Until We Meet Again | FULL MOVIE | 2022 | Romance, Ghosts | Jackson Rathbone, Janel Parrish

Until We Meet Again | FULL MOVIE | 2022 | Romance, Ghosts | Jackson Rathbone, Janel Parrish

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(suspenseful music) ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ You'll ask yourself why ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ The eyes will cry ♪ ♪ And your heart might feel like it's under attack ♪ ♪ But when it's over ♪ ♪ Don't look back ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ And you've given back their things ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ And the fat lady sings ♪ ♪ And the credits start rolling ♪ ♪ And the screen goes black ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ Don't look back ♪ ♪ Ooh-hoo ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-hoo ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ And the light have come on ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ And he's really gone ♪ ♪ Don't torture yourself ♪ ♪ Cut your heart some slack ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ Don't look back ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ Don't look back ♪ ♪ When it's over ♪ ♪ Don't look back ♪ (gentle music) (ethereal music) (gentle music) (footsteps clomping) (car engine revving) - Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, girl! (Tiffany laughing) Hey! - Oh my God, you're finally here. - I've missed you so much. - Me too. Look at you! How was the drive? - Oh, long. - Oh, I bet.

Wow. This house is huge! - Oh you like it? - Yes! Oh my God. Can you afford this? - Nope.

- (sighs) What's the catch? - No catch. I found this woman online and she was looking for a house sitter, so here I am. - Shut up! - I know. - Wow. (Tiffany coughing) - You okay? - It must be real dusty in here.

My chest is tightening up. - Oh, I thought you grew out of your asthma. - Girl, please, I wish.

Wait a minute. - What? - Is that a pool? - Mm-hmm. - Oh my God. You officially just became the luckiest sister I know.

(gentle music) Where do you want me to put this? - Oh you can put it right there, on the table. - Okay. The place is looking great.

- Yeah! It's got a great vibe to it. - [Tiffany] It's got some kind of vibe, I'm not sure what. - An awesome one, an amazing one. - [Tiffany] If you say so. - It does. (vase smashes) - I'm sorry.

I must have set it on the edge. I'm sorry. - No. It's really not a big deal. - It was a gift from Shane.

- Now, wait a minute. You said you got rid of all the evidence of him. - That was the last shred.

- Mm-hmm. - It was. - Okay. Can I ask you something? I mean, I know it's, you know, not my business or anything, but what did you ever see in him? - He was more appealing from afar. - Oh, I guess I heard that before. Did you love him? - No.

But you know me. I mean, I'm not the fall in love tight. - Oh yeah, that's right. You're more of the give it up too soon type.

(Lisa gasps) - Bitch! - I'm just saying. - That is not true. - [Tiffany] Huh? - That's you. - Me? - Yeah, you. - Well, I learned from the best.

(Lisa laughing) Mm-hmm. - Okay. (both laughing) Oh my God. (bottles clink) We should get this going again. (Tiffany laughing) - [Tiffany] What is that stuff? - Spice. Synthetic weed.

It's the new high. (gentle music) (both laughing) Oh, how's Charlie? You haven't talked about him lately. - Oh, Charlie. Hmm, well, he's dating. - Who? - Wit for it. Roxanne Reed.

- No. Butterface? Are you serious? - She's such a slut. - Oh, I cannot believe that. - I just can't. I can't with guys right now. - Speaking of done, I'm done with this.

- Hmm, what time is it? Oh shit! Okay, I gotta go. - What's wrong? Why don't you just spend the night? - I got to find a job so I can get me one of these. - [Lisa] Okay. - Wait a minute. I know I'm not crazy.

I know I put that blue vase right there. I swear I did. - Okay. No more spice for you. (chuckles) Spice. (laughs) - [Tiffany] All right, girl, I'll see you later. - [Lisa] I love you.

- [Tiffany] I love you too. I'm so glad you're here. - Let me walk you out. You know what? You should not be driving. - [Tiffany] I'm fine. (suspenseful music) (crickets chirping) (door creaks) (suspenseful music) (torch clicks) (gentle piano music) - Who's there? (suspenseful music) (mouse squeaking) (eerie music) (Lisa screams) (water dripping) (suspenseful music) (gentle music) (birds chirping) (gentle piano music) (mouse squeaking) (eerie music) (Lisa screaming) (eerie music continues) (dial pad ringing) - [Woman] Midtown Rentals, can I help you? - Yes. Hi.

I just moved into 2525 Hill Street Road, and I just saw a mouse running around my living room. I don't know how big of a problem this is, but I really need it to go away. - [Woman] Oh, will anyone be there at the property? Yeah, yeah, I'll be here. - [Woman] Okay, great. - Thank you. (door creaking) (suspenseful music) (doorbell ringing) - Hi.

