All language subtitles for (kbagi.com) Family Plot (1976)

(IN AIRY VOICE)
Someone is here.

Not closely.

Not willingly.

I feel they're
holding back.

What's the trouble, Henry?

(IN DEEP MALE VOICE)
Too many memories,
too much pain.

Too much sorrow.

(IN AIRY VOICE)
Whoever is there
with you,

tell them to
speak up, Henry.

Tell them
to come closer.

I think I know who
it is, Madame Blanche.

I think I know
what's bothering her.

Her, is it?

Never you mind,
Miss Rainbird.

I won't have you doing
Henry's work for him.

Now, let's have it,
my love.

That's why
we're here tonight.

To help my friend
be rid of her torment.

She has a right
to rest her weary head
on a pillow each night

and sleep the peaceful
sleep of the angels.

How did you know about
my troubled sleep?

Who told you?

Her nights cannot go on
like this much longer.

I never told a soul
about my nightmares.
How could you...

Who is this person
who arrives in our
presence tonight

but does not dare
to come close to us?

It's her.
It's my sister Harriet.

It must be.

(IN HENRY'S VOICE)
She stays her distance,
Julia Rainbird,

for she does
not feel your love
or your kindness yet.

There is selfishness
where you are.

I've had all
I can take from her.

Night after night,
coming into my dreams.

Whining, complaining,
trying to make me
feel guilty.

As though I need her to
tell me right from wrong.

Tell her I know
what has to be done.

I've been wanting
to do it for a year.

But it is I, Julia Rainbird,
who has made the decision.

I don't need her
to goad me on!

They're making me ill
with their ugly words
in my ugly dreams.

Tell her to stop it,
to go away
and leave me alone.

No, no. No, no.
Don't let her go.
Don't let her go away.

Harriet? Harriet,
stay with us, Harriet.

Your sister wants
to speak to you now

from the depths
of her soul.

(SHRILL HOWLING)

What's wrong?
What is it?

(HOWLS)

She says,
"I've waited so long
to hear from you, Julia.

"I've been so unhappy
without you."

It is you, Harriet.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I should never have
made you do it.

It's all past now,

but I'll do what I can
to make up for it.

If he's still alive,
I'll find your son.

And I'll take him in
my arms and love him

as if I were you,
my poor Harriet.

And I'll make him
one of us

and give him everything,
everything.

(WHISPERING) Far away.

So far, far away.

But I need her.
I need her help.

I can't do it alone.

You see,
I need her memory.

It's over 40 years ago,

and I don't know
where the child was taken
or who it was given to.

I don't know
where he is now
or who he is.

(IN HENRY'S VOICE)
The true measure of
Julia Rainbird's love

lies in what
she does now

with your help, of course,
and mine,

and that of the dear,
departed one

who has drifted
so far from us.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
We understand him.

Don't we,
Miss Rainbird?

Oh, yes. Yes, I do.

I'm willing to do anything,
anything at all.

(IN HENRY'S VOICE)
In the end,
there will be happiness.

From the tears
of the past,

the desert of the heart
will bloom.

Goodbye, Julia Rainbird!
Goodbye, Blanche.

(GASPS)

(SOFTLY) Goodbye.

(GROANS)

Madame Blanche,
are you all right?

It was...

(CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY)

What in the world's
been going on here?

I feel as though
I've been properly
done over.

Don't you remember
what happened?

Mmm-mmm.

Not the details,
Miss Rainbird,

only the gist,
if you know
what I mean.

Suppose you give me
the gist of it.

Well, I wonder...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Could I trouble you
for a sip of something?
Just...

Oh, of course.
What would you like?

Oh, a double shot
of anything.

A spot of that sherry
might be nice.

Yes, of course.

(SNIFFLES)

Thank you.

Now, tell me
what you remember
of the séance.

In a nutshell?
Please.

(CLEARS THROAT)

About 40 years ago,
you arranged

to have your sister
Harriet's baby given away
without a trace.

And now, your bad dreams
and a troubled conscience
tell you

to find the grown-up person,
take him into the family,

and bestow
your wealth on him.

Excellent.

Thank you.

And why did I force
my sister to give
the child away?

I guess the kid
was illegitimate,
Miss Rainbird.

I don't want you to
think me a puritan,
Madame Blanche.

But 40 years ago,
an unmarried mother

was not the commonplace
it is nowadays.

And in a family
like ours,

a scandal had to be
covered up at all costs.

I understand.

And I'm still
sufficiently
old-fashioned

and sufficiently
protective of
the Rainbird name

to want to seek
the missing heir

in a private
and secret fashion,

rather than go to
detective agencies

and put notices
in the newspapers.

Most wise decision,
Miss Rainbird.

Well, now, suppose
we get to the reason
for my sending for you.

I'm 78 years of age.

I would like to
go to my grave with
a quiet conscience.

Particularly as I know
that my only heir
is out there somewhere,

deprived by my acts of
his true Rainbird name.

Will you help me
with your powers?

If in your heart
you believe that
I can,

then I owe it to
both of us to try,
Miss Rainbird.

No, I'm too old
for trying.

I've only time enough left
for results.

Find him for me,
Madame Blanche.

Use your spirit-control,
your Henry.

Get through
to my sister.

Find her son,
whoever he is,
wherever he is,

and I'll pay you $10,000.

(STUTTERS)

(SIGHS)

Only if you genuinely
wish to, Miss Rainbird.

But let's not
think of this as
a payment to me.

There are many causes
dear to my heart

which need all the charity
the world can spare.

You've no idea
how refreshing it is
for a woman of my wealth

to find someone who has
so little use for money.

Thank you.

Well, now, I regard
our arrangement
as completed.

It's my bedtime.

I must take leave of
your delightful company.

This has been a most
memorable evening
for me, Miss Rainbird.

See to it that
you make it
a rewarding one.

At the risk of
repeating myself,

I hope you will not
forget that nobody,

absolutely no one,
should know of our search.

The Rainbird name
must be protected.

My jaw is locked.

On that note,
I will say goodbye
and thank you for coming.

So, how'd it go?

I don't know.
Having to do Henry
is murder on my throat.

Murder.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

So how did it go?

She's hooked,
waiting to be pulled in.

Another one of
your $25 sardines?

No. This is
a big one, George.

A great big whale.

Well, come on. Give.

Keep your eyes
on the road.
Don't rush me.

Okay, Blanchie.

Start way up
at the top.

Well, it was
as simple as ABC.

Henry came to me from
the upper brightness,

whispered to me,
"This woman's been
having sleep problems."

From there on,
things followed
naturally, logically.

Aha! So I came through
for you again, didn't I,
darling?

No. What are you
talking about, George?

What do you mean,
what am I talking about?

You know damn well
what I'm talking about.

All that information
that I dug up by gabbing
to the local druggist

about how she was
driving him crazy

trying to
get sleeping pills
without a prescription.

That could have been
very, very useful to me.

Why didn't you
tell me about that?

What do you mean,
why didn't I tell you?
I told you.

You know damn well
I told you, Blanche.

No, you always think
you tell me things,
and you forget to.

I have to go through
heaven and hell,

the great beyond,
with Henry.

