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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BOAT HORN SOUNDS]

-Why do these boats always have to dock in the cold grey shore?

-Yeah, there oughtta be a law making them stay out there

'till after breakfast anyway.

-Don't worry, Barney, after today

you'll be shooting that one-eyed monster of yours

for Uncle Sam.

-Yeah, you'll be seeing plenty of cold grey dawns

then, brother.

-You'll find out in the signal corps there's a lot of other things

besides corps signals.

-After ten years in this racket, it'll be a vacation.

[LAUGHTER]

-Ah, sinful soul, isn't he, boys.

-Wooh!

[LAUGHS]

-Hmm, well what do you think of that?

Sounds fishy to me.

[BOAT HORN SOUNDS TWICE]

You're Dr. Randall, no?

-Yes.

You hear me, Agatha Brewster, find her.

-Well, I-- -Bye for now.

You're Carter of the Globe Tribune, aren't you?

-Mhm-mm.

-Say, there's a woman on that boat

by the name of Agatha Brewster.

-Yeah?

What about her?

- Ghost fodder.

She's a sister of that, uh, missing Dr. Brewster.

Good story.

A great story.

The best.

-Hey, what gives, Jeff?

Trying to sell you bootleg again?

- Yeah well, a screwball, I guess.

-That's her over there with the perfume.

-Agatha, I'm awfully glad you're here.

-Come on, Barney.

-George, it's terrible.

What happened?

-Miss Brewster?

-Yes? -I'm from the Globe Tribune.

-Hello.

-Miss Brewster's too upset over her brother

to give an interview right now.

-Yes, some other time.

-Oh, well, uh, may we have a picture?

Go ahead, Barney.

-A pretty smile now.

-Smile?

-Oh, excuse me.

-Thanks, now about that interview.

When I may I see you.

-Oh, some other day.

Next week.

-Where?

-Miss Brewster will phone you.

-Don't let her give you the brush off.

It's a great story.

-Hey, what is this anyway?

(whimpers)

-That's all right.

-If he'd only have listened to me

all this wouldn't have happened.

-But what about the police?

Haven't they been able to trace him?

-Fortunately no.

-Fortunately?

-Yes, very fortunately.

Agatha, Jim was involved. Except in this way:

He's hidden away at Poindale, in the old mansion.

He'd be better off in the family cemetery plot.

-No.

-Sorry, but it's true.

-But why?

-Six months ago, we made an astounding discovery.

It was so far in advance of anything

that's been done to date, but Jim decided

to be the guinea pig for this experiment himself.

I tried to talk him out of it, but you know how stubborn

he is when he gets an idea in his head.

We made the experiment and unfortunately it

was a great success.

So great in fact that we've been unable to counteract

the results.

And Jim, he's

-He's still alive, isn't he?

-Yes.

-And the story of his disappearance is a fake?

-Yes, I put that out because of the whole affair was sordid.

If the worst comes to the worst, it'll

save him a great deal of unpleasant notoriety.

-George, what can we do?

-Prepare yourself for a great shock, Agatha.

I warn you.

It's, it's frightening.

-Well, where is he?

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

[GROANS]

-Courage.

(whimpers)

-Agatha.

You shouldn't have brought her here.

Stop shaking, Agatha.

I won't hurt you.

-Oh, you poor boy.

[SIGHS]

-Open the door.

Get back!

[GORILLA GROWLS]

[JIM GROWLS]

Close the door.

What a mess I've made of things.

Look.

-Jim.

[GORILLA GROWLS]

-Quiet!

[CRYING]

[PHONE RINGING]

-Yeah?

-How are you coming with that boat yarn?

-I couldn't get a thing out of her at the boat.

Now I'm going through the morgue.

Boy, is she a screwy dame.

-I don't that junk.

I want a personal interview.

And get me some more pictures.

Good ones.

Barney's smell.

I'm sending someone down to replace him.

Name's Billy Mason.

-Okay, chiefy.

-Now hop to it.

And don't call me chiefy.

-Okay, chiefy.

-Going into the Army has sure done something to Barney.

Looks more like a ghost than a ghost hunter to me.