- Yes? - You needed help, right? We're the help. (bouncy music) - The mouse in the house. - Oh right, the exterminators.

- I'm Louie and this is Angel. - We call ourselves Pest Eradicators. - Here's our state license. - We're incorporated.

- Okay, yeah. Please come in. - Nice house. Expensive.

(suspenseful music) (bouncy music) - I hear movement. - Hmm. (bouncy music) - You got a real, big rodent problem here, ma'am. If I was you, I'd move out.

- How serious of a problem is it? - I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle. - I hope so. - Uh, okay. I'm gonna be in the other room, so holler if you need me. Do you guys like anything to drink? - No, thank you.

- Okay. - You know what, Louie. I'm thirsty! - You can't be thirsty.

You just real suggestible. - But that ain't the point. You never ask me what I want, ever. And you disrespected me in front of that lady. - I don't like this job you got us doing. "Ooh, don't worry, ma'am, it ain't nothing we can't handle."

What kind of shit is that? - But she's a nice lady. We should help her. - Well, if you're thirsty, go ask her. I'm working. - Well, I... Just not do that.

- [Louie] Angel, I need you up here! You need to come with us. You don't belong here. - [Angel] We don't make the rules. We're just trying to be cordial and help. Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You can't stay here. There's nothing for you here except to bother the girl. (mouse squeaking) Oh, excuse me, ma'am. (bouncy music) - Are you okay? - Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. (suspenseful music) - We'll be back in a few days, ma'am, to check on the traps.

- No one is ever truly alone in their home, ma'am. As long as common sense prevails, you should have no further problems. (bouncy music) (door slams) - Hmm.

(door creaks) (suspenseful music) (electricity buzzing) (classical piano music) (suspenseful music) (doorbell rings) Yes? - Ola, chiquita. The office sent me. They said you got a rodent problem. - Oh, um, some other guys were already here and they took care of it. - So you don't need my help? - No, I'm, I'm good. Thank you.

(bouncy music) (door slams) (lively music) (phone ringing) - Hold for one moment, please. - Hi, I'm Lisa Wagner, I'm here to see Mr. Buntley. - Do you have an appointment? - No, um, but could you see that he gets this CD, please? - I'm sorry. We can't accept that. All submissions come from a registered talent agent. Do you have an agent? - No.

- I'm sorry. - Hey, hi, sorry- - [Receptionist] Can I help you? - I'm here to see Mr. Wilson. - Do you have an appointment? - No, um, I just, I wanted to give him my CD.

- Uh, give me one second. Ben, there's someone here to see Mr. Wilson. Okay. Go and have a seat, he'll be right out. Okay, thanks.

(phone ringing) - Ms. Wagner? - Mr. Wilson. - No, I'm Ben, his assistant. How may I assist you? - Oh, I just, I wanted- - Hey, Jerry, yeah. No, no, no, no.

Dude, don't pull me in this, man. You know she gets. - I just wanted to give him my CD. - I'm sorry. Mr. Wilson prefers to hear new clients play live.

Do you have a gig we can come hear you play? - No, no yet, but- - Of course not. Hold on. Look, get a gig and then give me a call, we'll come see you, okay? Okay, thanks. Bye. Yeah, sorry about that, man. - Oh, um, do you validate? - No. You won't believe these people sometimes.

Yeah, so get there tomorrow, it's all gonna- - Thank you. (upbeat rock music) - Big Al Boswell. - You book acts, right? - Book, manage, talent scout, I do it all. You, uh, you a musician? - Yeah, yeah, this is me. I need to showcase, and I will play for free.

- I understand, I, I really do. But I got a lot of overhead here. I can't book an act unless they got a record deal or a large following. I tell you what I'll do. Listen, I'll give you a job as a waitress. I get a lot of industry people through here, network, schmooze, right? Don't answer right now.

Think about it. I'll give it a listen, maybe I can, uh, pass it on to somebody. - [Lisa] Thank you. I appreciate that. - All right.

(gentle music) (phone ringing) - Hey, Tiff. - Hey, girl. Any luck on finding a job? - Hmm, no, not today. How about you? Any luck? - Oh, I went on this audition today.

But I don't know, I just, I didn't feel prepared. I don't feel as pretty as the rest of the girls, and I just wanted to run to my car. - Listen, you are a gifted actress, Tiff, and you're smoking hot. - Thanks, friend.

Oh, and speaking of smoking, that spice stuff we smoked the other night gave me nightmares. - Tell me about it. All night I was hearing piano music, I thought I was hallucinating. I threw it out. - Hmm. Weird.

Well, what you feeling like? Dinner, movie? - Mm, can we do it tomorrow? - Fine. All right. Well, call me tomorrow. - Awesome. (mellow music) (phone beeps) (Lisa sighs) (boards clattering) (suspenseful music) (door clicking) (clock ticking) (eerie music) (Lisa screams) (Lisa breathing heavily) I only saw him for a second.