Henry, my ass.

It was me.
It's always me.

Without my research,
you're about as psychic
as a dry salami.

Nasty. Nasty, nasty.

I'm sick and tired
of having you have me
by the crystal balls.

Leave your crystal balls
out of this, George.

No, let's leave Henry
out of this

and keep the bullshit
for your customers.

You're jealous of him,
aren't you?

Oh, please, Blanche.

I like your jealousy.
It's your driving
that stinks.

Hey, look.
I happen to be an actor,
not a cab driver.

I can play cab drivers,
but I sure as hell don't
have to drive like one.

Well, until I can collect
from Julia Rainbird,

I'm afraid you're gonna
have to go on playing
a cab driver.

Neither of us
seems to be very fond
of starving to death.

Well, how are we
supposed to collect?

How much is this
Rainbird whale
gonna spout up?

Also, you're
gonna have to go on
playing a private eye.

Christ, no! I've had it
playing private eyes.

Christ, yes.

Now, George.
Stop blaspheming.

You wanna put the curse
on 10 big ones?

Now, wait a minute,
Blanche.

Did you say
10 big ones?

Mmm-hmm.

Ten thousand?
Mmm-hmm.

Dollars?

Dollars, George.

(CHUCKLES)

Now, Blanche, you got
any idea what you and I
could do with 10 grand?

Mmm-hmm. We could
even get married.

What are you always
a wet blanket for?

(LAUGHS)
Oh, you flatter me so.

Well, what's the deal?
What do we have to do
for the money?

I'll tell you about it
in bed, afterwards.

Aw, come on, Blanche.
Give me a hint.

Just a little foreplay.

All right.
Find one man.
That's all.

Well, we've had to
do worse than that.
What's his name?

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

Nobody knows.

Well, who is he?

That's the problem.
Nobody knows.

(LAUGHS) Where is he?

Nobody knows.

Well, for Christ's sake!
You mean, nobody knows,
Blanche?

Nobody knows his name,
or where he is,
or who he is?

Well, George,
stop yelling.

There's a possibility
of one person
who might have known.

Well, who's that?

Julia Rainbird didn't
mention him to me.

Fortunately, her friend
Ida Cookson did.

Well, who is it?

The Rainbird
family chauffeur.

Well, now you're talking.
Now we're on our way.

Trouble is, well,

he's been dead
for 25 years.

Oh, for Christ's sake,
Blanche...

No, no, no, no, no,
don't start to fret,
George,

or our water bed
will be no fun
at all tonight.

As an actor,
you should know fretting
will ruin a performance.

You're not gonna
have to worry about my
performance tonight, honey.

As a matter of fact,
on this very evening,

you're gonna see
a standing ovation.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

She's here.

No, not a man.
It's a woman. Right.

Follow me.

As long as you've got
Victor Constantine,
we can't touch you.

So you might as well
put that thing away.

MAN 1: You've been calling
yourself The Trader, so
we thought you were a man.

MAN 2: I think we deserve
some assurance that
the victim is still alive.

MAN 1: All radios have been
removed from the helicopter
as you instructed.

"Mr. Constantine
will be unconscious

"but in perfect condition
when picked up.

"Just let him
sleep the drug off."

All right, Sergeant,
turn on the lights.

Don't try and be a hero.

Yes, sir.

Well, we've done our part.

Where are we going?

(HELICOPTER ENGINE STARTS)

(ROTOR SPEED INCREASING)

Not one
goddamn mistake.

How far are we going?

It's lucky for you
that you still got
the victim.

I'd like nothing better
than to toss you right out
of this thing on your head.

You sure have this
little trip mapped out,
don't you?

I bet that thing
isn't even loaded.

(WIND WHISTLING)

Golf course, huh?

Brilliant.
Absolutely perfect.

(CAR DOORS SLAMMING)
(ENGINE STARTING)

My feet are killing me.
These damn six-inch heels.

I happen to like
tall women.

Everybody likes
tall women.

In fact, everyone's
going to be looking
for a tall woman.

Aside from
complaining a lot,

what have you been doing
with yourself lately?

Oh, nothing much.
Picking up a ransom,
that sort of thing.

Did you see
anyone we know?

Two men who looked like
police and a third
who just had to be FBI.

You mix with
the nicest people.

Beats housework.

Did you say
anything to them?

Not a syllable.

Now, you see, honey?

I told you you could learn
to keep your mouth shut
if you tried.

Look who's here.

Has anyone seen
a tall, blonde woman
around here lately?

Gone, poof!
Who needs her?

I do.

At least
one more time.

Let me put that
there, darling.

Mr. Constantine
has left us some wine.

I don't think he likes
the imported stuff.

It was probably
my veal parmesan.

I'm afraid
I overcooked it.

He likes eating in
a room with a view.
That's all.

You know how fussy
rich people are.

Don't forget to
empty that out.

Don't you think
emptying a chemical toilet

is a little
below the dignity
of a jewel collector?

The wages of sin, Arthur.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Never put off
till tomorrow

what you can
empty out tonight.

Bitch.

Arthur, what's
Amsterdam like?

Oh, lots of canals.

Lots of wizened old men
with sharp eyes

sitting around,
cutting big stones
into little ones.

You'll see.

I don't know what's
come over me tonight.
I'm tingling all over.

I told you about danger,
didn't I?

First,
it makes you sick.

Then when you get
through it, it makes you
very, very loving.

Darling...

Hmm?

It was all too easy.
It's frightening.

Brilliant planning.

They don't have
a single lead
to follow.

What about the ketamine
we stuck him with?

Well, if Dr. Vogel
didn't miss it
six months ago

when I had
my wisdom tooth out,
he's not gonna miss it now.

Don't finish up in there.
Let's go to bed.

Tired?

Mmm-mmm.
Tingling all over.

How'd I ever let you
get me into all this?

I thought I fell in love
with you because I needed
some stability in my life.

Well, I guess
you're just a bad
judge of character.

Where'd you put
the diamond, dear?

Where everyone
can see it.

You didn't.
I did.

Are you gonna
tell me where?

You'll have to
torture me first.

Oh! (GIGGLING)

I intend to
in a few minutes.

Now with all due respect
to the FBI and
the Bureau of Inspectors,

I have no time
to play games.

Now lest we forget,
gentlemen,

I have been away
from this desk forcibly.

I've got a lot of work
to catch up on.

Now how many more times
are we gonna go through
this goddamn thing?

Until we come up
with something,
Mr. Constantine.

That's a hell of a way
to solve a kidnapping.

Mr. Constantine, you're not
the first victim, you know.

There have been others.

All right, all right.
But from me, you'll learn
absolutely nothing.

You never know.
I know.

All right. Floyd?

Now, the underground garage.

Full of cars.

Sounds?

People behind me.

Was it a man,
or was it a woman?

I don't know.

Man or woman?

Man.
Then what?

There was a prick
in my shoulder.

I started to turn,
and I woke up in a room.

Yes, and
what did you hear,
inside or outside?

The room was
soundproofed.

I never heard anything
except a disembodied voice
over a loudspeaker.

Describe it.

But I've already done that.

Again.

It was the voice of a man,
no accent.

