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before the agreed

allocated time,

you'll both forfeit the

second part of your payment.

- You're locking us in here?

- My client was very adamant

about this condition.

- What about a

change of clothes?

I didn't bring any with me.

- Why three days?

- Because that's as long

as anyone's ever lasted

in this house, allegedly.

- Trust me, I've

heard it all before.

- Good luck, gentlemen.

Have a pleasant stay

at Richmond Manor.

- That seem weird to you?

Nah.

Finally, my luck

is about to change.

Where are you going?

Was he serious

about the clothes?

I can't wear this

for three days.

Rented.

Wow, well that is a lot of belt.

What is all this stuff?

- Just so we're clear,

don't touch anything.

You understand?

- Yep.

- Stay away from my equipment.

- Sure.

- Off limits, private

property, Capiche?

- Absolutely, kemosabe,

I respect you.

I've just never seen

anything like this.

- Well, that's because all of

this is high-tech equipment,

science based.

Something I'm guessing

you're not too familiar with.

- See, I'm sensing you have a

problem with people like me.

- What do you mean,

people like you?

- Oh, psychics, mediums,

the rakishly good looking.

- Not really, I

just have a problem

with what you people

do for a living.

- I help people.

- More like, help yourself.

- Not everything

can be explained

with high-tech gadgets

and fancy belts, Jack.

What I have is a gift,

or a curse, depending

on how you look at it.

- Do you know how

many people I've met

like you over the years?

They're all full of

the same old bullshit,

anything to make a quick buck.

- Oh, do enlighten me.

- All right, you say you

can speak to the dead,

see ghosts, or demons,

or whatever the crap

you guys are selling these days.

Well, go on, prove it.

Summon the dead right now.

Make me a believer.

- It doesn't work like that.

- Of course, it doesn't.

There's always an

excuse with you people.

You see this?

This is how I prove things.

This is how I work.

- I fail to see the point.

He's paying us to sit

here and do nothing.

- You see, that's the

difference between us.

I'm not here for the money.

If all this is bullshit,

and I can guarantee you it is,

I'm gonna prove it, myself.

- This is gonna be

a long three days.

(whirring)

Bingo.

I'm sensing the booze is in.

Well, I suppose you'll do.

(eerie orchestral music)

I found the food.

I mean, it's not La

Zou, but it'll do.

High-tech equipment, whoop.

(beeping)

Note to jack, you're a dick.

(organ music)

Still got it.

You having fun up there, Jack?

(eerie orchestral music)

- [Jonathan] Jack.

- What do you want?

I'm working here.

(whirring)

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