The Frighteners Page #3

I hate to tell you,

but you're dead. You can't smoke.

Light one and blow the smoke

in my face.

If I light a cigar,

I'll blow my lunch in your face.

Everybody, get down!

Damn it, Judge!

Put the shooters away!

That was a head shot!

He could have killed me!

If I wanted to get shot at every day,

I'd move to Los Angeles!

When a man's jawbone drops off...

it's time to reassess the situation.

I got myself...

a nice little grave

up there at the cemetery.

It could soon be time

to lay my bones.

You're my go-to guy.

Without you, I'm out of business.

Frightening...

that's a young man's game, Frank.

I ain't got no more hauntings

left in me.

What? You're in...

great shape.

My joints are getting powdery.

The dog is running away with my face.

Hell, I'm falling apart.

You have been for years.

Don't say nothing to the boys, but...

my ectoplasm is all dried up.

I'm sorry to hear that, Judge.

Give it up, Frank.

Death ain't no way

to make a living.

I have to finish this house.

You'll never finish this house!

You'll never finish nothing!

You're fooling yourself, Frank!

Too many skeletons in the closet.

Okay, this is it.

We got to be hard.

We go in like Charles Bronson.

We don't stop till the screaming starts.

I'm with you.

Let's go.

Yeah. Let's kick some ass.

Here we go.

One, two, three.

Good morning,

my darlings. Hello.

The mail is on the table,

Mrs. Waterhouse.

Sylvia, Mother is coming for lunch.

Pick up. Quick.

Big kiss.

Quit jumping around like a baby.

This is serious.

We're going to scare the living

daylights out of your parents.

- Will you help us out?

- Are you with us?

See? He gets it.

The kids always get it.

Let's go.

Mrs. Waterhouse.

Mrs. Waterhouse!

Damn. Here, man.

This one did le poo-poo.

- Get it away from me.

- Oh, man, it smells.

Mrs. Waterhouse!

My babies!

Frank Bannister.

I'm on my way.

Persistent residue of the departed.

Always a problem this time of year.

Frank Bannister. I believe you called.

Not a minute too soon.

- Frank, she...

- Shut up.

Frank, it's no use.

This is bad.

Recurrent spontaneous psychokinesis.

This could be the worst case

I have ever...

seen.

I apologize for calling you,

Mr. Bannister. Please leave.

What are you doing to me?

Preying on the bereaved

is as low as you can go.

You're a parasite.

People should be warned.

I've a right to offer

my services to the public.

In case you haven't noticed,

we are having a major health crisis.

The last thing the people here need

is a two-bit charlatan...

passing on bogus messages

from the other side.

Now, if you will excuse me.

I'm just trying to make a living.

Living? Not a word you'd know

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