Doctored up electronically.
Unrecognizable.

How many of them
were there?

Two, a man and a woman.

Why do you say that?

Because the faintest
light filtered down
from the hallway above.

But not enough
to give me a chance
to see who they were.

Yes, and who did
the cooking?
She did.

Why?

Because a man
would not bother

to put the parsley
on the filet of sole.
That's why.

How old is she?

Come on now. Please.

How old is she?
25.

Why?
Why?

Because if a man
my age is gonna get
kidnapped by a woman,

he wants her to be 25.
That's why.

Describe your return.

The return.

The disembodied voice
tells me to sit with
my back to the door.

The light goes out.
The door opens.
They both come in.

I feel a prick
in my left arm.

The next thing I know,
I wake up in that
hospital bed

with you sitting there,
thinking up questions!

Thank you,
Mr. Constantine.
You're doing great.

That's what you think.

All right,
let's start
all over again.

Ah, shit!

(FAINT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOG BARKING)

BLANCHE: Why, Henry,
you have such a beaming
smile on your face.

(IN HENRY'S VOICE)
I smile because
I'm happy, Blanche.

It comes through you,
Blanche,

from your friend,
Ida Cookson.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
I'm her guide, Henry.

Friendship can be
claimed only when
it cannot be denied.

(IN HENRY'S VOICE)
Tell Ida Cookson
we're all thankful here

for the warm tranquility
in her heart.

It will grow even warmer
as she trusts in you,
and confides in you,

and holds back
no secrets from you,

be they her own
or those of her
intimate friends.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
Did you hear that,
Mrs. Cookson?

MRS. COOKSON:
Yes, Madame Blanche.

Henry, I want you
to seek Walter
for us now.

Search through
the double strand
of kindness

until my friend
Ida Cookson is joined
in loving communication

with her dear,
departed husband.

(IN HENRY'S VOICE)
I will try, Blanche.

But first, the mist
must part a little,

and the veil must rise
to let in the light
that will show us the path.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
I'm ready now, Henry.

Ready! Ready to follow you
wherever you want me to go.

Where? Where are you
taking me, Henry?

Yes, yes, yes! I see.
I see your hand
beckoning to me.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, what a lovely garden,
Henry. My, my.

Oh, is that
a statue there?

Oh! Could this be
Walter standing
beside the fountain?

(WHISPERING)
How can you
do this to me?

(WHISPERING) I need your
car keys. I'm in a hurry.
(LOUDLY) Oh!

Do you realize what damage
you can do to my psyche,
breaking in this way?

For God's sake,
just give me your keys.
I need them.

(SHOUTING) Yes, Henry!
(WHISPERING) What for?

I've located the daughter
of the Rainbird chauffeur,

and I'm not going around
there as a cab driver.
(SHOUTS) Oh!

What am I supposed
to do without my car?

I don't care
what you do.

Take a taxi.
Just give me the keys.

The trees are swaying,

and the branches part!

But there's no one there!
Here.

I see shadows falling!
The air is getting cold!
The brightness dims.

Goodbye, Henry! Goodbye.

(CHIMES TINKLING)

(GASPS)
Did you find Walter?

Where?
In the kitchen.

I did.

(PEOPLE TALKING
INDISTINCTLY)

I wonder if I could speak
to you for a couple minutes,
Mrs. Hannagan.

Why, sure.
Do we know each other?

No, I'm Frank McBride of
the law firm of Ferguson,
Ferguson and McBride,

and I just wondered if
you would mind answering
a couple questions

about your background.

My background?
Mmm-hmm.

It's as dull
as dishwater.

I mean, what in the world
would you be wanting
with that?

Well, let's just say
that the information
that I'm interested in

could be worth
a great deal of money.

Oh, yeah? To who?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, we'll get around
to that pleasant little
subject in a minute

if you don't mind.

Okay.
Oh, swell.

Now, why don't we just
start at the beginning?
Your parents.

Oh, they're both dead.
God rest them.

Your father
was a chauffeur,
though, right?

How the heck
did you know that?

He was a chauffeur
for the Rainbird family.

Right again.

You'd be a hell
of a detective,
Mr. McBride.

I don't know
about that, my dear.
(CHUCKLES)

Now during this
period of time, though,

can you remember anybody
being a close friend
of your father's?

There was a man.
It was way back
when I was in school.

There was this guy
that my father used
to drink beer with

and shoot pool with
down in the Village.

This Harry Shoebridge.
Had a poultry shop
with his wife, Sadie.

Shoebridge.

Yeah.

His business
was always lousy,

even when times
were good.

And she used to
have miscarriages

like other women
have birthdays.

Well, they stopped trying,
and they moved away
to Barlow Creek

and adopted a kid,
I think.

A boy?

Yeah, an infant.

But, you know,
I'm not so sure.

It's all kind of hazy,
and I keep connecting it
with...

Well, I remember
this night

with my dad driving
over there to the
Shoebridge's all alone,

and then getting in
a big fight with Ma,

because he'd come
home at 4:00 a.m.,

and he wouldn't tell her
what he was doing
or something.

Now after my dad
passed away,
God rest his soul,

my ma was damn mad
at the Shoebridges,

because they never
showed up at the funeral.

Then she found out why.

Why?

A year earlier,
they'd gone to
their own funeral.

Dead?

Their house burned
down with them in it.

Well, what about the son?

Mrs. Hannagan,
can't you see that
there are customers waiting?

Oh, yes. Yes.
I'll be right there.

She'll be right there,
ma'am.

Look, Mr. McBride,
about all this being
worth something...

WOMAN:
Mrs. Hannagan!

Yeah.
(SIGHS) Wait a second.

This Shoebridge son,
where do I look for him?

Well, try the
Barlow Creek Cemetery.

What do you mean,
the cemetery?

Well, I'm not sure,
but I think he's dead, too.

Sorry.

(SIGHS)

Dead end, Blanche.

Dead and buried.

Caretaker.
Do something for you?

I'm just a friend
of the family.

None left.
Bad business, that.

You mean the fire?

Never liked them
multiple funerals.

Too much work involved
all at one time.

They died together,

yet they're not
buried together
in the same hole.

How come?

Search me.

Here. Look.

Died 1950.

Both died the same date.

Old stone.

This is
a practically new stone.

Smart fellow, ain't ya?

Why? Have I stumbled on
to something?

Well, nice meeting you.

Better get back to my work.
I got a job coming
in here tomorrow.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Turn that damn
thing down, Marcella.

I can't even
hear myself think.

How do you expect me
to remember anything
that far back?

I'd have to go
through my old files
for that kind of information.

Well, Mr. Wheeler,
I hate to insist.

You know something,
Mr. McBride?

You lawyers are all alike.
Trouble, trouble, trouble.

Well, come on.
I don't have all day.

What year did you say
the family died?

Uh, 1950.

What month?

Oh, I can't
help you there.

Shoebridge.

Can I sit down here?
Sure. Yeah, go ahead.

Shoebridge.
Shoebridge.

Here it is.

"Shoebridge. Harry and Sadie.
Large marble. Model 28.

"Paid in full.
Check number 93.

"First Church of
Latter Day Saints,
Barlow Creek."