I woke up, and there he was just sitting in a chair. And then I screamed and he ran off. - He was sitting in a chair? - Yeah, just staring at me. - Can you describe him? - Young, 20s. He was white; really, really, white. - Have you ever seen him before? - No.

(footsteps clomping) - I looked everywhere upstairs and there's no sign of forced entry. There's no disturbance of any kind, but I did find this. Is that yours? - No.

- It must be his then. - It must be. - All right. Detective Morrison and I will file report; that way if you call again, we'll know what to look for.

We're good here? - Mm-hmm. (door slams) (door knocking) - [Tiffany] Who is it? - [Lisa] It's me. - Hey, are you okay? - No. - What's wrong? - I don't know.

- What's going on? - I don't know. I don't know. I, I've never seen him before in my life, and then he was in my bedroom, he was just staring at me. - Wait, wait, wait.

Who? He? What, what? - This man. I don't know. - Did he do anything to you? - No. No, he just stared at me. - Oh, and you called the PD, right? - Yeah. But by the time they showed up, he was already gone.

- Oh, I don't even know where to start with this. Um, you're staying here tonight. And tomorrow we can, um, we can both go back to your house and check things out, okay? - Okay. (door creaks) (suspenseful music) - Hold on. Stay here. - [Lisa] Mm-hmm.

(suspenseful music continues) - Nobody's here. I mean, do you just want me to just hang around for a few days or something like that till you're comfortable? (Tiffany coughs) - No, girl. Are you crazy? You have asthma. - Okay, inhalers. I'll be fine.

- Tiff, you worry way too much about me. I'm fine. - First you're freaking out, now you're not freaking out, that freaks me out. (both laughing) - Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Okay? - All right. Okay. - Okay. Okay. - Let me show you out. - [Tiffany] I got it. - Okay. - [Tiffany] No crazy business.

(uplifting piano music) - Try B flat. (eerie music) (Lisa gasping) - Oh my God! I have a gun. - Sure you do.

- Who are you? - My name is Eddie. Nice to meet you. This is my house. Now, please leave. - [Lisa] How did you get in here? - I live here.

(gentle music) - You can stay the night, just be out by the morning. (ethereal music) (door slams) - Detective Morrison, please. (doorbell rings) Thank you for coming. - Where is he? - He's upstairs in the attic. - All right.

(door creaking) (birds squawking) (Detective Morrison sighs) Hey, Lisa, ain't nobody in here. - What? - Ain't nobody in here. Are you sure you saw him come to the attic? - Yes. Yes. - Well, it's not the first time we've been celled up to this house.

I've been here myself a couple times, never saw nothing. - There he is. There he is. - [Detective Morrison] Where? - He's, he's right there. He's right there on the piano bench.

Can't you see him? (suspenseful music) (Detective Morrison clears throat) - There's nobody in here except you and me. What? - He's, he's right there. He's right next to you. He's right there. - You know, you got to get off of the spice.

I know it's legal now, but, uh, it's making you paranoid. Listen, uh, I'll do me a favor, okay, kid? I'm not even gonna make a report. - But... (breathing heavily) - [Detective Morrison] What? - [Lisa] He's waving at me. - Let's go. It's all right.

(mysterious music) (Detective Morrison clears throat) (door creaking) (door slams) (footsteps clomping) - Thank you, Detective. - Listen, uh, get some sleep. Stay off the K2.

(door slams) (mysterious music) (door creaks) (metal clanging) (suspenseful music) (door creaks) - That disappearing act you did was very, very clever. What are you, a magician or something? I'm not moving out! - Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. Please get out of my house. (eerie music) Now! (eerie music continues) (Lisa gasps) (eerie music continues) (Lisa screams) (Lisa thuds) (suspenseful music) No, no, no. No, no.

No. (suspenseful music continues) Oh God! - Where am I? Where am I? - Don't. Please don't. - What's happening to me? - You have to go back, please.

You have to go back, now. (ethereal music) Hey. (Lisa gasps) Shh.

Don't be frightened. I'm sorry. I never meant for things to go this far. You'll be okay. (door knocking) - Lisa! Girl, what are you doing? I've been calling you for hours? The movie was sold out.

What is going on with your face? - I think I fell down the stairs. Oh, I have a nasty headache. - Um, you think? Okay, I'm taking you to the doctor.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - Uh, no, I'm taking you to the ER, okay? (Lisa groaning) Okay. (suspenseful music) (ethereal music) (car engine sputters and revs) - [Louie] Excuse me. (bouncy music) - You can see? - Yeah.

- So can he. - Who are you, guys? - I'm Louie and this is Angel. - Hi. - We're here to help.

