The Ghost and Mrs. Muir Page #5

leave it. I won't!

Here, belay that.

Stop it now,

do you hear me?

If there's one thing I can't stand,

it's a woman crying.

Stop it!

Blast it all, madam.

I love this house.

I thought I must stay here

the moment I saw it.

I can't explain it.

It was as if the house itself

were welcoming me...

asking me to rescue it

from being so empty.

You can't understand that,

can you?

I suppose you think

I'm just a silly woman...

but that's the way I feel.

Well, there might be

some truth in it at that.

I felt that way

about a ship once...

my first command.

Found her rusting

in the Mersey...

gear all foul

and a pigsty below.

Always swore she sailed

twice as sweetly for me

as she would

for any other master

out of gratitude.

Well, you love the house.

That counts for you.

And you've got spunk.

You didn't frighten like the others.

That counts for you, too.

You may stay...

on trial.

Oh, thank you.

Keep your distance,

madam.

I'm sorry.

You made me so happy.

No intention

of making you happy.

I merely want to do

what's best for the house.

Then we're agreed,

and you'll go right away

and leave us alone.

I will not go right away.

Why should I?

Because of Anna,

my little girl.

I don't want her

frightened into fits.

I never frighten

little girls into fits.

Think of the bad language

she'd learn and the morals.

Confound it, madam,

my language is most controlled...

and as for me morals...

I lived a man's life,

and I'm not ashamed of it.

I can assure you

no woman's ever been the

worse for knowing me...

and I'd like to know how many

mealy-mouthed bluenoses

can say the same.

She's much too young

to see ghosts.

Very well. I'll make

a bargain with you.

Leave me bedroom as it is...

and I'll promise not to go

into any other room in the house.

And your brat need never

know anything about me.

But if you keep the best bedroom,

where should I sleep?

In the best bedroom.

But...

In heaven's name,

madam, why not?

Why, bless my soul,

I'm a spirit.

I have no body. I haven't

had one for four years...

is that clear?

But I can see you.

All you see is an illusion.

It's like a blasted

lantern slide.

Well, it's not very convincing...

but I suppose it's all right.

Then it's settled.

I'm probably making a mistake.

I always was a fool

for a helpless woman.

I'm not helpless.

If you're so confoundedly

competent...

you'll notice your kettle's

about to boil over.

Oh, so it is.

Oh, one thing more.

I want me painting

hung in the bedroom...

the one that's

in the living room.

Must I?

It's a very poor painting.

It's my painting.

I didn't invite your criticism.

I make that

part of the bargain.

I want you to put it there now,

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