Witchtrap

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Hello?

Yes, who should I say is calling?

Agnes, phone!

Take a message, I'm in the tub!

I couldn't move if my hair were on fire.

It's Devon Lauder.

Oh my God!

Ooh, nice outfit.

I'll be it's difficult to

find accessories, though.

Hardy har har.

Hello, um, Mr. Lauder?

Good evening, Dr. Goldberg.

I, uh, trust you read about

the accident last week.

Uh, yes, I'm, I'm sorry.

I assume the negative publicity...

will delay the inn's opening?

You assume correctly.

May I also assume that you're calling...

because you've reconsidered

my proposal?

Yes, assemble your team

as quickly as possible.

Hello, Whitney.

Agnes, I gave you my answer last night.

I can't accept it.

Try.

Whitney, you have a gift!

You mean a curse.

I mean, a gift!

And if you believe God gave it to you...

you must believe he wants you to use it.

Ooh, that's a cheap shot, Agnes...

especially coming from you.

Why, because I'm an atheist?

It scares me, you understand?

I can't control it.

But I can.

I hope so...

for everyone's sake.

Morning, Susan.

Good morning, Mr. Jackson.

Hey, Tony, what's up?

Oh, man, we gotta meet

Murphy downtown in 40 minutes.

You know, you're supposed

to iron your shirts...

at home before you put them on.

I haven't been home,

I've been here all night...

workin' on your department store case.

What for, it was obviously an inside job.

Just have all the employees

take a lie detector test.

No, I'm not convinced.

The alarm system was tampered with.

Oh, man, we're late, gotta go!

Ginger, I have a bad feeling about this one.

Don't worry about it, it'll be fine.

Good morning, everyone,

uh, my name is Devon Lauder...

thank you for appearing

on such short notice.

Dr. Goldberg informs me

that she's worked...

with many of you before, so, Doctor...

if you could briefly introduce your staff.

Certainly, this is my husband, Felix...

the best mental medium I've ever known.

Next to him is our video technician,

Ginger Kowolski...

and next to her is our physical medium,

Whitney O'Shea.

And, uh, these three gentlemen

I'm afraid I don't know.

I assume than that one

of you is Mr. Murphy.

Uh, yes, sir, Frank Murphy.

We spoke on the phone.

Certainly.

Uh, these are Tony Vincente and

Levi Jackson...

my best operatives.

His only operatives.

That makes us the best!

Fine, I realize a lot

of you have questions...

so allow me to give you a brief history.

Two years ago, my uncle Avery died...

and left me his home in Solano County.

It's a gothic mansion built in 1861...

which would be worth five

to six million dollars...

if it were surrounded by

prime vineyards.

Unfortunately, the adjoining property...

is a county-owned cemetery.

This, for me, makes the

house uninhabitable...

but a stipulation of my uncle's will...

forbids me from either

selling it or tearing it down.

If I attempt to do either...

the property will be donated to the county...

no doubt to add onto the cemetery.

Because of this, I've

tried renting the property...

out several times, but

no one's ever been able...

to stay longer than three nights.

They've all been driven away...

scared off by the ghost of my

uncle Avery.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Are we on Candid Camera?

Let the man finish, Vincente.

I realize it's hard to believe...

but I've been there.

I've heard those horrible...

ungodly shrieks and moans.

The house has remained

unoccupied ever since.

I had pretty much decided

to let the county have it...

when I read of a bed and

breakfast inn in New Orleans...

that claims to be haunted,

and because of this...

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