What about the son?

Edward Shoebridge.
He's their son.

Edward?

Yeah.

Nope. Nothing.

What do you mean,
nothing?

There's gotta be something.
Maybe it came later.

Wait a minute.
You're talking about
Eddie Shoebridge.

His headstone?
Yeah, that did
come later.

I think in '65.

Sure, I remember that kid.

He wasn't too popular
around here.

Some say he set
that fire himself,

you know,
to get rid of his family,

and then disappeared
to make it look like
he died in the fire, too.

They never did
find his body.

You mean, there's
no body in that grave?

Well, as I recollect,

that's why the local parson
wouldn't say any services
for Eddie.

Well, (CLEARS THROAT)
Wasn't there a death
certificate?

I wouldn't know about that,
and I don't need to know.

I'm just a businessman,
Mr. McBride.

Ah, here it is.
"Edward Shoebridge.
Granite special.

"Ordered November 12th.

"Paid for November 18th, 1965.
$395."

Now, that's funny.
It's paid in cash.

They don't
usually do that.

Who was it?
I don't know, Mr. McBride.

I guess he didn't
want his name known.

Well, what do
you mean, "he?"

You just said "he."

I did, didn't I?

Well, you know,
I seem to sort of remember
that it was a man.

Yeah. A young fella.

Slightly bald.

I'd say
in his late 20s.

And did you see him again
when you put in
the headstone?

We didn't do that.

He came by and
picked it up himself.

Yes, I remember now.

In one of those
tow trucks,

you know,
the kind that
garages use.

Gotcha.

(INAUDIBLE)

No, there is no
death certificate here
for Edward Shoebridge.

Only Harry J. Shoebridge
and Sadie L. Shoebridge.

That's all you have?

Well, there is this.

It appears to be
an application for
a death certificate

for one Edward Shoebridge,
dated November 4th, 1965.

"Inasmuch as applicant
could furnish no proof
of death

"for party whose body
had never been found,

"and who could
supply no medical
death certificate

"and nothing from
the coroner's office,
the application was denied.

"Applicant, when informed
he could file a petition
for court action,

"declined
the suggestion."

Does it say who
the applicant was?

Yes. "Request was made
by Joseph P. Maloney,

"426 Main Street,
Barlow Creek."

Attagirl. Thank you.

Welcome.

(INAUDIBLE)

(BELL DINGS)

Fill her up?

Please.

You want me to check
under the hood?

If you would, please.

(BELL DINGING)

Better be careful
with those matches.

Oh. Right. Sorry.

This your place?
Yeah.

Then you must be
J. Maloney.

Tell me, does that
stand for John or Jim?

Joe.

Right.

Everything's okay.

It's funny.
You didn't hardly
need any gas.

Didn't need no oil.

Guess you didn't come here
for the car, huh, mister?

Could you get my
windshield, please?

Don't worry.

You wouldn't happen to
know a guy by the name
of Edward Shoebridge,

would you?
Used to live
around here.

Name don't ring
no bell with me.

What would you be
wanting with this...

What's his name,
Shoebridge?

Yeah. Legal matter.

You're a lawyer?

Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)

Name's McBride.
Frank McBride.

First time I ever
talked to a lawyer
didn't cost me money.

Actually, Mr. Maloney,
by talking to me,

you could make yourself
some money.
Yeah?

I'm prepared to pay
a reasonable sum of
cash right now

for any information
that could lead me
to Eddie Shoebridge.

Where I come from,
lawyers are usually
bad news.

Oh, no. Not this time.
This time they're good news.

Matter of fact,
I think that
Eddie Shoebridge

would be delighted
when he hears from me.

What are you
gonna tell him?

Well, my client
has asked me to
keep that confidential.

Who hired you
to find this guy?

That's confidential also.

Sure like to help you,
mister. Business ain't
all that good around here.

I think you can help me.
Is that right?

Mmm-hmm.

See, people around here
have been telling me that
Eddie Shoebridge is dead.

Well, if he's dead,
looks like he ain't
gonna be hearing

all that good news you
have to tell him, huh?

I think he's alive.

Sure don't keep
this car very clean.

You want to tell me
why you put a headstone
on an empty grave, Maloney?

What headstone?

The one you paid $395 for
back in 1965.

You owe me $2.47, mister.

Two weeks before that,
you went to the county
courthouse

and asked for
a certificate of death
for Edward Shoebridge,

and you were
turned down.

You wanna give me
your credit card?

No. Credit cards are out.

Like you,
I prefer to pay in cash.

(BELL DINGING)

Now this one
happens to be my
personal favorite.

Isn't it exquisite?

Probably too expensive
for me.

(BELL DINGS)

WOMAN:
Can I help you, sir?

Excuse me.
I'll be right back.

Mrs. Clay? Would you
take care of Mrs. Cunningham
for a few moments?

Certainly,
Mr. Adamson.

MRS. CUNNINGHAM:
I'm afraid
I rather like it.

JOE: Hey, Eddie,
you old son of a bitch.

If it's all the same to you,
I prefer Arthur Adamson.

Now, what in the hell
are you doing here?

Had to see you
about something
kind of urgent.

That's all, Eddie...
Arthur.

Couldn't you have
phoned me?

Some things you don't
put on no telephone.

Hey, you got
any booze around?

All right, Joseph.
What is it this time?

New freezer
for your wife?

Mother needs
another operation?

Bookies threatened
to kill you? What?

Come on, Eddie.
You make me sound
like some kind of sponger.

Not that I ain't grateful
for all your favors.

Did I ever
have a choice?

Okay, okay.
Here it is.

First off, I gotta
ask you a question.

Go ahead.

Now tell me.
No shit now, Eddie.
Can you think of any reason

why anyone would be
sniffing around in your life
after all these years?

I can't think of
any reason at all. Why?

Well, there's this guy
comes around the garage
today

trying to locate
Eddie Shoebridge.

Claims he's a lawyer
who's got good news
for you, Eddie.

Won't say what or who
he's working for.

Calls himself McBride.
I knew he was a phony
the minute I seen him.

Police?
No way.
He's a real amateur.

I traced his license plates
with the bureau.

Doesn't even drive
his own car.

"Blanche Tyler,
17 Castle Heights Road."

What did he look like?

(CLEARS THROAT)
He's tall, thin, about 35.

He's always got a pipe on.
Asking a lot of
smart-ass questions.

What'd you tell him?

Nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.

I didn't have to.
He knew everything.

Fake headstone
you had me put up.

How I tried to get you
officially declared dead.

The son of a bitch
says he thinks
you're still alive.

He's looking
for you, Eddie.

And any son of a bitch
who's looking for you
is looking for me.

Well, whatever he's up to,
he won't find me.

You worry too much, Joseph.

Yeah, I worry too much,
'cause you only planned
the fire

and locked your old man
and old lady in the bedroom.

I poured the gasoline.
I lit the rags.

And I thank you.

The happiest day
of my whole,
inglorious childhood.

All right,
you want to kid about it?
It's all right with me.

I'm gonna
track this guy down.

And then what?

This.

You'll never change,
will you?

You got no cause
for complaint.

When you needed me,
I was always there,
wasn't I?