- Thank you, but I don't need any help. - But that's not the point, Eddie. - You know my name. - Oh, we know everything about you. - You know everything? - Everything. See, we're soul collectors.

We're here to guide you to your next port of call. - Thank you. But I'm very happy here. (suspenseful music) - Angel and I been doing this for a long time, we're professionals.

We understand how you feel. But like anything, there are the rules you gotta follow or shit happens, then things get out of hand. - It was an accident. - No, it wasn't. Eddie, you spoke to her. - Eddie, you don't belong here.

It's time to move on. - But I'm not ready. We can't force you to leave; but if you wanna stay, you better behave. I'll see you later. (bouncy music) - You ought to do what he says. I would if I was you.

(gentle piano music) (intense piano music) - Lisa Wagner. - Yeah, that's me. - You fell down a flight of stairs? - [Lisa] Yeah. - [Doctor] Do you have any idea how long you were unconscious? - No. - [Doctor] Any change in speech or vision? - No. - [Doctor] A loss of feelings in your legs or arms? - No.

- All right. Let's have a look at you. Look straight at me, don't move your head, follow the light. (gentle piano music) (door clicks) (suspenseful music) (car engine revving) (suspenseful music continues) (Lisa screams) (eerie music) (intense piano music) - Hey. - Hi. - How you feeling? - [Lisa] Much better today.

- Good. So, what are your plans? - I think I'm gonna go to the house and get some clean clothes, get my mail. - Um, no, ma'am. I will be going to your house, getting your mail and your clothes, you gonna be staying here and chilling. - Tiff, seriously? I've been sitting in this house for way too long and my...

I can feel my, it's getting flat. - You are crazy. Look, I have an audition in Hollywood at three o'clock. I'll see you later. - All right. Good luck. Love you. - All right.

Love you too. (door slams) (suspenseful music) - [Woman] Today we commemorate the untimely death of piano virtuoso, Eddie Conway. He died in 1969 at the age of 20. (suspenseful music) (door squeaks) (suspenseful music) (tense music) (Lisa gasps) - Don't be frightened, please. Don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you.

Are you all right? Look, it's pretty weird for me too. I didn't exactly plan my death this way. Did you find a new place to live? You could stay here if you want.

- Those things will kill you. - Would your care for a cup of tea? (kettle whistling) (gentle music) (water dripping) Do you take sugar? - No. (gentle music continues) Thank you. - How's the tea? - It's very good. - I'm very glad you like it. Do you like this house? - Yeah, it has a great vibe to it.

- It does, doesn't it? I designed it myself. It's quite ahead of its time. Everything good I ever did comes from here. - How long have you been here? - Since 1969. What day is it today? - It's Wednesday, April 25th, 2013.

- 2000 what? - Are you hungry? - I'm sorry? - I'm going down to get something to eat. Can you eat? - Yes, I think. - [Lisa] Okay. Would you like to join me? - I can't.

- [Lisa] Why not. - I can't leave this house. - Have you ever tried? - No. - Well, there's a first time for everything. (door clicks) (door creaking) You can do it.

(suspenseful music) It's okay. (suspenseful music continues) (eerie music) (Eddie gasps) (suspenseful music continues) - I can't. Sorry. - It's okay.

I'll go get the food. What would you like? - I'll have whatever you're having. - Okay. I'll be back. - [Shane] Hey, Lisa. - Shane? What are you doing in L.A.?

- What happened to our face? - Nothing, I slipped. How did you find me? - Does it really matter. (phone ringing) - I got to go, okay? - [Shane] Can we talk? - I gotta go.

I can't, I can't do this. (suspenseful music) (car engine revving) (eerie music) (paper rustling) (tense music) (Lisa gasps) - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. (Lisa breathing heavily) - Please don't do that again. - I won't. I promise.

- I got you some tacos. - Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. - Good? - I had forgotten how good a taco is. - Do you want a beer with that? - Yes.

(gentle music) Thank you. - Yeah. - Mm. (bouncy music) Mm.

Mm. Wow! Mm. What? Do I have food on my face? - You can eat? - Yes.

- You can drink. You can smoke. - I can walk through walls. I don't age. I don't feel pain. I can be seen or not seen depending on my preference.

The only thing I can't do is leave this house. - Huh. - Tell me about you. - Me? Um, like what? - Everything. Something. Anything.

(Lisa chuckles) - Okay. I'm 21, singer-songwriter. I love rock and roll, and old movies, and classic American cars. (Eddie chuckles) I believe that everything that happens to me is either by luck or accident, never as I plan it. (chuckles)

How about you? - Hmm. I started playing piano at age four, composed my first concerto at 12, won the Van Cliburn Piano Competition at 14, got a hit record at 17. I love strawberries and Blue Bell ice cream. They still have Blue Bell ice cream? - Yeah.