Now just what could have happened

to get such a piece of trash.

-Well, it's out of focus.

It's underexposed and overdeveloped.

And besides, there's two pictures on the same negative.

-Is that all?

-Yes.

-Yes sir. -Take Miss Mason down to Carter.

She's taking Barney's place.

-Yes.

-Well, thank you very much, Mr. Martin,

for giving me the break.

I'm sure I can--

-Ah, forget it.

But remember, I'll be satisfied with just

one picture on each negative.

-I'll do the very best I can.

-Carter, Billy Mason.

-Okay, sit down, take the load off your feet .

I'll be with you in a minute.

Hmm, Opium Night.

What went by when I wasn't looking?

-I see you know your perfumes.

-I know that one.

In fact, I never forget it.

Or the first girl I met that used it either.

-Was she nice?

-Yeah, but she lied to me.

-Oh?

-She told me her boyfriend was in boot camp.

Okay, Mason, let's go.

Mason?

-I'm Billy Mason.

-Huh?

-I said, I'm Billy Mason.

I'm taking Barney's place, whoever he is.

-Well, why didn't you say so?

Come on. Let's go.

-Where are we going if I may ask?

-The Poindale, the old Brewster home.

Gonna interview a screwy old dame and get some pictures.

Good pictures, I hope.

-Why the I hope?

A good reporter generally gets an interview.

-I'm not worried about the interview,

it's the pictures I'm worried about.

-Oh, I get it.

Well, listen, Mr. Insane, you take care of your end of it

and don't worry about mine.

My pictures will be as good as your interview.

And maybe a little bit better.

-Cocky little wench, aren't you?

-Well, I've had to hold my own against four brothers

all my life.

I guess I can handle a 4F like you.

-All right.

And what gives you the idea I'm a 4F?

-Well, I can't think of any other good reason

you're not in uniform.

-Listen, baby, you're looking smack dab at a 14 carat 1A.

Totally fit, physically perfect with a personal letter

in his pocket from the president.

30 days from now I'll be Jefferson B. Carter,

seaman first class.

-Oh.

-Oh, yes.

30 days hath September, April,

June, and Jefferson B. Carter.

-Well, I'll take back the part about 4F.

But the rest of it still stands.

-It makes me wish I was in the Navy right now.

-That makes two of us.

All right, sailor.

Shove off.

-You have no idea what I have gone

through in the last three months.

Sometimes I am perfectly normal.

But later,

I sit for hours and hours

looking in the mirror

hoping

and praying for the slightest sign

on my face to change.

It doesn't come.

And I feel myself holding back the animal instinct.

I try to fight it.

And I try to fight it with all my willpower.

And I feel it's not limited.

I locked myself in there with him fearing

that I might do something terrible.

Oh, I can't stand it any longer.

I can't stand it.

But I am the master of me.

I must do what I am asking him.

-What did you ask him to do, James, and he refused?

-I must have human spinal fluid injected into me.

It's my only chance.

Randall and I both agreed to it.

It's the only way to counteract the ape fluid injection.

But he won't do it.

Won't do it.

-Please, James, please.

I'll talk to George.

I know he'll do anything to save you.

I'll ask him.

-No, he won't.

I pleaded... and begged.

-James tells me you refused to help him any further.

-Did he tell you why?

-No.

-Then I'll tell you.

I'd have to commit murder to do it.

-Murder?

-Yes, cold blooded murder.

You see this spinal fluid, it might might cure him.

And there's a great possibility it would.

Discuss the chance with him.

That fluid must be taken from a living person.

And the taking of it means instant death.

-Oh.

-Well, I must say the house matches the old girl to a t.

-What do you mean?

-She's a ghost hunter?

-Did you say ghost?

-Yeah.

Ever see any?

-[LAUGHS] Don't be silly.

-She has.

[LAUGHS]

No kidding.

She's written books about them.

She's been all over the world poking around

in cemeteries and haunted houses.

She just got back from a Cook's tour of haunted castles in Europe.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on, let's go over there.

-Oh, I, ah, forgot my camera.

-That's your job.

[BANGING]

-Shut up! Stop that racket!

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

-Well, here's a chance for you to photograph a ghost.