Look, put that thing away.

And listen to me.

I want you to
go back to Barlow Creek.
Do nothing. Say nothing.

Let me look into
this matter in my own,
quiet way.

And if I need
you for anything,
I'll contact you.

Okay?

You're the boss, Arthur.

Isn't it touching
how a perfect murder

has kept our friendship
alive all these years?

You better believe it.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mr. Adamson.

There are two gentlemen
here to see you from
the police department.

Tell them
I'll be right out.

Jesus Christ, Eddie!

Wait here.

Arthur Adamson.
What can I do
for you gentlemen?

Sorry to bother you,
Mr. Adamson.

Andy Bush,
Bureau of Inspectors,

and this is
Lieutenant Peterson.

Hi.
My pleasure.

No doubt you've been
reading or hearing

about the
Constantine kidnapping.

Well, I have a confession
to make, Inspector.

When I heard of
the size of that stone,
my mouth watered.

Professionally speaking,
of course.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, just so you don't feel
discriminated against,
Mr. Adamson,

we're routinely covering
every gem dealer and
jewelry store in the city.

Well, I'm flattered.

Have you,
by any chance,

noticed anything
out of the ordinary,
Mr. Adamson?

Any unusual movement
of large or small stones

into the markets
these last few days?

Absolutely not.

I see.

I take it then
that you're going
on the assumption

that this ransom stone
has been cut up into
smaller gems?

That's correct, sir.

It makes
a lot of sense.

We think so.

If I may presume
to make a suggestion,
it seems to me

you gentlemen ought to be
covering the antique and
secondhand jewelry markets.

They buy from anyone.

Whereas we jewelers
buy exclusively on
the wholesale exchanges.

That's already being
done, Mr. Adamson.
Oh.

I think we've
taken up enough of
Mr. Adamson's time.

Well, I'm sorry I haven't
been able to be of more
help to you, gentlemen.

However, if I do hear of
any unusual transactions
in the marketplace,

I'll be sure
and contact you.

Yes, we'd appreciate that.
Much obliged.

Take care.

Goodbye, sir.

Good day.
And good luck.

Mrs. Clay, close up
as soon as you wish.

I have some work
to do in here,

and I'll let myself
out the back way.

Good night.
Good night.

Your friend,
Blanche Tyler,
is a spiritualist.

A spiritualist?

That's what it says
on her shingle.

Also, there's no one home.

A spirit is
never at home.
Get in.

What do you think
we should do?

We'll wait.

We still don't know
who the man is yet.

Yeah.

Must you?
Mmm-hmm.

That must be her.

That must be
the fellow with the pipe
who called on Maloney.

A cab driver.

Lumley.
Lumley, what's this?
Where are you going?

I'm going home
to my own bed where
I can get some sleep.

No, you're not.

Blanche, is that
all you've ever
got on your mind?

What are you
saving it for,
a rainy day?

Hey, honey, you never know
when you're gonna need it.

You're not being
friendly, Lumley.

Blanche,
I'm too pooped to pop.
I'd be useless to you.

You're always
useless to me!
(DOG BARKING)

You're always pooping out
when I need you most!
(CAR HORN HONKING)

...so we can collect
a huge sum of money.
You call that being useless?

You know what
I'm talking about.

Come on inside and
stop being difficult.

Not tonight, Josephine.
I'm out of here.

You're a fink!

If I'm a fink, honey,
you're an ungrateful bitch.

What about tomorrow?

What about it?

You've got important
work to do.

I want you to be sure
about Eddie Shoebridge.

See that you find him
and talk to him!

How many times
are you going to
tell me that? Huh?

And how many times
am I gonna have to
tell you

that tomorrow I have
to work in my cab?

So it'll wait
till Sunday.

You better give me
a quick synopsis.
I'm confused.

Simple. A cab driver
is shacked up

with a sex-starved medium
named Blanche Tyler.

And don't ask me why,

but apparently, they're
on the trail of some spook
named Eddie Shoebridge.

Fortunately, not on the
trail of your favorite
kidnapper and mine.

How can you
be so sure?

You did hear him
talk about collecting
a huge hunk of money.

Couldn't that be
the reward that's
on our heads?

You got yourself
a point there,
Frances, old girl.

And only time will tell
whether it's any good.

One thing's certain.

We're not going to
change our game plan.
Not now.

Buy me a drink, Arthur.

A shiny car.
A limousine?

Why does he drive
so fast, Henry?

What's that on the seat
beside him?

I hear the sound
of a baby crying.

Quick, Henry,
before he disappears
from view, ask...

Yes, I know.

I see him now.

The uniform.
A chauffeur.

Words.
Henry, I need words.

Who? The what?

(PANTING)

The Rainbird chauffeur?

Good heavens.
Old Michael O'Keefe,
our chauffeur.

BLANCHE: (GASPS)
Where is Michael going?

Henry, ask him
where he's taking
Harriet's baby.

Oh, more pictures are
coming in too fast.

I can hardly
make them out.

Henry, a graveyard,
a headstone?

I don't
like this, Henry.

A shoe. Bridge.

A shoe bridge?
Oh, don't do this
to me, Henry.

Speak to the chauffeur.

Oh, God,
something's burning.

The house. Quick, Henry.
The house is on fire.

Well, take me
away from here.

I don't want
to see this.

I can't bear the sound
of their awful screaming.

Go back to
the chauffeur, Henry.

Get Michael
into our presence.

Miss Rainbird
remembers him.

Yes, I remember.

And, Madame Blanche,
listen to me.

Can you hear me?

I've remembered
something else

that could be
terribly important.

Wait one minute, Henry,
before you go.

Miss Rainbird deserves
some kind of assurance
about Harriet's child.

He's a man by now,
and we have to know.

Is he happy, Henry?

Is he alive,
and well, and happy?

Well, if you can't,
you can't.

I certainly
can't force you.

Yes, of course
she'll understand.

Until next time then.
Goodbye.

Goodbye, my love.

What happened?

Don't you remember?

Not a blessed thing.

It doesn't matter now.

Listen, listen,
Madame Blanche.

Your Henry jogged
my memory of something
I'd completely forgotten.

When our poor
old chauffeur, Mike,

realized that
he was dying,

he wrote to me
and said there was
one person on Earth

who had promised
that he'd make it
his business

to know where
Harriet's son was
as long as he lived.

It was the parson
who baptized
the newborn baby.

And there's
an additional thing
I can tell you.

Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

500.

Not a penny.
Not even 100 for expenses.

It's all or nothing,
George,

until I can produce his name
and his present address.

Jesus, Blanche.

However, she gave me
a marvelous clue.

Here we go again.

No, here you go again.

To the man who might
tell you if Shoebridge
is dead or alive.

Yeah, who's that?

Bishop Wood at
St. Anselm's Cathedral.

Holy Christ, Blanche.

No, George, not him.

Bishop Wood at
St. Anselm's Cathedral.

He was a parson once,
and he baptized
the Shoebridge baby.

(CHOIR SINGING)

Excuse me.

(INAUDIBLE)

Sorry.

Do you know how
I could make a date
to see Bishop Wood?

