tonight,

How the devil did you get--?

- What are you doing here?

- I don't know,

I don't know

what I'm doing here,

I must have wandered

around to escape,

No, no, Ann,

He's out there,

Go on back up

and lock your door, quickly,

Take this, Hurry,

Hurry,

No, no!

How many times

do you need to be buried?

My friend, you'll soon be as

dead as you're supposed to be!

( Ralph screaming )

( bell chimes )

He's gone, Ann,

Midnight's past,

and he's gone for good,

You're free of him forever,

Ralph,

You left your door

unlocked, Ann,

and you went down

to unlock the front door,

But then you said you could

never love anything alive,

Come to me, my Ralph,

In a year,

In a year I'll come to you,,,

my Ann,