-Very funny.

Very funny.

-Better see who it is.

It may allay any suspicions those screams arouse.

Jim has probably seen who it is in the televisor.

He won't give himself away.

-Hello.

Remember me from the boat?

Jeff Carter?

-Oh, yes.

-Uh, this is Billy Mason.

I brought her along to get some more pictures.

The others were lou-- they weren't good.

-Well, uh, I'm afraid it's too dark in here for pictures.

-Oh, no, it'll be perfectly okay.

-Oh sure, it's okay.

She, eh, takes pictures in tunnels. [LAUGHS]

-All right.

-I'll be going, Miss Brewster.

Just keep on with the prescription I gave you.

-Oh, I, I will, doctor.

Won't you come into the library?

-If you don't mind, Miss Brewster,

I'd like to know a little more about your work, your book,

your successes.

I think our readers would be interested.

-Oh, certainly.

Won't you sit down?

-Thanks.

-I hope you'll pardon the affairs of this room.

But I don't dare change a thing.

The entities that haunt this house will not appear

if they spy a difference.

They only want the old familiar things.

-You mean this house is really haunted?

-Certainly, child, all houses are haunted.

All prisons are haunted.

Throngs of spirits follow us everywhere.

We are never alone.

This room is crowded right now.

-I don't see anything.

-Oh, you can't see them, anymore than you can see the room.

They can destroy you just for peering through the veil.

Some spirits are honest, gentle and kind,

and all they want is to bring happiness and peace.

But a few are evil.

And having been wicked in life are wicked in death.

And they haunt is the scene of their crimes.

revelling

in death.

-Hmm.

That must have been what we heard when we drove up, huh?

-Yes.

You heard it?

-Is it here?

Right here?

-Oh, no. That's what I brought from Scotland.

A phonograph record?

-No kidding? [LAUGHS] I thought I heard everything.

-Would you like to hear it?

-Well, what can we lose?

-This here is from Scotland.

It's known as 'The Galloping Ghost of Glen Eyrie.'

[SCREAMING ON RECORD]

Does it bother you, child?

-Oh, no.

I just won't sleep all night.

That's all.

-I'll go get the picture before Miss Mason passes out,

huh?

-Certainly.

-Now listen, Miss Brewster, you stand right over here

by the phonograph and, uh, you hold this record.

Hold it like that.

Beautiful.

All right. Now, come on, come on.

Get yourself together.

Thanks very much, Miss Brewster.

-Oh, just a moment.

One more, seriously.

-Oh, yes. Do you mind? Go ahead and sit down.

I'll take the 'Galloping Ghosts.'

Now you sit there and try and give me a,

uh, pose like you were hunting for a ghost.

That's it.

Get it.

That was very kind of you, Miss Brewster.

I'll send you a some of those pictures. I'll bet you look great.

Come on, honey. Let's go.

I'll, uh, send you a copy of the article.

I might wanna check with you later.

May I come out again?

-Um, I guess so.

But please phone me first.

-Oh, certainly, certainly.

-Thank you very much.

Well, uh, goodbye.

-Jim, are you mad... to come up here?

-What did Randall say?

-He will not be an accomplice to a murder.

-Hmm.

Please let me go. You are expected.

I sorry to be fantastic. I'm sorry.

-Hey.

-Huh?

-Are you going to town?

-Yeah.

-Fine.

Go right ahead.

-Uh, that could be the galloping ghost himself, Flutters.

-Even if I felt all right, that wouldn't get a laugh out of me.

All right.

Let's go.

If you've got any gas.

-What a lot of hooey.

This is the galloping ghost, huh?

Wonder who thinks she's kidding.

-Meaning what?

-Did that racket sound like the noise

we we heard when we drove up?

-Come to think of it, no.

-Darn right.

Well, there's something screw about the whole thing.

I feel it in my bones.

Maybe it's rheumatism.

-Help me. -No.

I hear the frustration.

Please abide by my decision.

You won't get away with it.

-Oh please, James, help me with it.

-Oh, leave me alone.

Go on. Get out. Get upstairs.

Before you make me sick.

-But...

-Get out of here!