If you want to make
the appointment today,

you'll have to make it
through the chaplain.

Which one is
the chaplain?

When the service is over,
I'll show you where to go.

Oh, dear.

(CONGREGATION MURMURING)

The bishop,
where are they taking him?

I don't know.
Do you think he's sick?

You know he's moving.
You sure
you gave him enough?

Just the usual dose.
He looks so harmless.

You know,
when I was a little kid
living in that village,

he always made me feel
like I was something evil.

And look at me now.

Well, I feel
years younger.

You know,
one more like this one today,
and we'll be naturally gray.

It was an incredible job.

You know, I really think
it's worth more than
a million.

Well, I'm sorry, darling,
but I'm not going back

and rewrite my
ransom note that I left
in my prayer book.

You'll have to be
a good sport and
settle for a million.

You were beautiful, Fran.
Just beautiful.

I was scared.

I told you it'd be
all right, didn't I?

People in church
are inhibited.

They don't jump up,
and run around,
and make a lot of noise.

They're all too
religiously polite.

Shall we go on
congratulating
ourselves,

or would you like to
talk about him now?

Who?

"Who." The man
with the pipe.

So you saw him
there then, huh?

Larger than life.

Larger than death,
you mean.

There's no doubt about
who he's after now.

What were you planning
to do about him, dear,

besides just not
telling me?

I'm not planning to do
anything about him.

Joe Maloney's been
itching for that job.
He's got it.

I'll phone him
as soon as we put our
guest in his quarters.

I was right about that
silly cab driver.

For once in my life,
I hate being right.

Well, how in the hell
could he have known
we were going to be there

when you and I are
the only two people
in the world who knew that?

(SIGHS)
I've got a thought.
It's a dumb one.

Well, say it.

Do you believe in ESP,

extra sensory perception,
all that sort of
psychic phenomena?

What do you mean?
Madame What's-Her-Name?

Blanche Tyler.

Jesus.

You and I know that
that's off the wall,

but can we afford
to be wrong?

I'm afraid our two
quarrelsome lovers

are going to have to
share a fatal accident.

Oh, my God.

But Maloney wouldn't
be willing to do that,
would he?

Of course he'd be
willing. Gladly.

He'd believe he was
protecting himself
and his old buddy.

Well, I don't want
to know about it. Okay?

Promise me, Arthur.

Come on, now, dear.

That's what's
so exciting
about all of this.

We move as one.
Everything together.
Nothing held back.

It was gross negligence,
losing him that way.

He was all we had.

I didn't lose him, Blanche.
He was kidnapped.

Why would anyone
want to do that
to a bishop?

For the ransom, dummy.
It's a million dollars.

I can't get over it.
You know that I was
right there.

Forget about the million.
What about our 10,000?

We've got nowhere
to go now, Lumley.

And what am I gonna
tell Miss Rainbird?

I suppose Henry and I are
going to have to exhaust
ourselves again

doing your work for you.

What do you mean,
my work?

My work is
driving a goddamn cab,
for Christ's sake.

And starting right this
minute, that's exact...
(PHONE RINGING)

That's exact what?
Go ahead.

Answer the telephone.

Hello? Who?

Mr. Maloney?
Barlow Creek?
Go ahead.

Hello.

Can you speak
a little louder,
Mr. Maloney?

I said I traced you
through the license plates
on that car

your lawyer friend
was driving.

I figured if you was still
looking for some dope
on Eddie Shoebridge,

I might have
something for you.
Oh.

How come you changed
your mind, Mr. Maloney?

I didn't say nothing
to your man,

'cause I felt it was
none of my business
and none of his,

but I been thinking
about it, and how
I could use the bread.

So for a little
consideration,

I'm willing to
lead you to someone

who knows
Eddie Shoebridge's wife.
It'll cost you a grand.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, don't be silly,
Mr. Maloney.

I have my lawyer
right here beside me,

and he says
he'll give you $100

provided it leads
to something.

Make it two.

All right.
It's a deal.

Where do we meet?

You and that
lawyer friend of yours,

you drive up and
meet me at Abe & Mabel's
in two hours.

Abe & Mabel's?

Yes, it's a cafe
up the road
to Mt. Sherman,

about five miles up
off Route 22.

You know where it is?
Yeah. Why so far away?

Can't we meet somewhere
more convenient?

Well, this party I'm gonna
take you to happens to be
up in that area.

I see.

Mr. Maloney, are you
admitting Edward Shoebridge
is still alive?

I ain't saying a thing
till I see the color
of your money.

In two hours.

What do you think?

Smells fishy to me.

I know.

But even fish
smells good when
you're starving to death.

What do we have to lose?
He's the only clue left.

You got $200 on you?

You know me
better than that.
Of course not.

Fix me
another one of these.

You don't need another one.
You already got one.

We only got two hours
to get there.

I'll eat in the car.
Come on.

You're impossible.

A couple of beers, please.

He must be late.

Thank you, dear.

You kids
sit over there.

Well, how was
Sunday school today?

Noisy.

Five Cokes, please.

We didn't make
any noise.

That's right.
That's why
you're here.

(BOY GIGGLES)

Don't blame me.

Did I say anything?

Hello.
I'm sorry I'm late.

I'll get you a chair.

That's all right.
I'll sit over here.

I'll join you.

Look at that.
Nice arrangement.

Don't be obscene, George.

Oh.

Thank you, my dear.

Just see that you keep
your head screwed on
straight, will you?

He's not coming.

Well, that's
the end of that.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

George,
what's the big hurry?

Just slow down a little,
will you, please?

I told you not to drive
so fast, George!

I don't know what's wrong.
The accelerator seems
to be sticking.

George, for God's sake,
slow up, will you?

I can't.

My hamburger's coming up.

(GRUNTING)
The accelerator is stuck.

Use the brakes!

They don't work.
What?

The brakes don't work.

What do you mean?

BLANCHE: No!

George!
Come on, woman.

Don't grab me,
for God's sake!

It's not me.
It's the brakes
don't work.

I'm getting
violently ill, George.

You're choking me, Blanche,
for Christ's sake!

George! Do something!

(HORN HONKING)

Put your foot down.

Grab the brake!
Reach down and
pull the hand brake.

Pull on it!
I am pulling!

Get your hands off
the steering wheel.
Now, pull on it!

I am pulling.
Pull it.

(GRUNTING)

Come on, Blanche.

Get your hand off
the goddamn wheel!

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

Get your
goddamn foot down!

Need to see to...

(HORNS HONKING)

I gotta get off
this road.

Blanche,
just hang on, baby.

(GRUNTS)

Wasn't that fun?

Damn you,
George Lumley!

What's the matter
with you?

It wasn't me.
It's Maloney.

He wasn't driving!

Of course,
he wasn't driving,

but he screwed up the car
and broke the brakes.

Maloney?
Yes.

What? Do you think
it's a coincidence,
Blanche? Huh?

Your car is gonna be out
of commission, looks like,
for a couple days.

So let's go find us
another way to get home.

George.
Are you all right?

I think so.
How about you?

I'm okay.

I'm sorry.

Do you really think
Maloney wanted us dead?
Mmm-hmm.

But why in the name of God
would anyone want to
do that to us?

