Family Plot
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 120 min
- 640 Views
Someone is here.
Not closely.
Not willingly.
I feel a holding back.
What's the trouble, Henry?
Too many memories,
too much pain.
Too... much... sorrow.
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.
H- How did you know
about my troubled sleep?
Who told you?
like this much longer.
I- 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.
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.
Oh, 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.
What's wrong? What is it?
She says,
"I've waited so long...
"to hear from you, Julia.
I've been so unappy
without you."
It is you, Harriet.
Oh, I'm so sorry!
I- I should never
have made you do it.
Oh, 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...
I'll make him one of us.
And give him everything.
Everything!
Far away.
So far, far away.
Bu-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.
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.
We understand him.
Don't we, Miss Rainbird?
Oh, yes. Yes, I do.
I'm willing to do
anything. Anything at all.
In the end, there
will be happiness.
From the tears of the past,
the desert of the heart
will bloom.
Good-bye, Julia Rainbird!
Good-bye, Blanche.
Good-bye.
Madame Blanche!
Are you all right?
Oh. It was...
What in the worid's
been going on here?
I feel as though I've
been properly done over.
Don't you remember
what happened?
Mm-mm.
Not the details,
Miss Rainbird, only the gist,
if you know what I mean.
Suppose you give me
the gist of it.
Oh well, I wonder...
Could I trouble you
for a sip of something?
Ju-Just...
Oh, of course.
What would you like?
Oh, a double shot
of anyth...
A spot of that sherry
might be nice.
Oh, yes. Of course.
Thank you.
- Now, tell me what
you remember of the seance.
- In a nutshell?
Please.
Well...
About 40 years ago,
you arranged to have...
your sister Harriet's
baby given away
without a trace.
And now your bad dreams
and 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 a... 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.
A 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.
Te...
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 worid 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.
I... 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 good-bye, 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 A-B-C. Henry came to me
from the Upper Brightness,
whispered to me,
"This womars been having
sleep problems."
From there on, things
followed naturally, logically.
Aha! So I came
through for you again,
didn't I, darlir?
No. What are you
talking about, George?
What do you mean,
what am I talking about?
You know damn well
what I'm talkir about.
All that information
that I dug up by gabbir
to the local druggist...
about how she was
drivir him crazy...
tryir 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
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