- Are you in a band? - No. - I love writing songs for other people. - Could I hear one? - Now? - I'm not going anywhere. - Okay.

I wrote this one when I was in high school. (clock ticking) (gentle piano music) ♪ Like a summer day ♪ ♪ You came and went away ♪ ♪ Much too fast ♪ ♪ Tell me when you'll be back again ♪ ♪ How long can this last ♪ ♪ I missed you today ♪ ♪ I missed what you might do and what you might say ♪ ♪ And even though you had to go away ♪ ♪ I wanted you to know I missed you today ♪ (Eddie clapping) - That's beautiful. It was raw, it was heartfelt. Can I hear another one? - Tonight I have plans, but tomorrow? - Tomorrow is a long time.

- Goodnight, Eddie - Goodnight. (pensive music) - [Tiffany] Lisa, this is getting serious. - You don't believe me. - I mean, I w, I want to. But you gotta admit, this sounds crazy.

I mean, some pianist that died 40 years ago? Have you told anybody about this? - No. - Oh good. They'd probably think you were crazy. - Like you're looking at me right now? - Kinda. I mean, what does this ghost look like? - He's handsome, sexy, with these beautiful grayish-greenish eyes. - You have a crush. - No, Tiff, he's a ghost.

- Oh, really? Well, that should pose a problem. But I guess we have seen worse. (Lisa laughs) - It's...

- Have you ever considered calling Ghostbusters? I'm sorry. (laughing) - That's not funny. - It is! - Not funny.

- Listen, you're my best friend and I love you, Lisa, but people that believe in ghosts normally have like real issues, like suicidal thoughts, there's drugs involved, it's a whole moment. And, I, I don't think you're like that. I mean, are you... I was just... - You're right. You're right. - I know I'm right.

- Hmm. - So, you know that guy I was telling you about? - Which one? - Adrian. - Oh, the cute one from the soap opera? - Yeah. Well, he is... (squeaking) - Ooh, look at you.

- Ooh, I cannot wait to get a piece of that. - You are such a skank and you're mental. - Wait a minute. You have new ghost friends and I'm the mental one? Cuckoo. (delicate piano music) (door slams) (delicate piano music continues) (door squeaking) - It's a beautiful.

One of yours? - Yes. I'm glad you're here. Are you staying this time? - I don't think that's such a good idea. - Why not? - Have you ever had a roommate, Eddie? - A few, but I didn't like them very much so I made them leave.

- Why? - They were loud, disruptive, unappreciative. - Well, what changed your mind about me? - Self-condemnation. My juvenile behavior almost cost you your life then I realized that this is your home, and now I'm the trespasser. Besides you have moxie and attitude, spunk. (Eddie chuckles) I must tell you, when you were waving that poker at me, I was truly terrified.

(Lisa chuckles) - I'm sorry about that. I thought you were a squatter. - I wish I was, then I would have had the choice to leave. (Eddie sighs) You know, I've never shown myself to anyone except you. - Why? - I don't know. I truly don't.

- Eddie, if I stay, no more poof you're here and poof you're there, it spooks me. This is your room. I don't want you hanging around a mine being all invisible and stuff, it creeps me out.

- You're taking all the fun out of being a ghost. (door knocks) (playful music) (door creaking) (Lisa chuckles) I'm good with that. - Good. Then I'll stay. - Wonderful. - Let's celebrate.

- Celebrate? Where did that come from? - My agent. He told me to let it age. To your new home. (Lisa coughs) Remember when you first moved in, you were messing around with a few chords? Well, I played with them a little bit and I added a few of my own and a melody. Would you like to hear it? - Yeah.

(uplifting piano music) (Lisa chuckles) - Wow. - Do you like it? - Yeah. - I just, I thought you were a concert pianist. - I am.

But I also love rock and roll. Truth be told, I always wanted to be in a rock band. - Music is music. - There are little differences. Rock and roll is fun, you play to thousands of screaming fans, there's so much energy and enthusiasm, eclecticism to feed on.

It's physical, it's sexual; whereas a concert pianist, you perform for a bunch of rich, old conservative bastards who take a nap while you're pouring your heart out. I could never look out into the audience because of that. I hated it. I felt like a performing monkey. - Performing monkey? - You know what I mean. - Yeah, I do.

- To me, touring with a rock band is a good time. You have to band, the roadies, the groupies, you're never alone. As a concert pianist, I hated going on tour. You're always alone, alone in your hotel room, alone on the stage, alone with your piano, alone in your head, it was painful But then I would hear the music and all that loneliness just fades away. The only time I ever felt that way is when I was on stage or at home with Linda.

- Linda? - My fiance. (pensive music) I loved her more than anything else in the world. Have you ever felt like that about someone? - No. No, I've, I've never been lucky in love. - I hope someday you are. It is the greatest feeling in the world.

