No, no. No, it was my fault. I'm sorry.
I...
Something came up, and I didn't have
your... I didn't have your phone number.
No, I don't think so, no.
No, I don't think that's such a good idea.
Oh. I...
No, I understand.
Sure.
(ghostly whisper) Alice...
Alice.
Alice.
(tapping)
(laughter)
Mrs Tait believes in ghosts.
- I don't know. I guess. What do I know?
- Don't all Catholics?
(laughs)
Ghosts. Cathoics believe in ghosts.
(laughs)
In times of great stress
sometimes ghost appears.
What will these herbs do?
Nothing too radical, I hope?
You think these things
could be bad for my system?
These herbs not to eat.
Not...? Well, what then?
Wait until midnight.
Then burn these herbs in teacup.
- Burn them in a teacup?
- You do have teacup?
Yes, yes.
Meanwhile, you are going
to pick up children from school?
No. I was gonna have the baby-sitter do it.
I have another appointment.
- It's good to see you.
- You, too.
- How's Doug?
- He's fine. I'm so happy for you, Nancy.
- Thank you.
- This is great.
- I got your flowers.
- Oh, good.
- It was very sweet.
- It was nothing.
Just a few months ago
we were on the beach in Southampton.
You were daydreaming about moving up.
And look, here you are. A big shot.
- Well...
- (phone rings)
Tell him I'll be in later.
I'm so jammed. Meetings with writers,
lunch at NBC, and screenings till eight.
- Goodness.
- Anyhow, Alice, what can I do for you?
OK. Well, over the years,
certain ideas have occurred to me.
I've always felt, if they were written up,
they might make good shows, or a series.
- Uh-huh.
- I wanted to get your opinion on the plot.
And if you think it's something
for your show, I'd like to write it.
- You write?
- I wrote a littIe when I was young.
- You know, nothing major, obviously.
- You kept it a secret if you wrote.
Well, I'd like to try. I'd like to try.
- I did work on some shows years ago.
- Wasn't that in the costume department?
Yeah, but, you know, at least
I did have some contact with the theatre.
Uh-huh. So what's your idea?
Because the truth is, I'm backed up today.
Oh. OK. Well, it's about two sisters
who were very close as kids.
And now that they're adults,
they've grown apart.
- Like you and your sister.
- Me?
Aren't you and Dorothy polite
but not so friendly?
Well, gee, I never even thought of that.
Let me stop you. We want
blood-and-guts stuff, not so subtle.
Oh, Well. I have another about
a young girl who wanted to be a nun.
No nuns. They want sexy, unscrupulous,
rich, melodramatic, but no nuns.
Listen, anything like that
occurs to you, we'll talk.
Give me a jingle and we'll go to Le Cirque.
OK. All right. Well, thank you.
- (Doug) Is something burning in there?
- No.
No, it's OK.
- Come to sleep!
- Yeah. Soon.
(* "I Remember You" by Jackie Gleason)
- (ghostly whisper) Alice.
- Who's that?
Who's there? Who is it?
Don't you remember?
Oh!
That voice...
Alice.
Alice Jansen.
Eddie? Is it Eddie?
Hi, sweetheart.
Is it you?
God, you're even more beautiful now.
lt's been almost 20 years.
Tell me I don't look so bad,
considering I'm dead.
No. Considering you're dead,
you look great.
See? Even if you had married me,
you'd have still been a widow.
Eddie, I felt terrible
when I heard about the crash.
But I wasn't surprised.
I always said you drove recklessly.
Ah!
You thought I did everything recklessly,
including making love.
Eddie... there were times
when I had real guilt feelings.
Oh, hey. I'm a big boy.
I'd been turned down before.
Not that I wasn't saddened.
But, I'll tell you,
that car crash was a total accident.
Boom! Not for a second
did I see that moving van.
I thought of you the other day.
I met an interesting man
who kind of reminded me of you.
Oh, no. Do I sense trouble in paradise?
No, no, no. Everything's fine here.
I'm very happy.
So tell me all about this guy
who reminds you of me.
Well, he's like you.
He's... irresponsible and