Freakin' crows!

You better run away! ... Stupid ghost. ... Uh oh. ... Am I in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?


Caw!


You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened, but will happen in the time before us. Is that so, Spirit?


Caw!


Ghost of the Future! I fear you more than any spectre I have seen including Arlen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?


Caw!


Freakin' crows. ... Lead on. The night is waning fast. Last call is early in this town, and it is precious time to me, I know. Lead on, Spirit. ... Who are you pointing at? ... I know those men. They are important men of business.


... No, I don't know much about it, either way. I only know he's dead.


When did that feller die? Hmmm.


Last night, I believe.


I reckon that feller was sick, mmm. I never though he gonna die. Hmm mm.

They say he was poisoned with a non-alcoholic beer. O'Doul's.



Bastards!



I heard his cats ate his body.

Not the whole body. One leg, mostly.

What has he done with his money?


I haven't heard. ... Left it to his company, perhaps. He hasn't left it to me. That's all I know. ... It's likely to be a very cheap funeral. for upon my life I don't know of anybody to go to it. Suppose we make up a party and volunteer?


I don't mind going if a lunch is provided. But I must be fed.


Caw!


Where are we now spirit? It's so foggy. ... I think we're on the wrong side of the tracks, bud. We're in a vile-smelling slum. ... Is this Camden Towne? Hey! There goes Jack the Ripper!

Caw!

I know that woman. It's my maid, Mrs. Colby!