Family Plot Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 120 min
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- You'll never change, will you?
- You got no cause to complain.
- When you needed me, I was
always there, wasrt 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?
-
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.
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.
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 that you're
going on the assumption...
that this, uh,
"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 ought
to be covering the antique
and secondhand jewelry markets.
They buy from anyone, whereas
we jewelers buy exclusively
on the wholesale exchanges.
Mr. Adamson.
Oh!
I think
we've taken up enough
of Mr. Adamsors time.
Well, I'm sorry
I haven't been able to be
of more help to you.
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.
Good-bye, sir.
Good day.
And good luck!
Mrs. Clay, close up as
soon as you wish. I have
some work to do in here.
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.
Get in.
What do you think
we should do?
We'll wait. We still don't
know who the man is yet.
Must you?
Mm-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 ya goir?
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?
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.
when I need you!
... we can collect a huge sum of
money,:
You call that useless?You know what I'm talking about.
Come on inside and
stop being difficult.
Not tonight, Josephine.
I'm outta here.
You're a fink!
If I'm a fink, you're
an ungrateful b*tch.
What about tomorrow?
What about it?
You've got important work to do.
I want you to be sure
about Eddie Shoe...
-
- Talk to him!
How many times are you
going to tell me that?
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.
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.
Couldrt that be the reward
that's on our heads?
You got yourself a point
there, Francs, old girl.
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.
Ask... Yes, I know.
I... see him now.
The uniform.
A chauffeur.
What?
Henry, I need words.
Who?
The what?
The Rainbird chauffeur?
Good heavens.
Old Michael O'Keefe,
our chauffeur.
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.
Take me away from here.
I don't want to see this.
I can't bear the sound
Go back to the chauffeur, Henry.
Get Michael into our presence.
Yes, I remember.
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?
If you can't,
you can't.
I certainly
can't force you.
Yes. Of course
she'll understand.
Until next time, then.
Good-bye.
Good-bye, my love.
- What happened?
- Don't you remember?
- Not a blessed thing.
- Oh, 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 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.
Five hundred.
Not a penny. Not even
a hundred 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.
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.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Do you know how
I could, uh, make a date
to see Bishop Wood?
If you want to make the
appointment today, you'll have
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