I don't know,
but you can bet it
has something to do

with your mysterious friend,
Eddie Shoebridge.

Maloney's probably
got him buried
in his backyard.

Doesn't want us
to find out.

That way.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Hi there.
Sorry I'm late.

Congratulations on
the nice job you did
on our car, Maloney.

What are you two doing
standing in the middle
of the road?

You know perfectly well
what we're doing
on the road, Maloney.

You must be Blanche Tyler.
Pleased to meet you.

Where's your car?

Let's just say it ain't
exactly in running order.
You know what I mean?

Well, hop in.
I'll give you a lift
to the nearest station.

No, thank you.
We don't ride in hearses.

What do you think
I came up here for,
the fun of it?

And you want me to take you
to this party that knows
Eddie Shoebridge's wife?

Why don't you just
go ahead by yourself
this time, Maloney?

We'll skip it.

He's all charm.

Who's that?

That's Maloney.
He's after us.

Come on.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(JOE YELLING)

(CRASHING)

MAN: Hey, guys,
let's get the hell
out of here.

(EXPLOSION)

We better get the police.

And lose our $10,000?

(BELL CHIMES)

May I be of some help
to you, madam?

I'd like to see
some bracelets.

Any particular kind?

Do you have anything
with turquoise
or perhaps pearls?

Yes, please be seated.

Anything wrong
with our houseguest?

He's fine.

I gave him a very nice lunch
and a fresh bottle of wine.

Maybe one of these
will appeal to you?

Are those seed pearls?

That's right.

What are you
doing here?

These look like
freshwater pearls.

The message has
come through on KFAG.

They've located
the stone
we asked for.

In New York.
Harry Winston. 53 carats.

These are very nice.
How much are they?

$315, including tax.

When do we make
the pickup?

Tomorrow night, 9:30.

Good. Now go on home.

Would it be possible
for you to set these aside

so that I can
bring in my husband,
and he can look at them?

Of course, madam.

(SIGHS)
Now for the bad news.

Take a look at this.

Incompetent bastard.
He blew it.

Now we'll have to eliminate
these two ourselves.

Ourselves?

That's right.

Tomorrow night,
right after we
return our guest.

Oh, I can't.
You must.

Remember, share
and share alike.

You stop it! Stop it!

Did you decide
on this one?

Yeah, that'll be fine.

I'll have it
wrapped for you.
Thank you.

PRIEST: But it was more
than that, much more
than that,

that you left behind
as your precious gift
to life.

Yes, Joseph Maloney,
you were a generous man.

You gave of your
heart and soul.

You gave the very best
that was in you,

and no more than
that can be asked of
mortal man on this Earth.

You loved
your wife dearly.

You bestowed upon your
dear mother and father

all the care,
all the attention,

patience and comfort that
they needed in the sunset
of their lives.

And those of us
who are left behind to
grieve for you, Joseph,

can only bow to
the divine judgment
of our Lord

who has chosen to
take you away from us
in this cruel accident.

Oh, how great
the holiness of our God!

For He knoweth all things,

and there is not
anything save
He knows it.

And He cometh
into the world

that He may save all men
if they will harken
unto His voice.

For behold, He suffereth
the pains of all men,

yea, the pains of
every living creature,

both men, women,
and children,

who belong to
the family of Adam.

And he suffereth this
that the resurrection
might pass upon all men,

that all might stand
before him at the great
and judgment day.

Can't you
leave me alone?

Isn't it enough
that you killed him?

No, that's not so,
Mrs. Maloney.

It was the other way.

You. You started
it all coming here

and messing in things
that were none
of your business.

Now go away. Please!

Mrs. Maloney,
I have to talk to you.

He's dead and buried.
There's nothing to
talk about.

Why didn't
he want me looking
for Eddie Shoebridge?

I am not listening to you.
Get away from me!

Mrs. Maloney,
your husband
tried to kill me,

and you were in on it,
weren't you?

No.

Well, then why are you
always running away
from me? Is that why?

No.

Do you realize that
you are an accessory
to an attempted murder?

I had nothing
to do with that.
I don't know what you...

Perhaps the police would
think that you did have
something to do with it.

You want me to go to
the police about it?

For God's sake.
You wouldn't do that.

Look, just tell me.
Where is Eddie Shoebridge?

I can't.

Mrs. Maloney,
where is he?
Please tell me.

There is no
Eddie Shoebridge.

He went up in smoke
25 years ago and
came down in the city.

He calls himself
Arthur Adamson.

Arthur Adamson?

If he finds out
I told you,
he'll kill me.

Now, go away
and don't ever
come near me again.

Fake! Fake!

Well, wait a second now.
You're the one
that's exaggerating.

No, no, now, I'll give
you two or three days
maybe I missed,

but never
more than that.

Tell him
it's deeply important.

Go on. Stand up.

Why me? What makes you think
that it's me that ran up
all the extra mileage?

What about that
little asshole Herbie,

or Al, the one
on the day shift?

I understand.
I'll be there.

Yes, I promise
I'll be there.

The answer's no.

He says I must work
the shift, and I must
work it tonight.

And do me a favor,
Blanche.

Please don't give me
a hard time.

You didn't put up
much of a fight.

Hey, honey, look, after
all the goofing off I've
been doing on your behalf,

I'm within
a gnat's eyelash
of losing my cab

and getting kicked
right out of the company.

Lumley, you're thick!
You won't have to
drive a cab

if we can get this
thing over and done with
and collect the money.

If, darling, if.
You're always
giving me ifs.

I can't eat ifs
and neither can you

while Julia Rainbird and you
are waltzing around
in the great beyond.

I mean,
come on, sweetheart.

The least I can do
is show up for work
every now and then.

After all,
didn't I give you
the guy's name?

Yeah, but the phone book
is full of Arthur Adamsons.
Look at them.

It's very simple.
All you need to do is
find out the right one.

It's a snap.
The one that's
close to 40 years old

and trembles a little bit
at the name Eddie Shoebridge.

Easy.
We do that tomorrow.

Now would be much better.

A bird in the hand, Lumley.
Please.

Sweetheart, the only bird
that's gonna be in my hand,

and I'm very sorry
to say this,

is a steering wheel
from 4:00 to midnight.

Sure.
Why should I get a kiss?

Just when I was
beginning to think
you weren't impossible.

Maybe I'll do it
without you.

The hell you will!

Come on, now, Blanche.
Please.

This Shoebridge fellow's
gone to a lot of trouble
not to be found.

Now you got no idea
what kind of trouble
you could get into.

Yeah, well,
whatever it is,
he'll forget about it

when he hears
about the millions
he's coming into.

Blanche, come on.
Just sit down on your
pretty little behind.

And I must say,
it is quite an...

No, it is.
Very attractive
little behind.

And just wait
for me, okay?

And tonight when
I get home, we will...

Right. Very nice.
Plot our strategy.
Know what I mean, darling?

Who needs him?

(BUZZER BUZZING)

You wouldn't be
Arthur Adamson,
would you?

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Hello.
Are you Arthur Adamson?

Hey, Art!

Yeah?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

A. A?

I'm sorry.
We're just closing.

