Family Plot Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 120 min
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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.
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
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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