Family Plot Page #2

I tell you? I told you.

You know damn well I told you.

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 hang 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 yourjealousy.

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 ten big ones?

Now, wait a minute,

Blanche.

- Did you say ten big ones?

- Mm-hmm.

Ten thousand?

Mm-hmm.

- Dollars?

- Dollars, George!

Now, Blanche,

you got any idea...

what you and I could do

with ten grand?

Mm-hmm. We could

even get married.

What are you always

a wet blanket for?

Oh, you flatter me so.

Well, what's the deal?

What do we have to do?

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.

Ah... nobody knows.

Well, who is he?

That's a problem.

Nobody knows.

Where is he?

- Nobody knows.

Well, for chrissake!

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 talkir.

Now we're on our way.

Trouble is... Well,

he's been dead

for 25 years.

Oh, for chrissake, Blanche...

Oh, 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.

As a matter of fact,

uh, on this very evening,

you're gonna see

a standing ovation.

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.

You've been

calling yourself"The Trader,"

so we thought you were a man.

I think

we deserve some assurance

that the victim is still alive.

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 goir?

Not one goddamn mistake.

How far

are we going?

It's lucky for you

they've 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.

Golf course, huh?

Brilliant.

Absolutely perfect.

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,

uh, we know?

Two men who look

like police and a third

who just had to be F.B.I.

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.

Mm. 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, darlir.

Mr. Constantine has

left us some wine.

I don't think he likes

the imported stuff.

Uh... 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 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.

B*tch.

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, is it...

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 Doctor 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?

Mm-mm.

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.

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!

I intend to.

In a few minutes.

Now, with all due

respect to the F.B.I. 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 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?

It was a prick in my shoulder.

I started to turn.

Eh...

And I woke up

in a room.

Yes, and what did you hear?

Inside or outside?

The room was soundproofed.

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