(pensive music continues) - What happened? - I was performing at the Granada Theater in Santa Barbara. (lively piano music) It was the last of a long and grueling tour. All I wanted to do was finish the piece and get home to Linda. Our wedding was just a week away. (lively piano music continues) (gun fires) (suspenseful music) (brakes screeching) (gun fires) (pensive music) (Linda blows) (phone ringing) - Hello. Yes.

Yes. (somber music) What? (Linda sobbing) Oh God. Oh God.

- Linda. Linda. Linda! Linda, sweetheart. What's wrong? Talk to me. (somber music continues) (Linda sobbing) Linda, look at me.

(Linda sobbing) Look at me, Linda. Look at me! (somber music continues) Linda, where are you going? Linda! (mysterious music) (somber music) That was the last time I saw Linda. - I'm so sorry. (pensive music) Is death painful? - No. I didn't feel a thing.

All I remember is at the moment of impact being pulled from my seat and being held up above. I looked down to myself. I was confused, disoriented, nothing made any sense.

(pensive music continues) All I knew was I wanted to get home to Linda. So I ran down the highway. But when I got here, she couldn't see me then I realized I was dead. (pensive music continues) But I was deeply in love and I couldn't let go.

So I stayed. (pensive music continues) Then I waited. - All these years, you've been waiting for Linda? (phone rings) - I'll let you have your privacy. - No, no, it's okay. It's not that important of a phone call. Eddie.

(door creaks) (door slams) (indistinct chatter) Hey. - Hey. You look really good. - Thanks. So why did you need to talk to me? - I miss you, Lisa.

Ever since we broke up, I've been going out of my mind. - Shane, please, just don't do this again, okay? - I love you, Lisa. - Shane, you hurt me. I don't feel for you right now. - So you can honestly tell me that everything we had, that was just in my head? - No, but it doesn't change anything. You were unfaithful to me.

- I can, I can change. - You can change? - I can change. Just give me one chance, please. - Where do we start, Shane? How? - You know, I was thinking I could move up here and start looking at places. - No, stop! I can't, I can't be with you.

- Seriously? - Yeah. - Fine. If you honestly think that there's no way for this to work out, obviously I'm upset. But you're a big girl, you can do what you want. - Thank you for understanding.

- I didn't say I understood. I'm just saying I can't make you love me. - Shane, sometimes things just don't work out, okay? - That is bullshit, Lisa, and you know it! - Calm down. I don't have time for this right now. - You never had time for me. Well, live your sad, little life! - You know what? You are an asshole.

Don't call me. (gentle music) (water dripping) Good morning. How do I look? - You look beautiful. - Would you care for a cup of tea? - I, I would love some, but I'm late. (gentle music continues) Did you forget something? - Have a good day. See you later.

(gentle music) (footsteps clomping) (door knocks) (door clicks and creaks) - Hi, can I help you? - Yes, I'm Lisa Wagner. We spoke on the phone. - Oh yes, of course. Please come in. - Thank you. (birds chirping) (door slams) (gentle piano music) (door knocks) - Come in.

Come in. I'm almo, I'm almost finished. (Eddie claps) I finished the second movement.

- Wow, that's great. - I'll play it for you tonight to celebrate, unless of course you have other plans. - No, no, that's perfect. I can't wait to hear.

Hey, um, come with me. Come. I have a surprise for you. - Oh, I love surprises. Okay.

(footsteps clomping) - Ms. Thompson? - Yes. - Eddie! Eddie! - Ah, dear, maybe we should forget about this. - No, he's here. - It's okay.

- Eddie. Linda, I swear to you. - Look, I knew this was a silly idea, but I, I believe you meant well, otherwise I wouldn't have come here in the first place. (footsteps clomping) - Good-bye, dear.

- [Eddie] Linda? (pensive music) - Oh my God. (Linda sobbing) - All of these years, I've waited, wondering if I would ever see you again. (pensive music) (Linda sobbing) Don't be frightened. - I'm not, I'm, I'm just overwhelmed.

(footsteps clomping) (water dripping) (gentle music) - I'm very glad you came to see me. - Lisa was very persuasive. - Most people would've thought she was crazy. - I wanted to believe her. - I'm glad you did. (Linda sniffling) - You haven't changed.

You look the same as the day we met. For years after the accident, I couldn't think of anything but you, and my love for you kept me going. But if I had known you were here, I, I would have- - You would have found a ghost not someone you could have built a life with. (gentle music) Are you happy? - Yes. I've had a very good life. But I want you to know that there's no one in this world who could ever take your place or make me forget you.

(Lisa sniffling) (pensive music) Is this it for you? I mean, do you stay here forever? - No. I'm about to move on. - To where? - I don't really know.