-Oh, all right, James.

[YELLING]

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

-Are you completely insane?

How did you get here?

-You left our experiment to start a new fiction.

-No, I thought there was something wrong.

Why did you take such a chance?

I supposed I had to try something desperate.

-You must have. -Definitely, as it looked.

-Do you realize what you're asking me to do?

Murder.

-Oh, call it what you like.

Call it what you like.

I must have the fluid.

It's my life against somebody else's.

And I don't want to live the rest of my life this way.

And I won't.

Well... I'll--

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Yes?

-Someone from police headquarters to see you, sir.

-All right.

Ask him to wait in the library.

I'll be right there.

-Very good, sir.

-Do you suppose anybody saw you coming here?

-No, I'm sure not.

-Stay right here.

Don't take a chance on leaving.

-Oh, the captain sent me over to get some more dope on

Brewster disappearance case.

-But I've already told him all I know.

-Well, there's a few things I'd like to check on.

-Very well.

-When was the last time you saw him? It was Thursday, is that right?

[GRUNTING]

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

Come here. Come

[DOOR BUZZER]

Weren't you?

-Huh?

-Uh, you were very closely associated with Dr. Brewster,

weren't you?

-Oh, yes. Yes.

-Right.

-Hello, Townsend.

-Dr. Brewster.

-Yes.

Dr. Brewster.

[MUFFLED YELLING]

-Hmm, I see.

Get out!

-Perhaps I could drop in tomorrow sometime and--

-Oh, there's just a few more things.

Uh, wait till I get this down.

Well, I guess that's all.

Thanks a lot, doc. -Not at all.

-Oh, if you think of anything else

in connection with Dr. Brewster, let us know.

Looks like we sure could use a lot of help on this one.

-All right. I will.

Good day.

Goodbye.

Get me the police.

-Did anyone come in tonight?

-No one, but one of your men.

-And who was that? -I don't know. I didn't get his name.

Came about the Brewster case.

-When did you discover this?

-Right after he left.

-You mean this happened while a cop was in the house?

-Evidently. Townsend admitted him.

-That sounds enough.

-Right there.

-What's that?

-Strangulation.

And by someone with terrific strength

by the looks of the marks on his throat.

-Hmm.

-Whoever did it sure needed a haircut.

-Sure looks like it.

-Hello.

-Say, isn't that the guy we saw at Brewster's?

-It does look like him, doesn't it? -Yeah.

-Here are those pictures. -Okay.

-What's happened to him?

-Just lost his butler boy to strangulation.

Doctor's trying to pin it on an ape.

Do you buy that? Here.

Well, I see you got something on the film anyway.

-Now listen, old man River.

-Uh oh.

Trying to pull a Barney, huh?

-What do you mean?

-Two pictures for the price of one again. Look at that.

-Where?

-Right there.

-Well, I never saw that before.

-What is it? How did it get there?

-Looks like a gorilla to me.

-A gorilla? -Yeah.

-How was it done?

And what heading does that come under?

Trick photography?

Is it a game?

-I didn't do it.

If it's in the picture, it was there when I shot it.

[LAUGHS]

-Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe this is 'The Galloping Ghost of Glen Eyrie.'

or whatever his name was in the flesh.

Remember those sounds? -Yeah.

-Isn't that the way a gorilla sounds?

-I'm not much of of a Tarzan, but could be.

So, the butler of the guy we saw there was murdered by an ape.

I wonder...

-What are you gonna do? -Try to sell the boss a bill of goods.

-Don't you want me to go along? -Oh, no, honey. You stay right there.

Say, maybe you're my lucky number.

-Has anyone come yet?

-No one I'm expecting.

-Yes.

I got it, Agatha.

I've got it.

-What?

-The fluid. The spinal fluid.

-You know you've got it? -Yes.

That's why I expected him.

-Oh, he said he wouldn't--

-He didn't do it, I did.

He is going to make the injection.

He may refuse it.

I cannot. Think!

-I mean just what I said.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

That's bad for him.

Tell him he's wanted in surgery.

-Forgive me, but go ahead if you want to.

-Thanks. -Taking Billy Mason with you?

-Oh no.

