Ghost (1990) (part 3 of 8)

Anyway, back at the investment firm, Patrick looks worried as he browses through several accounts on his computer. Carl enters, telling Patrick he had trouble logging into some of the accounts. Patrick explains he changed his pass code, because he discovered something fishy. Carl breaks out in a near deluge of sweat and asks exactly what the trouble is.

“There’s too much money in these accounts,” Patrick says, setting his jaw tighter and clicking the keyboard in that I’m a busy financial advisor actually typing something important and not random gibberish sort of way. Carl visibly gulps and tries to play it off, telling Patrick to relax and let him take care of it. Patrick smiles warily and says he’s too invested in this to pass it on now. He says it’s like a “vendetta” to him.

Caption contributed by Albert

“Dammit, I hope I didn’t buy this Apple IIe cheat codes book for nothing!”

Carl begins to make his exit, and oh-so-casually asks what Patrick’s plans are for the evening. Patrick nearly rolls his eyes and says he’s taking Demi to a Shakespeare play. Namely, MacBeth. I would say it’s a nice touch, having them see a famously unlucky play about one man’s ambition destroying him, but I doubt I should be giving the screenwriter that much credit.

Patrick quips that Demi probably just digs the guys in tights. He asks if Carl wants to join them, and Carl flinches, almost as if struck, and simply tells him to have a good time. Yes, have a very good time. A good enough time… for murder! (I’m retiring that catch phrase soon, I promise.)  

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Jessica Ritchey

Born in Western North Carolina, Juniper was discovered in a filthy shack in the lovely Blue Ridge Mountains, speaking a made up language to a tattered rag doll, her only companion. Her social skills have improved little in the intervening years. She is currently making flailing efforts at being a freelance writer. One of history's supreme procrastinators she plans on writing a book about it someday.

Multi-Part Article: Ghost (1990)

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