- So I'm, I'm gonna have to start missing you all over again. - No. Just remember me. (somber music) - I'm so happy that I got to see you again. - Goodbye, Linda. - Goodbye, Eddie.

(somber music continues) (door clicks) (gentle piano music) (footsteps shuffling) (pensive music) - How'd it go with Linda? - Painful. - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have meddled. - Please don't feel that way.

It was good to see Linda again, at the same time it was painful to realize a lifetime has past. (pensive music continues) Now I know I've stayed too long. I wish I'd met you a long time ago. - People come into our lives when they're supposed to.

- But I'm not people. I'm a ghost. - To me, you're no different than anyone else. (Eddie exhales sharply) (gentle music) Good night. (footsteps shuffling) (door slams) (footsteps clomping) (gentle music) Eddie? (Lisa sighs) Eddie? (gentle music continues) (water pattering) (dreamy music) (dreamy music continues) (car door clicks) (dreamy music) - You look beautiful. - Thank you.

- To your new home. I hope that you're happy here. (glasses clink) (doorbell rings) (door clicks) - Hey. - Shane, what are you doing here? - I know that I'm the last person that you wanna see, but I just wanna apologize for the other day.

I was wrong and I'm sorry. - Look, Shane, I'm busy. And you should have called first. - I wanted to see you. And I brought a little house for me.

- It really wasn't necessary. - Aren't you gonna invite me in? (door slams) wow! Some place you got here. You got plans? - Please don't do this.

- Do what Lisa? Merely commenting on the fact that the table is set for two? Warm glow on your face, dressed to kill. Just curious who you're having fun with. - Frankly, Shane, it's none of your business. Look, I don't wanna hurt your feelings, but you just keep pushing and pushing until I can't be nice anymore. It's over between us.

I don't love you. Just don't. I'm sorry. (somber music) (footsteps clomping) - You know, they say the more you love someone, the more you hate them when they break your heart. I've never loved anyone the way that I love you. (door bangs) (pensive music) (fork clinks) - Sorry.

I promised myself I wouldn't let that son of a bitch get to me. - Then don't. - You know, if things were different, I think I could fall in love with you. - Yes, but sadly they aren't.

- No. - Hmm. This pasta is delicious. Do you like to cook? - No, I prefer room service.

- Just like my father. - Hmm, was your father a chef? - Now, he was a musician. He played guitar in a rock and roll band. - Hmm? - My father had this dream of becoming a rock star. My mother left us when I was three. I guess she just wanted a more stable life.

So my father raised me on the road. - Oh, that must have been rough for you. - Are you kidding me? It was a great childhood. (Eddie chuckles) What's wrong? - I'm out of cigarettes.

- Oh, here. Try one of these - Hmm. (lighter clicks) (Eddie blowing) - No.

No, no, no, no. Here, watch me. You have to hold it in. Okay? Yeah, hold it in deep. Okay, you can, you can let it out. (Eddie exhales deeply) Hmm.

Yeah. How do you feel? - I feel nice. (mellow reggae music) - Hey, save some for me. Really? - Do you hear any new music in your head? - No, not lately. - Why not? - Mm, dispirited, I suppose.

- Dispirited? - Yeah. I went to a record company, they won't listen to my stuff unless I had an agent. And I can get an agent till they hear me play. But I can't get a gig unless I have a record deal. (Lisa chuckles) - That sucks. - Tell me about it.

How do you make it in this business? - In my time, it was talent; today, who knows? - [Radio Announcer] KKWA 92.7 after midnight. (tender music) - Oh! Oh, I love this song! Do you wanna dance with me? Oh, come on. Come on, dance with me. - I must warn you, I'm not Fred Astaire. - Ooh. (giggles) ♪ I see reflections ♪ ♪ Of you standing there ♪ ♪ And when I reach ♪ - Thank you for the wonder evening.

♪ For your touch ♪ Good night. ♪ I wake up ♪ - Good night. (crickets chirping) (jazzy piano music) - What in the hell do you think you're doing? Smoking pot, drinking wine, sweet talking that young girl.

Who do you think you are, Romeo? You're dead. Dead. - Angel. - No! I don't wanna hear it, mm-mm.

This time you've crossed the line. First off, you show yourself to the lady, uh-uh, that ain't right, that is not done. Secondly, who are you to tell her she has to move out of her own house. Louie and I, we've had it with you. We've been doing this for 75 years and we have never had any problems up until you. You're supposed to have already crossed over, so you're upsetting the natural order of things.

So now you're gonna come with us. (claps) Let's go. - I'm not ready. - What, you have to pack a suitcase? Louie! - Angel! What do you want me to do? - The man's not ready.

- But... (sighs) Louie, sometimes you are as useless as tits on a bull! - Eddie, Angel and I are here to help. Tell me how we can help you. - Let me finish my concerto. - Fine. - But,

but you're not gonna change your mind, right? You have my word, Angel. - Good. - [Louie] When you're ready, push this button.