I might have to do some second story work

and she might get a run in her stocking.

-Jim, do you realize what you've done?

Do you realize what you've done?

-Yes.

Doctor Randall,

I have got it.

And I have a chance to be cured.

That's more important.

-Even if it costs a man his life?

-Yes. It's my life I'm thinking about.

But we are wasting time. Look.

Everything is ready for you to make the injection.

Come. Don't sit down.

-Jim,

I lied to the police to save you yesterday

and made myself almost as guilty as you are.

But I won't incriminate myself any further.

I'm through.

-Oh no you're not.

-Threats will do you no good.

If necessary I'll go to the police and tell them the whole story.

-You'll do as James says.

Go on. Hurry.

-Ready, doctor?

[LAUGHS]

George, it's working.

Look, I can stand up straight.

-Just that old pest of a newspaper man again, Miss Brewster.

-I thought you said you'd phone before coming back.

-Uh, I--I did.

But, but, your--your phone seemed to be always busy,

or, uh, out of order maybe.

Have you tried your phone lately?

It could be, you know.

Oh, those things get out of order.

Funny thing, I know a fella that had a telephone

that was always out of order.

Well, uh, shall we, uh, go in with the 'galloping ghosts?'

-You haven't given me much time to go over my notes, Mr. Carter.

-Oh, I'm not here on that ghost business.

-No? -No.

My boss is saving that story for a Sunday edition.

But, he does want me to work on your brother's case.

Have the police had anything definite to report?

-No, he's completely disappeared.

I can't understand it myself, but it's dreadful.

-Yeah, suppose work had anything to do with it?

A nervous breakdown or amnesia? Anything like that?

-I don't know.

Uh, I was in Europe as you know.

I haven't seen him in over a year.

-But his work was difficult, wasn't it?

Seems to me I heard something about his terrific experiments.

-Yes, he has a very scientific mind.

-Eh, just like my uncle. [CHUCKLES]

His house was always full of guinea pigs, and rats, even monkeys.

Big ones, too.

Scared the daylights out of my aunt.

-Oh?

-Yeah, one day she just up and left him.

And I don't blame her.

Just imagine, opening that door right now

and coming face to face with a gorilla.

Oh, but I suppose you're used to that sort of thing.

I understand that your brother did a lot of work

on gorillas and apes.

Didn't he?

-I wouldn't know. He never discussed those things with me.

Well, I guess if you can't be any help to me,

I'll, uh, just have to dig up what I can for myself.

Good night.

Oh, by the way, uh, Miss Brewster,

did your brother have a laboratory here

in the house where he worked?

-Not that I know of.

-Okay. I thought maybe I'd find something there

that might give me a lead.

Well, thanks and goodbye.

-Goodbye, Mr. Carter.

[DOOR CLOSES]

A very clever young man that.

-Yes, I heard.

-George, do you think the fluid will cure James

completely and harmlessly?

-I don't know,

but it's useless for him to look to me for any more help.

I warn you, I'll go to the police first.

-I can not straighten up.

Oh no!

It wasn't enough!

It wasn't enough.

I need more.

George!

Agatha!

I must have more!

That's it!

I need more!

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

-There.

[SCREAMS]

-I wouldn't go down that way if I were you.

-But why? -Well, don't ask questions. Come on.

-There have been three murders committed in this precinct.

And not one single suspect brought it.

Where's that put us?

Right on the spot.

-They all look like they were committed by the same person, captain.

Outside of that, we haven't got a single thing to go on.

-Not a thing, captain.

-I suppose you expect the killer to come in and give himself up, huh?

Now listen, get out and get that guy.

Or I'll transfer you to so far back in the sticks

the birds will be chasing you out of the trees.

Come on now. Get out. Get out.

[DOOR CLOSES]

-Comfortable?

-Well, hello, stranger.

Where have you been all week?

I thought your draft board caught up with you.

-I've been parked in the bushes outside the Brewster home

so long I nearly took root.

-Waiting for the galloping ghosts to go by.

No, I've got a hunch there's something screwier than ghosts in that joint.

-Well, why didn't you let me in on it?

