Old Ghosts Dead Gorgeous

# Some things have changed

# Some things have stayed the same

# Life and death are not so far apart

# Walking through the walls

# And I wouldn't have it any other way

# Life and death are not so far apart

# From where we are

# Some things have changed

# Some things have stayed the same

# Life and death are not so far apart. #

Good morning, David!

-Hey there.

-Two whole syllables. He's improving.

I wonder why Mr Griffith has called us all together?

It must be awful to be so far out of the loop.

-Then, are you inside of the loop?

-I AM the loop.

You're "the loop".

-What? It's an expression.

-Whatever you say.

Good morning, everyone!

I would like you all to meet

our new Media and Performing Arts centre!

Media Centre? You could not fit even one student in there.

The man has lost his mind.

Work will begin in a few days.

Funded by a very generous donation from Mr...

Daddy!

And I just want to assure you all that,

although it will be called the Richardson Media Centre,

it's for all of you regular people too!

Of course. A round of applause, everyone.

-Mr Griffith.

-Sophie?

-Where will this centre be built?

Oh, where the old stables and orchard are.

So that will be out of bounds during demolition.

Mr Griffith? What exactly do you mean by demolition?

The old stables will be pulled down.

And then they WILL put it back up again?

No. The stables will be gone, and it will be replaced by...

oh, lovely! The editing suites and coffee bar! Yes!

Sophie?

Sophie, what are you doing? You'll be late for your lessons.

How can I think about lessons

when this beautiful building is about to be destroyed?

It's a little dusty and spider-ish to be called beautiful.

I think I can still smell manure.

Well, I love this place.

I can't believe you would happily see it torn down

to make way for a media centre.

But it is going to have brand-new "it" facilities,

and a fully-equipped filming studio.

Soon there will be nothing left of our home.

I never thought I'd live to see the day you could be so disloyal.

Well, actually we're not...

I know we're not alive, I was being dramatic!

And they're IT facilities, not "it"!

Unless this composition is entitled "Polar Bear In A Snowstorm",

I'd say you still have quite a way to go.

Sorry, Miss Sinclair, my mind was elsewhere.

If you don't finish by the end of class,

your mind will be in detention, along with the rest of you.

What's up?

I don't see why the school needs a new media centre.

What is wrong with the one we have already?

Well, we don't have one already. I think that's the point.

Soph, why is this such a big deal?

It just is.

All together, please.

Anyone would think she was paying for the monstrosity herself.

And now it is my great pleasure

to ask the daughter of our benefactor to dig the ceremonial hole.

Oh, I don't do shovels, sorry.

But it's traditional.

Nails?

Right, well, I suppose...

It is my pleasure to dig the great ceremonial hole.

Did you see that? They're so weird.

What was it?

I think it could have been something supernatural.

Oh, I think you are right.

The dark, smoking flying thing

that only we could see could definitely be supernatural.

SLURPING

Sorry. You're totally sure, right?

It couldn't have been a trick of the light, or your imagination?

Does everything have to be spooky?

Oh, I forgot who I was talking to. Continue.

It could have been attached to the orchard.

Should we tell Agatha?

I don't see any reason to make a fuss.

We see ghosts every time we look in the mirror.

-I certainly do not!

-She means us.

Oh.

-Anyway, the creature has already gone.

-I agree with Sophie.

We don't need to run to Agatha every time we see something.

All right. We'll leave it at that.

Oh, wait, wait... The Christine Richardson Centre For Media.

And, you know, Daddy's made so many repairs to this dump

they might as well just rename the whole place after me!

She doesn't mean it...

It will never bear your name!

Your family can flaunt their wealth as much as they wish.

This house belongs to the Ainsworths. Now and evermore!

-TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

-Just hold on one second.

It's Jane Austen, she wants her dialogue back.

Did you just see that?

What's flown up Sophie's nose?

Someone's had a visit from the Drama Llama.

She's just jealous because everyone likes you

because your parents are loaded.

And you're so great and beautiful.

TOILET FLUSHING

Hey, someone better not be messing.

THEY SCREAM

Stop it!

What do you mean, "Stop it"?

I mean, er... put a stopper in the pipes.

You see, with these buildings,

the pipes get bubbles in them,

and then you have to put a stopper inside...

I'm sorry, I don't speak nerd.

You're welcome!

HELICOPTER: 'Black Hawk down!'

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Just a minute!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Just a minute!

Mr Griffith,

-the new media centre must not be built.

-Oh, why's that?

The No-tailed Bandicoot!

It has a protected breeding ground

in the orchard on which you are planning to build.

-The No-tailed Bandicoot?

-Exactly.

The same No-tailed Bandicoot that has been extinct

for over a hundred years?

Perhaps?

I think your research might be a little out of date.