I understand.
I'm not shopping.
Is Mr. Adamson around?

No, I'm afraid not.
But if you come back
tomorrow...

All right. But just to be
sure I have the right
Mr. Adamson,

he is a gentleman
of about 40, I trust?

Yes, that's about right.

Oh, that's the first
encouraging news
I've had all afternoon.

Now isn't there someplace
I might reach him
without delay?

You mean tonight?
Yes.

Well, he usually
goes directly home
from here.

But tonight would be
very bad, because I believe
he's giving a party.

I know he left
unusually early
for some such reason.

Isn't there something
I can tell him for you
in the morning?

This is personal,
rather personal.

Oh, I see.

Perhaps you'd like
to leave him a note.

A note? Very good.

Yes. Come this way.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Is anything
the matter?

I was just thinking.
Instead of leaving
this note here,

it might be better
if I sent Mr. Adamson
a telegram tonight.

What's his address,
please?

Well, I don't...

It's all right.
We're friends.

1001 Franklin Street.
1001 Franklin.

Thank you very much.
You've been very kind.

You're a Capricorn,
aren't you?

No, I'm a Leo.

That's what I thought.

Pete, hi.

Hello, there,
Blanche, baby.

Have you seen George?

Yeah, he just left
a few minutes ago,
but he'll be back.

Took a party of four
out to River Valley.
River Valley?

Oh, dear.
That could take
all night.

Easily. What's up?

Would you give him
a message for me?
Sure thing.

Just tell him
I found him.

You found him?

That's right.
He lives at 1001 Franklin.

1001 Franklin.

That's where he lives,
and that's where
I'm going now.

You found him,
and that's where he lives,

and that's where
you're going now.

Thanks, Pete.
Any time, Blanche.

You wanna go over
the new pickup spot
once again?

I know it by heart.

Are you all right?

I will be.

You sure?

Have to be there at 9:30.
Let's get going.

Bishop Wood,
it's time to go.

Have you your
vestments on?

Yes, but I haven't
finished the chicken.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Your Excellency.

Now, here's what
I want you to do.

Place the armchair
in the center of the room,
facing away from the door,

and seat yourself in it.

You're going to be
comfortably put to sleep.

But it'll last only
for a short while.

Thank you very much.
You are most considerate.

Let me know
when you're ready.

By the way,
I haven't quite
finished that book

you were kind enough
to let me have.

May I take it along?

With our fingerprints on it?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Nice try,
Your Excellency.

Thank you.
Don't bother then.
I'm ready.

All right,
I'll be turning
your light off now.

(GRUNTS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

We mustn't be late.
See who it is
and be careful.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(WHISPERING) It's her.
That woman, Blanche Tyler.

(WHISPERING)
This is incredible!

Is that
cab driver with her?

She's alone.

If I didn't have to make
this pickup in 35 minutes...

Well, what are we
going to do?

Nothing!

Until later tonight.

She's gone.

Come on.
Let's go.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

I thought you said...
I know.

Mr. Adamson?

Watch him.

Oh, Mr. Adamson.
How lucky I am not
to have missed you.

Apparently, you didn't
hear me at the front door.

Apparently.

I am Madame Blanche Tyler,
the spiritualist.

Good evening, honey.

Madame Blanche, I wonder
if I might suggest you

to remove your car
from our driveway.

You see,
we're terribly late
for an appointment.

Yes, when you hear why
I've come, Mr. Adamson.

Or should I say Shoebridge?

You won't mind
being late at all.

My dear lady,
I know exactly why
you've come here.

How could you?

And exactly why
you and your friend,
that cab driver...

You know George?

...have been
sniffing along my trail

like two little
eager bloodhounds
these past few weeks.

I had no idea,
Mr. Adamson.

Well, all right,
Madame Blanche,
you found me.

Music to my ears.

And I'm perfectly willing
to listen to your demands,
whatever they might be,

but not right now.

No demands, Mr. Adamson.
No, no, no! Hardly that.

Julia Rainbird
wants nothing from you

but the privilege
of making you heir

to the entire
Rainbird fortune.

The whole, lovely
millions and millions of it.

Now if she made
any demands at all,
they were on me to find you.

Through psychic means,
of course.

Let me
get this straight.

Is that the only reason
you and your friend

have been,
shall we say,
investigating me?

Oh, yes, and don't think
it's been easy.

Oh, Mr. Adamson,
you've given George and me
the devil's own time of it.

Tracing you from
a foundling baby

to a young boy
named Shoebridge
to a man named Adamson.

Oh, but, Mr. Adamson,
here you are. Here I am.

It's a happy moment
for us all, isn't it?

(FRAN GASPS)

It's the bishop.

Does anyone know
that you've come here?

No one, no.

Anyone? No, no.

No. Not a soul.

Not even George, so...

You have nothing
to worry about,
Mr. Adamson.

I promise.

I won't breathe
a word to anyone.

It looks like Miss Tyler
needs some rest.

Will you do as I say?

No. No.

(GROANING)

Unlock the door.

Cheer up, Fran.

Let's go get
the new diamond
for our chandelier.

Wow. (CHUCKLES)

It's gorgeous.

And now for
Madame Blanche.

(HORN HONKING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Oh, my God.

Blanche?

(GARAGE DOOR OPENING)

(GARAGE DOOR CLOSING)

(CAR DOORS OPENING
AND CLOSING)

ARTHUR: If I'm
talking too much,

perhaps it's because
you're not talking at all.

It's my stomach, Arthur.

Murder doesn't
agree with it.

You think
I'm looking
forward to it?

If Joe Maloney had been
more efficient, they'd
both be dead by now.

FRAN: You can have
my share, Arthur.

You can keep both diamonds
all to yourself if you'll
just end it.

ARTHUR: I'll tell you
what I'll do.

If you help me
carry Sleeping Beauty

up out of the cellar
and load her into our car,

and drive her out
to some deserted road

where a suicide
can take place,

I promise you we'll talk
this thing over. Okay?

What about
the cab driver?

Well, if she was
able to find us,
I'm sure he can, too.

He'll walk
right into our hands.

Your hands, Arthur,
not mine.

Don't you think
we ought to go down
and take a look at her?

It's been a while
since we gave her
that shot.

You do it.
Okay.

You'll be happy to know
she's still unconscious.

Blanche.

Shh!

I'll put this end
in her exhaust pipe

and the other end
in the window.

That way,
it'll look like suicide.

Better go
and get her now.

I'll take her in our car.
You follow in hers.

You take hold
of her feet.

Jesus, she's heavy.

(SCREAMING)

George!

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

Got them.

Blanche, you faked
that one beautifully.

You are still the champ.

Thank you, George.

Do you realize
how much the reward is
for those two?

(CHUCKLING)

Yes. But do you realize
how much more the reward
would be

if we could find
the diamonds
and turn them in?

What's the matter
with you?

Blanche,
what's the matter?

What is it?

Blanche, you did it!
You are psychic!

What am I doing here
on the stairs?

You're not a fake.
You actually found one.
Look.

I did?

Now, I'll get
the police on the phone
and give them our good news,

and call Miss Rainbird
and give her the bad.

Operator,
can I have the police?