-Cause if my hunch is correct, it's no place for a babe-in-the-woods like you.

Oh, by the way, if you need any more bobby pins

you'll find mine in the second drawer.

-[MOCK LAUGHS] Thanks.

-Do you see what we got?

Plenty of it this time!

Plenty!

[GORILLA GROWLS]

-But George, it's his only chance to become--

-Absolutely, no.

And, don't call me again.

The police have been here several times this week.

They may trace the call.

-Well, what did he say?

How soon will he be here?

-He's not coming.

-He's not coming?

-That's what he said.

-He must.

The fluid is all ready.

It won't keep!

Go. Summon him, quick!

-It won't do any good. He won't do it.

-Won't do it?

All right, then.

Alright... this... is better.

-James, what are you going to do?

-If he won't come here, I am going to him.

-But you mustn't the police are watching him.

-I don't care. I'm going.

-James, please!

-Let me go.

-They'll kill you!

- Oh, let me go!

[GRUNTING]

-Oh, it's you.

-Yeah. Were you expecting someone else?

-No. No, that is, uh... come in.

-Hm-hmm.

Little touch up on the hair, a new pair of lips,

and you're as good as new.

-Where are you going?

-Back to my listening post.

-Brewster's? -Uh huh.

-Can I go with you? -Nu huh.

-Well, why not? -No place for little girls.

There's so many snakes, frogs, and lizards.

Big ones, big as alligators.

And besides, if I have to run, I don't wanna wait for you.

Oh, uh, don't wait up for me.

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

[GORILLA COOING]

[GORILLA GROWLS]

-We're no nearer to the killer than we were before.

Yes sir.

All right, we're coming in.

C'mon Tim.

-Goodnight, doc.

-Goodnight, gentlemen.

-Goodnight.

-All right. Let's go.

-No, I've got a hunch he's expecting somebody.

Let's wait around and see.

-I could kill you before they got here.

So be careful.

It's here, George.

Plenty of it.

Look.

It's enough for half-a-dozen injections.

And can't fail.

Come on. Hurry.

You are going to do it, you hear me?

-All right.

-Good.

Here.

[GROWLING]

[YELLING]

[KNOCKING]

[WINDOW SHATTERING]

Is he dead?

-Neck's broken.

-Jim's going to--

Oh...

-Who's going to what?

Ah...

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

[GORILLA CONTINUES]

-Jeff.

Oh, Jeff!

Jeff, honey!

I didn't know it was you.

Jeff, please wake up.

Jeff, talk to me.

Jeff, I didn't mean it. Forgive me.

Jeff!

[SCREAMING]

Oh, help! Help!

[SCREAMING]

-Billy?

Bill--

Come on, baby... Give me the police!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hurry up, hurry up!

-You came to Randall to warn him about someone.

Now who was it?

[PHONE RINGING]

O'Brien speaking.

What?

What?!

Okay. Okay!

-Get over to the Brewster home as quick as you can.

There's trouble over there.

Take her with you. -Come on, lady.

-Come on, hurry up.

[SCREAMING]

-Jeff!

-Billy? Billy!

-I'll kill you!

[SCREAMING]

-Don't worry, I'm coming into ya.

-Help!

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

-Go back in there.

Go back in there!

Run!

[GROWLING]

-Billy!

-Get off.

-Help! Help!

-Billy, there's a button back there or a loose panel or something.

-Jeff! Please help me! Get me out!

[GROWLING]

Help!

Ahh!

-[GROWLS] -[SHE SHRIEKS] [HE SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

Oh, Jeff!

Help!

[SCREAMING]

-Fagin, stay here. Macy, cover the back. Go on.

-He took her down in there and I can't open that thing.

She knows how it works.

Come on. Make her open it up quick!

-Jeff! [GORILLA SOUNDS]

-Alright, open it up.

-Oh, Jeff!

[GORILLA SOUNDS]

[CRYING]

-Jim!

-You know, I should put you over my knee and paddle you good.

-Don't be a chump.

(THUMP)

-Hey, what are you doing it my car?

Who are you anyway?

-Me? Oh, I'm the author of the story.

Screwy idea, wasn't it?

[LAUGHS]