But Mrs McDonald's Marsupials For A Victorian Lady

has never let me down before.

Sophie, the media centre will be built.

It'll be so much better than a dusty old stable that no-one ever uses.

But just because no-one uses it now doesn't mean it was never important.

-I'm sure it was.

-Why must everything old be swept away and forgotten?

It isn't, Sophie. Look at this beautiful building.

And the stables are becoming unsafe.

-Couldn't you fix them?

-I'm sorry.

Sometimes things do have to change. I mean, what if nothing changed?

We wouldn't have anything to look forward to, would we?

Trust me, you'll love it.

It's not fair!

Oh, that is so much better!

Ow! Brain freeze.

It's good to be back!

My goodness, who is their designer?

Neanderthals.

Stop that.

Let go.

Water gives me spots. You'd tell me if you saw one, right?

What manner of hideous wretch is this?

Don't worry, by the time you're old enough to get plastic surgery,

just think what they'll be able to do.

I hear buzzing.

Buzz off, little fly.

Right. "Ainsworth House".

Put "orchard".

And put "large, black, smoke-like frightening creature".

What? The more precise you are, the more accurate the results.

I'll just leave it with those two for now.

There.

"The orchard was the work of Edward Van Melvedere, a landscape genius.

"Van Melvedere was notoriously temperamental and obsessive.

"He saw the orchard as the pinnacle of his career,

"and when he died in 1903, demanded his ashes be buried there

"to fertilise his creations."

-Urgh!

-Urgh!

Well, I think we found our ghost.

Edward Van Melvedere.

That is such a made-up name.

-How will that contraption help us find our visitor?

-Ha!

The laser thermometer is the big gun of ghost-hunting artillery.

A laser aims at distant objects,

and can detect cold spots up to twenty metres away.

I know neither of you understood any of that,

but thanks for looking interested.

You're very welcome.

Oh, oh, temperature drop. Coming from right behind us.

Ah, it's on the move.

Now it's in front of us.

Ha-ha, it's toying with us.

Now it's behind us again!

It's you.

No-one builds over my garden!

Stop right there!

Where am I?

Inside my mind.

Of course we are. My own mind would look a lot more fabulous.

You are trespassing, sir,

-and I demand that you leave my body immediately.

-No.

-I said immediately!

-I said no.

Right. Then I've run out of ideas.

Good, can I go now? I'm in the middle of destroying something.

Can I at least know who is occupying my body?

My name is Edward Van Melvedere.

How much of that name is made up?

None of it.

There must be rules about ghosts possessing other ghosts.

I wasn't going to possess a living person, was I?

Do you know how much effort it would take just to lift an arm?

But it's my body!

Yes, but you weren't really using it, were you?

What does that mean?

Moping over the past, all "woe is me" for your precious stables.

You don't really want to be here at all.

That's not true.

Isn't it?

Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm keeping your body.

Finders keepers and all that.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes.

-Can you see anything now?

-No.

Can you see anything...

We'll tell you when we see it!

GLASS SMASHING

That must be it!

Come on!

-Oh, the model!

-Can you see the entity?

If I could, don't you think I would have said "Oh, the entity"?

Hazel, be kind to Jonathan. It is not his fault he is alive.

Thank you. I think.

This is some serious damage.

Do you think the thing is getting stronger?

Like, increasing its spectral energy somehow?

I do not know.

You two know you're ghosts, right?

Yes, we just do not know how it works.

Where is Sophie? She should be helping us.

I think she is avoiding us.

You weren't exactly understanding about her feelings at the stables.

We should find her and apologise.

Sophie.

Leave a message, I'll make sure she gets it.

What did I tell you this morning?

How can I possibly make this outfit even more ugly?

The thingy can't be too far away.

We just missed it back there, so keep your eyes open.

There she is! There!

Why are you talking like that?

And you can drop the attitude.

You've already got a detention. In.

Now isn't a good time.

In.

Fine.

Oh, marvellous.

You will complete your painting tonight, or you will come back

tomorrow night,

and the night after that, and the night after that, and...

Finished!

I don't think so.

It's...

Me, yes.

Teenage girls are nauseatingly self-obsessed.

-It's...

-I'll assume I'm free to go?

Ah! Crooked painting.

Christine Richardson.

You think you can take my orchard and get away with it?

An unfortunate accident with your name on it

won't stop the centre being built, but it will be terribly funny.

No, not now!

I will not let you hurt Christine!

"No, you won't. Yes, I will. No, you won't. Yes, I will."

There, we've done it.

Let me get back and push her down the stairs!

I will not let you do this!

What bothers you the most? Christine getting hurt?

-Or the fact that people will think that you did it?

-What?

A good girl like you could never be seen to do anything wrong.

I bet you didn't tell anyone when you carved

your little flower into the stable wall.

