Death Spa Page #2

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you're VHS.

Hey, hop aboard.

We're due to make land

in a week.

Thanks.

We're like two ships

that pass in the night.

And one...

And one, bounce it out.

And one, come on now.

All the way down.

Come on, stretch it out.

To the side, one...

And up.

Then back and up.

Here we go.

And up and back, come on.

Up and back.

How about a vegi shake,

Rhonda.

Sure.

I mean, it's kind of

creepy and all.

On Monday,

Laura gets gassed

and on Tuesday,

the diving board collapses.

Oh, this thing.

Ah!

Oh my God.

Ha, I got you.

It's just a tomato.

That's sick.

Here's your shake.

Uh, sorry.

I lost my appetite.

Back and forth, come on.

Yeah, that's it, all right.

Up in the air.

Yes, come on.

Good jumping today.

All right.

All right. Let's do

the combination,

center floor, first group.

Come on.

Yeah.

What's with the

goddamn bird's nest?

It's a pretty sick joke

considering she's your sister.

What are you talking about?

Whatever you're trying to pull,

you're not going to

get away with it.

You know, Michael,

you need medical attention.

Just watch yourself

or you're going to need

medical attention.

What are you wearing

for Mardi Gras?

Do you think Snow White

might be pressing my luck?

Hey, turn the

goddamn lights back on.

Ooh, not bad, honey.

Can you get us some

men in here, too?

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Are you two all right?

Yeah, but to tell you

the truth, Michael,

this place could use

better maintenance.

Yeah, who needs weight

reduction through terror?

I'm sorry about the showers.

I want to extend your

memberships for three months,

no charge.

Drop by my office and I'll

take care of it personally.

Do you think you can

handle both of us

after jazz class tomorrow?

Well, I can sure

have fun trying.

Alright,

I'll see you tomorrow.

What's it look like in there?

It's calming down.

Darla's cut isn't serious

and Marci should be

out in a second.

She's pretty shaken up,

but she's going to be all right.

Why did you come back to the

club the night Laura got hurt?

I forgot my purse.

Lucky for her you did.

Ahoy there.

How's it going, Freddie?

- Hello, Robert.

- Sparta.

Resistance is set

at 1 20 pounds.

Anyone seen the white whale?

Increase to 1 30 pounds.

Increase to 140 pounds.

Increase to 1 50 pounds...

Help...come here, somebody!

Help me!

Help!

- Let go of it!

- I can't!

Increase to 350 pounds...

Increase to 360 pounds...

Ugh...ugh...

Tom, the guy is

torn to pieces.

You put those

machines on manual

and you're going to end

what's unique about the club.

The computer had nothing

to do with the accident.

That system of yours

means more to you

than people's lives,

doesn't it?

This system is a marvel.

It made the club a success.

You can't blame the computer for

tiles flying off shower walls.

The computer doesn't

control tiles for Christ's sake.

All right, all right, all right.

Mike, the other partners and

I agree that it is vital that

nothing ruin the success of the

Mardi Gras party Saturday night.

I mean, we had a 20% increase

in membership last year

due to that party.

Now, you put these

machines on manual

and half the stuff

isn't going to work.

I say we shut the

system down now.

I'll make a bargain with you.

The day after the party,

you want to shut down

the whole damn club

for remodeling,

I'll back you 100% .

That won't be necessary.

Mike, it's going to be okay.

You got to trust me

on this one, buddy.

All right.

Aren't you supposed to

be picking up Laura

at the hospital?

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Hmm, sure beats hospital food.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Hmm, that's not fair.

I can't see a kiss coming.

I may never take

these bandages off.

I want you to

move in with me.

Only on one condition.

What?

We take a drive by the club

so I can pick up my things.

See you, have fun.

What are you doing tonight?

You want to come with us?

- Yeah.

- Goodnight.

- What time?

- Oh, about an hour or so.

See you later.

I'll come over

and pick you up.

- I'll meet you.

- Okay, great.

- See you. Bye-bye.

- See you later.

They're going to

lock you in, Marci.

Don't worry about me.

I'll get out.

Ah!

Ow...

I'm not much help

to you, am I?

Do you see the one with

number 22 on the door?

Oh yes, here.

Okay.

Give me a minute

to get to my office

so I can turn the

security lock off

and then you can open.

I'm not going anywhere.

Michael?

Who is it?

Michael?

Hi, Michael.

How do you like my costume?

Bad taste, Darla.

Whenever I'm in the club

and even sometimes

when I'm in this house,

I feel a presence.

It's Catherine.

Even in death,

she still has a hold on you.

I feel like she's

reaching out somehow

and causing all this trouble.

It's the dreams,

the accidents,

and those messages

on my computer.

I don't know.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

This cigarette case

was found in the rubble

of the mansion

in upstate New York that

burnt to the ground

under mysterious circumstances

at the turn of the century.

It belonged to the

matriarch of the family

who had come over from Europe

in the middle 1 7th century

and built the first

house on the site.

Oh, she was murdered by

her youngest daughter,

beheaded with an ax.

Four subsequent houses

have burned to the ground.

There is no longer a house.

The present owner has tried to

farm the land on which it stood

but nothing will grow.

It is a barren,

dead piece of earth.

Cigarette?

I don't smoke.

What I've just demonstrated

is called psychometry,

the ability to acquire,

while in contact with an object,

paranormal knowledge

of its history

or facts about its present

or previous owners.

How does this all help me?

You did bring an object

belonging to your late wife,

Mr. Evans?

Ah, Catherine.

Ah, and a beautiful

marriage it was, too,

until she went into labor

with your child

and something happened

to her lower spine,

a cripple growing

progressively more bitter

and depressed.

Jealous, too. Of you?

Without justification.

After she lost the baby,

I couldn't reason with her.

And then, one day,

she went into the garden,

doused herself with gasoline

and set herself on fire,

burned to unrecognizable ashes.

All of which was in

the news a year ago.

You're going to have to do

better than that, Dr. Moray.

Ah...

A bird's nest.

That's what she thought

of your family,

like a bird building its nest,

the mama bird,

the papa bird,

and the baby.

Then why would

she kill herself?

You work in this

business long enough,

you see things.

After she died, I didn't

give a damn about anything.

Laura came along, pulled me

out of it, but it just--

But afraid to build

another nest.

Exactly.

But now, you think that your

late wife is trying to kill you?

Well...somebody could be

trying to drive me crazy.

For what purpose?

My brother-in-law,

Catherine's twin.

He hates my guts.

Hmm.

Why don't I come

down to your club?

You can say I'm an

insurance investigator.

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