(clock ticking) (mysterious music) - Okay. (phone rings) (Angel screams) - Mama, I can't talk right now. (bouncy music) - Let's go. - You behave. (mysterious music) (waves crashing) - He looks real, Tiff. He's real.

- We're talking about a ghost for Christ sakes! - I know it sounds crazy, but I feel for him. - Look, you're my only friend. Don't go crazy on me. (pensive music) (fire crackling) (footsteps shuffling) - I didn't hear you come in.

How long have you been back? - A bit. I brought you some cigarettes. - Thank you. What's wrong? - What makes you think something is wrong? - I can tell. - Can you? - Yeah. You can talk to me.

- Do you remember the other night when you asked me if I had ever been in love and I said no? - Yes. - I lied. - Please don't say that. - Can't help it. I've never felt like this. - Lisa, I am an illusion.

I'm dead. And my death is a matter of record. We can't just fall in love and live happily ever after. Perhaps if things were different. - I'll take my chances.

(gentle music) (dreamy music) - How was it? - Wonderful. Wow, that's petty. - Don't. If you press that button, they'll come. - Who? - The soul collectors.

- The soul collectors? - When a person dies their could is confused, it doesn't know where to go. The soul collectors guide them and help them move on. (clock ticking) You see, time is a human notion. There is no time in eternity.

(clock ticking) If you were to press that button, time would have stopped. And when time stops, eternity begins. - Does everyone have one of these? - No. I'm what you might call a special case. The collectors can't force a soul to move on if it doesn't want to.

(clock ticking) But I gave them my word; after I finished my concerto, I would let them know. - And you would move on? - Yes. (watch rattles) - Why did you stop me? - Because I love you. - I love you too.

(dreamy music) Wait here. I'll be back. (dreamy music continues) And, um, I think I'll take this with me, just in case.

(Eddie laughs) (lighter clicks) (eerie music) - You never moaned like that with me. - Shane, you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing here? - I'm here because I love you. - Shane, I think that you should leave. - I don't think I can.

- Yeah, that's it. I'm calling the police. - I wouldn't do that.

(suspenseful music) - Shane, this, this is getting out of hand. (Shane exhales deeply) - You were the best thing in my life, Lisa, and I let you get away. I, I'm to blame. I have no right to be mad at you for hooking up with the first guy that you meet.

But I am. I'm gonna give you one more chance. Come back to me. - Shane! - I swear to you, Lisa, if I can't have you, I don't wanna go on living. - Look, this, this isn't you. You don't wanna do this.

- Since when do you care what I want? If you really cared, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, would we? It's because you don't care, that's why we're in this situation! I love you, Lisa. - Do you? Do you really love her? - If I didn't, then why would I be here? - Then why are you pointing the gun at her? - Does this make more sense to you? - I hate guns. - Why don't you put that thing away? - Are you asking me or are you telling me? - I'm asking, please.

(Shane laughing) - I gotta give it to you, you sure are polite. - Why don't you just give me the gun and we'll forget this whole thing ever happened? - Back off! - Give me the gun. (clock ticking) Give me the gun. - Stop! Don't mess with me! I mean it! (gun cocks) - Shane, stop! (gun fires) (eerie music) (gun clattering) (suspenseful music) (door slams) (car sputters and revs) - Why? - Because I love you. I couldn't bear to see you get hurt. - I'm a ghost, the bullet would have gone straight through me.

- So what happens now? (pensive music) - Evening, Ms. Wagner. - Angel, Louie, you're the soul collectors. - I'm so sorry, I... - Could we please have a minute. - You got five.

(pensive music) - I don't want you to go. - It'll be for the best. - When will I see you again? - I don't know. But I promise you, wherever you are, I will find you. - How will you find me? - I don't know, but I will. (pensive music continues) Goodbye.

- Please, just hold me a little bit longer. (pensive music continues) - Time! (somber music) - Till we meet again. - Goodbye, my love. (somber music) (car engine revving) (somber music continues) (star twinkles) (somber music) - [Eddie] Dear Lisa, the few moments we shared together are more than enough to fill my heart, until we meet again. All my love, Eddie.

(gentle piano music) (audience applauding) (somber music) (gentle piano music) (gentle classical music) (gentle music) ♪ This love I feel ♪ ♪ I wonder ♪ ♪ This love, it's gone away ♪ ♪ Don't say it's over ♪ ♪ Don't say we're through ♪ ♪ They way you'd let me ♪ ♪ Feel you ♪ ♪ This love we knew we squandered ♪ ♪ This love we filled with lies ♪ ♪ This love we have, it's broken ♪ ♪ This love it's got a life ♪ ♪ This love we have, this love ♪ ♪ This love we have, it's love ♪

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