Not that it's any of your business, but I drew the clover for luck.

For luck, how lovely.

And, tell me, how long after that did you and your sisters

die in that horrible accident?

Growing up, whenever anything was wrong,

when I was angry or sad, I'd go to the stables.

It was my special place.

That clover was my way of remembering

everything would be all right.

And now they're going to take that special place away,

and nothing's going to be all right any more?

You just want to fade away into the shadows again?

Tragic. Pip-pip!

Soph! Where've you been? I've been looking for you.

Well, now that you've finally found me, you can go away.

What?

So, I'll see you tomorrow when you've slept off the weird.

Hold on!

Where does this establishment keep its dynamite?

Yeah... I don't think it has any.

Fine, I'll improvise.

Edward must be trying to scare people away,

so they don't dig up his orchard.

Hey, what's up with Sophie?

What do you mean?

She's acting weird.

More weird than usual?

Oh, she's invented a whole new way to be weird.

It was like she didn't even recognise me.

OK, so I think we should go do that thing now.

Oh, the thing! Ahem!

Oh! No-one told me there was a thing.

Come on!

Either you're up to something, or I need a shower!

Where do you think she went?

BOTH: The stables!

Death to the mechanical monsters

who will tear up my... Aaah!

Oh, you get the gist.

Sophie!

I'll tell her you called.

-Sophie, what are you doing?

-I don't think that's Sophie.

-I think that's Edward.

-Sophie has been possessed? By a gardener?

Landscape genius!

Stop her!

With what?!

-Well, zap her or something!

-How?

The supernatural sounds less and less super

-the longer I hang around with you.

-Sophie Ainsworth!

How dare you allow yourself to be possessed by a gentleman gardener!

This will be the end for all of us.

Sophie, you'll be expelled!

Is that a good thing?

Do not interrupt me in the middle of a dastardly plan!

I will not let you do this.

If I am expelled, my sisters and I will become ghosts once more.

But isn't that a good thing, Sophie? it's too hard for you here.

Surrounded by reminders, imagining your parents round every corner,

watching your home get chipped away by these intruders.

It's too hard for you here.

You can't do it any more, can you?

You're just trying to weaken my resolve

so you can keep control of my body.

Well, obviously, but if it wasn't true

it wouldn't be working, would it?

Think about it, Sophie.

I'll break the machine, you'll be expelled.

This tortured existence will be over,

and your sisters won't be able to blame you.

No, this is my second chance.

But what is there to stay for?

I have friends,

I'm learning about things I never could have dreamed of.

You don't belong here. And after tomorrow, your stable will be gone.

No more special place.

No more lucky clover.

Actually, can I just say, what's with the lucky three-leaf clover?

Everyone knows it's a lucky four-leaf clover.

I wanted three leaves - one for me,

one for Hazel, and one for Rebecca.

The clover was the three of us together.

I just knew, no matter what happened,

if the three of us were together, everything would be all right.

You're confused. It's understandable,

you are possessed after all.

It doesn't matter where we are, it doesn't matter when we are.

All that matters is that we're together.

Yes, but...

..the stable. Your special place.

Edward, all this time I thought I had to hold on

to everything as tightly as I could.

But I didn't realise I already had everything I needed.

I think I just foiled your dastardly plan!

Urrrgh!

Whoah, what's going on there?

Pull, Sophie, expel that beastly gardener man!

Is he coming out now?

You have no more rights to this body than I!

I can use it if I wish!

We are both dead, after all.

Yes - however, I am less dead than you!

Oh, Sophie, are you all right?

Did he hurt you?

You, sir, will leave our sister alone,

or you will find yourself on the end of a very serious tongue-lashing!

You... You are a scoundrel of the lowest order!

Yeah! What they said, but less Victorian.

-This isn't over.

-Edward...

-My name is...

"Edwaard"... I understand.

I hated this too.

I couldn't stand it that the places that used to be so important

were not really mine any more.

Oh, we're friends now?

Let's braid each other's hair.

The world changes. That's just what it does.

And that's a good thing,

because it means there is so much more still to come.

But the only way to get to them is to leave other things behind.

You need to leave your orchard behind.

There are other things waiting for you.

All right, all right, I'm going,

if only to get away from this endless monologue.

It was beautiful, wasn't it?

-It always will be.

-Look out, after-death.

I hope you're ready for me!

Show-off!

Has he gone?

He's gone.

A full day of schooling, dinner and homework.

And we still had time to defeat the bad guy.

We officially rock.

We do indeed rock.

I do not know what it means, I assume it is a good thing.

It's a good thing.

I'm sure no-one will mind if you take something as a memento.

No. I don't need it.

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# Some things have changed

# Some things have stayed the same

# Life and death are not so far apart. #