Casper

Okay.

One picture and we're history.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Come on.

Oh, man, do we have to do this?

You want everyone in school to think we're chicken?

I could live with that.

You wuss. Come on.

I don't see anything. Do you?

No, I don't see anything.

Let's just take the picture and get out of here.

Fine. Here, take the picture.

Wait, I should be in the picture, too, or no one will believe I was here.

Shut up and take the picture!

You take the picture.

- You take it! - You!

Guys, don't fight. I'll take the picture.

Say "cheese."

A ghost!

"...and to the Save the Dolphins Foundation, $11 million.

"To the Save the Pumas Foundation, $1.2 million.

"To the Patagonian Wasp Salvation Fund,

"$1.4 million.

"To the Dyslexic Dalmatians Foundation..."

To hell with the livestock. What did the old stiff leave me?

I believe that what the bereaved is trying to express

is that the sudden death of her only father

has left a great gaping void in her bank... in her life.

And Carrigan wonders what he has left her to fill it up with.

Let's see.

"Bobcats, owls,

"snakes,

"daughter Carrigan,

"Whipstaff Manor in Maine."

And?

And I'm late for lunch, so if you'll excuse me...

Are you telling me that I just spent the last two days holding his clammy hand

waiting for him to kick it, and all I get is one lousy piece of property?

No, it was lousy 50 years ago.

Now it's condemned. Enjoy.

Wait a minute. This is not fair!

I'll contest, and then I'll drag you and all of those damned dolphins into court.

Knock yourself out.

Dibs, this is all your fault.

As usual. If you would have just forged the damn will.

This is condemned seafront property.

Dibs, don't you get it?

Flipper got more money than me.

Carrigan! The deed's in there!

My God.

"Buccaneers and buried gold,

"Whipstaff doth a treasure hold."

Treasure?

Dibs, you idiot! Get it out.

I knew that place was worth something. There's treasure in that house

and finally, I'm going to get what I deserve.

Carrigan, I think I need a doctor.

There's plenty in Maine.

So, what do you think?

I think you're going to get wet.

Wait! Carrigan!

Dibs, light!

What a dump.

This place is fabulous.

You could just do so much with it.

- I know it's a bit spooky. - Dibs.

Hello.

Who is it?

Afraid I can't answer that.

Why not?

It's kind of hard to explain.

Is he the caretaker?

Are you the caretaker?

No.

Is he a drug dealer?

Is he... Are you a transient?

No, not exactly.

Then tell him to show himself.

Show yourself!

Here's the thing. If I do, don't scream, okay? I get that a lot.

Are you a burglar?

I must warn you that I am armed.

Hello?

Cut the crap. If you don't show yourself, I'll have you arrested for trespassing.

Okay, calm down, lady.

Here I come!

Hi! I'm Casper.

No, you shouldn't do that, or you'll wake the...

Too late.

So tell me. You have experience?

I have quite a bit of experience. Not, you know, like, exactly doing it,

but I've studied it, and I've talked to people who have done it.

I've seen the videos, and I feel very confident that with my knowledge

I could do it, no problem.

Then you can handle this?

It's like no problem whatsoever. Piece of cake. Piece of crumb cake.

Well? How did it go?

It was fine. Was no problem. Piece of cake.

Who you gonna call?

Someone else.

What do we do now?

What do I usually do when something stands in my way?

Are you sure we're not going a tad overboard here?

Dibs, I have huffed and puffed. Now I want to rip this place down.

I want my treasure. They can't haunt a pile of rubble, for Christ's sake.

People, please!

You're sweaty male construction types, for Christ's sake!

Dibs, do something!

Come on, get out of there!

Charlie, quick, keep running and don't look back! Run, Charlie!

Wait! They were just kidding! Honest!

Every time.

All I want is a friend.

Did you ever feel the way Priscilla Cow felt

that you'd like to be completely different?

Almost everybody feels like that once in a while.

But most of the time

I hope you can be glad to be yourself.

That's really something to celebrate.

A ghost!

More on the Pentagon playboys as the story unfolds.

But, now...

step aside, Sigmund Freud. Jump back, Joyce Brothers.

It's Dr. James Harvey, therapist to the dead?

Are you depressed? Are you anxious? Are you lonely?

Do you need someone to talk to?

No problem, if you're a ghost!

You can call them ghosts if you like, or as I prefer, the living impaired.

But the bottom line is, they need help sometimes

just like the rest of us.

After the sudden unexpected death of his wife, Amelia,

Dr. Harvey gave up conventional psychiatry

and some say conventional sanity.

Now, along with his loner daughter, Kat, short for Kathy

Doc Harvey travels from town to town, searching for paranoid poltergeists,

scared specters, the depressed and the dead.

How do you feel about your father's livelihood?

Please don't ask me any questions.

Do you believe in ghosts? Ever seen one?

Does your father hurt you in any way?

He's my father.

Could you just talk to us?

Look, it's the first day of school

and I'm sure I'll have homework, so could you please...

Carrigan.

What part don't you understand?

No, not "I ate fish." I hate fish.

Don't you people have cows here?

Listen, I have had a long and tiring day.

Do you think that you could bring me a pint of Häagen-Dazs ice cream, rum raisin

and a Diet Pepsi? Think you can handle that?

Now you want me to hold. Fine.

...and with therapy they can begin to process this pain.

They can pack up their emotional baggage, and they can move on.

My Harry passed away five years ago, but he was so miserable.

His spirit would not leave the apartment.

So I called Dr. Harvey. He came over

and in a few weeks Harry left

smiling.

The living-impaired are known for haunting us.

My question is, what's haunting them?

It's a lack of resolution.

Ghosts are simply spirits without resolution.

With unfinished business. And it's my job to find out what that is.

And so Dr. James Harvey continues his work

dragging his daughter along for the ride. This week they're in Santa Fe,

but next week, "boo" knows?

Now, from the ghost shrink to shrinking...

Yes, I'm still here. Get me Santa Fe.

That's life!

That's what all the people say

You're ridin' high in April

Shot down in

I'm sorry about your Cactus Spooners.

Crooners.

I don't care what they said, you are not demented.

You're a picture of mental health.

They were talking about you.

Try explaining afterlife therapy to a bunch of junior high kids.

Some people go through life never questioning the norm.

But you and I, we're doing something extraordinary with our lives.

No, we aren't doing anything.

You're the one who's been packing up my stuff and moving me around the country.

I mean, in two years, I have been to nine different schools.

I've eaten in nine different cafeterias.

I mean, I can't even remember anyone's name.

For once, I would just like to be

in one place long enough to make a friend.

Honey, you will.

Right.

I mean, come on, we're moving to Friendship, Maine.

Even I might make one.

You better, Dad, 'cause a single guy your age

is more likely to become a bank hostage than to make new friends.

You sound like your mother.

You're not gonna find her.

Mom's not a ghost, Dad.

Yes, she is. She has unfinished business.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

I'll tell you what