Family Plot Page #6

to make it through the chaplain.

Which one is the chaplain?

When the service is over,

I'll show you where to go.

Oh, dear.

You know he's moving.

You sure you gave him enough?

Just the usual dose.

He looks so harmless.

When I was a little kid

living in that village,

he always made me feel

like I was something evil.

- And look at me now.

- I feel years younger.

You know, one more

like this one today,

and we'll be naturally gray.

It was an incredible job.

I really think it's won'th

more than a million.

I'm sorry, darling,

but I'm not going back...

and rewrite my ransom note

that I left in my prayer book.

You'll have to be a good sport

and settle for a million.

You were beautiful, Fran.

Just beautiful.

I was scared.

I told you it'd

be all right, didn't I?

People in church are inibited.

They don't jump up and run

around and make a lot of noise.

They're all

too religiously polite.

Shall we go on

congratulating ourselves,

or would you like

to talk about him now?

- Who?

- "Who."

The man with the pipe.

So you saw him there,

huh?

Larger than life.

Larger than death,

you mean.

There's no doubt about

who he's after now.

What were you planning

to do about him, dear,

besides just not telling me?

I'm not planning

to do anything about him.

Joe Maloney's been

itching for that job.

He's got it.

I'll phone him as soon as we

put our guest in his quarters.

I was right about

that silly cab driver.

For once in my life

I hate being right.

Well, how in the hell

could he have known

we were going to be there...

when you and I are the only

two people in the worid

who knew that?

I've got a thought.

It's a dumb one.

Say it.

Do you believe

in E.S.P.?

Extra sensory perception,

all that psychic phenomena?

What do you mean?

Madame What's-her-name?

Blanche Tyler.

Jesus.

You and I know that that's

off the wall, but, uh,

can we afford to be wrong?

I'm afraid our two quarrelsome

lovers are going to have to

share a fatal accident.

Oh, my God.

But Maloney wouldn't be

willing to do that,

would he?

Of course he'd be willing.

Gladly.

He'd believe he was protecting

himself and his old buddy.

I don't want to know

about it. Okay?

Promise me, Arthur.

Come on, now, dear.

That's what's so exciting

about all of this.

We move as one.

Everything together.

Nothing held back.

It was gross negligence,

losing him that way.

He was all we had.

I didn't lose him.

He was kidnapped.

Why would anyone want

to do that to a bishop?

For the ransom, dummy.

It's a million dollars.

I can't get over it.

You know, I was right there.

Tsk. Oh, forget about

the million.

What about out 10,000?

We've got nowhere

to go now, Lumley.

What am I gonna tell

Miss Rainbird?

I suppose Henry and I are going

to have to exhaust ourselves

again doing your work for you.

What d'ya mean, my work?

My work is driving

a goddamn cab,

for Christ's sake.

And startir right

this minute, that's exact...

That's exact what?

Go ahead.

Answer the telephone.

Hello? Who?

Mr. Maloney?

Barlow Creek?

Go ahead.

Hello.

Can you speak a little louder,

Mr. Maloney?

I said I traced you through

the license plates on that car

your lawyer friend was driving.

I figured if you was still

lookir for some dope

on Eddie Shoebridge,

I might have

somethir for you.

Oh.

How come you changed your mind,

Mr. Maloney?

I didn't say nothir to your man

'cause I felt it was none of

my business and none of his,

but I been thinkir about it

and how I could use the bread.

So for a little consideration,

I'm willing to lead you

to someone...

who knows

Eddie Shoebridge's wife.

It'll cost you a grand.

Oh, don't be silly,

Mr. Maloney.

I have my lawyer

right here beside me,

and he says

he'll give you $100

provided it leads to something.

Make it two.

Oh... All right.

It's a deal.

Where do we meet?

You and that

lawyer friend of yours,

you drive up and meet me

at Abe and Mabel's

in two hours.

Abe and Mabel's?

It's a cafe up the road

to Mt. Sherman,

about five miles

off Route 22.

You know where it is?

Yeah.

Why so far away?

Can't we meet somewhere

more convenient?

This party I'm gonna

take you to happens to be

up in that area.

I see. Mr. Maloney, are you

admitting Edward Shoebridge

is still alive?

I ain't sayir a thing

till I see the color

of your money, in two hours.

What d'ya think?

Smells fishy to me.

I know.

But even fish smells good

when you're starving to death.

What have we got to lose?

He's the only clue left.

You got $200 on you?

You know me better than that.

Of course not.

Fix me another one of these.

You don't need another one.

You already got one. We only

got two hours to get there.

- I'll eat it in the car.

- Come on.

You're impossible.

A couple of beers,

please.

He must be late.

Thank you, dear.

You kids sit over there.

How was Sunday school

today?

Noisy.

Five Cokes, please.

We didn't make any noise.

That's right.

That's why you're here.

Don't blame me.

Did I say anything?

Hello.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I'll get you a chair.

That's all right.

I'll sit over here.

I'll join you.

Look at that.

Nice arrangement.

Don't be obscene,

George.

Oh.

Thank you, my dear.

Just see that you keep you head

screwed on straight, will you?

Ah!

He's not coming.

Well, that's

the end of that.

George, what's

the big hurry?

Just slow down a little,

will ya, please?

I told you not to drive

so fast, George!

I don't know what's wrong.

The accelerator seems

to be sticking.

George, for God's sake,

slow up, will ya?

I can't.

My hamburger's coming up.

The accelerator...

is stuck.

Use the brakes!

They don't work.

What?

The brakes don't work.

What do you mean?

George!

Come on, woman. Don't

grab me, for God's sake!

It's not me.

It's the brakes don't work.

I'm getting violently ill,

George.

You're chokir me, Blanche,

for Christ's sake!

George!

Do something!

Grab the brake!

Reach down and pull

the hand brake.

Pull on it!

I am pulling!

Get your hands off

the steering wheel.

Pull on it!

I am pulling.

Pull it.

Come on.

Get your hand off

the goddamn wheel!

I gotta get off this road.

Blanche, just hang on.

Wasrt that fun?

Damn you,

George Lumley!

What's the matter with you?

It wasrt me.

It's Maloney.

He wasrt driving!

Of course, but he screwed up

the car and broke the brakes.

Maloney?

Yes.

You think it's

a coincidence, Blanche?

Huh?

Your car... is gonna be

out of commission

for a couple days.

So let's go find us

another way to get home.

George.

Are you all right?

Mm-hmm. I think so.

How about you?

I'm okay. I'm sorry.

Do you really think

Maloney wanted us dead?

Mm-hmm.

Why, in the name

of God, would anyone

want to do that to us?

I don't know,

but you can bet is has something

to do with your mysterious

friend, Eddie Shoebridge.

Maloney's probably got him

buried in his backyard.

Doesrt want us to find out.

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