I Bury the Living Page #5
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- 1958
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Let me know.
Well, Bob, I see you followed
our wishes to the letter.
Come on, now.
I'll drive you home before
you catch pneumonia.
You three men made
a terrible contribution
to this town tonight,
whether you meant to or not.
I'm not going anywhere,
Uncle George.
I'm staying right here.
Well, I'll... I'll admit that, uh...
What with, uh, Charlie
and Bill going so suddenly...
Charlie and Bill and Henry
and lsham and Beth and Stu.
Stop looking at the map.
You're looking at it!
I'm looking at you.
And we're both waiting, aren't we, Uncle George?
Waiting to see if you escape.
Escape dying?
Nobody escapes that, my boy.
The only question is how long?
The only question is does a man die
in his own time or in the map's?
So far, everyone's
been forced to conform
to its schedule.
Everyone but you.
That puts me back on schedule.
My own schedule.
Well, if it makes you feel any better.
Let me tell you something...
From now on, if you want to see me,
you're going to have to
come down to the store.
I won't make another special trip
on your account.
The next time I see you, George,
we'll both be right here.
Desk.
Homicide.
Homicide.
This is Robert Kraft
out at Immortal Hills.
Clayborne speaking.
Lieutenant, my uncle just left here.
I think under the circumstances,
is put a man on
to watch over him,
no matter how ridiculous
the situation seems to you.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Kraft.
We'll take care
of it right away.
He's wearing an overcoat
over his robe and pajamas.
We put a description on the wire
quite some time ago.
Then, you do think
there's danger.
Sergeant, Kraft, George M.,
driving East on Bunker Hill.
Probable destination,
Manor Apartments...
We'll have your uncle
safe and sound
in 10 minutes, Mr. Kraft.
You'll hear from me.
Are you sure your uncle
was out there tonight?
You didn't just think
you saw him?
I told you he just left here.
That was two hours ago
and no sign of him anyplace.
I put out an all-points
after the first hour.
He's not on the road,
and he's not home.
Hold the wire, lieutenant.
You better come out, lieutenant.
He's still here.
O, where have you
been all the day?
Randal, my son
o, where have you
been all the day?
Andy!
Someone
I been out huntin', mother
I been out huntin', mother
make my bed soft, mother
make my bed soon
for I'm sick...
Andy!
McKee, I'm gonna
burn that stuff
in the greenhouse
if this heater doesn't
work by tonight.
Bobby, it took a whole
lifetime of collection
for me to get
the whole caboodle here.
And see here, you haven't
even touched your food.
Man, you've got to eat
if you want to keep above the ground.
Ah, lights for me, Bobby.
Of course, I cannot answer
for what happens after sundown.
Better wait in the car.
Irresistible, huh?
Aren't I crazy?
Completely.
I'll never change, I'm afraid.
Annie, uh, I'll see you later?
Bob, please.
I take it back.
What?
That day in the car...
I did see you,
and I did hear you.
I really did.
I should never have denied it.
It's all right, Annie.
I'll see you later.
Do you have a party
named Jacob Mittel
someplace on the map?
M-i-t-t-e-l.
The importer? Sure.
You know him?
Yeah.
We contact the French
designers through Mittel.
As a matter of fact,
he's in Paris now.
Better strike him out.
Jay?
Go ahead.
How did he die?
He isn't dead.
At least, not yet.
I know what you're
thinking, Mr. Kraft.
You're thinking
that we tricked you
into killing Jacob Mittel.
Well, you're 100 percent right,
so try to relax, huh?
This one's on the police.
You see, Jacob Mittel's
in the prime of life.
No previous major
illnesses, no record,
life expectancy exceptionally good.
He's in Paris with
all that ocean water
to protect him from this mess.
Up until now,
all the deaths
have been confined
to the local area.
If it strikes somebody
on another continent,
then, we've really
found something.
I knew I should have
gotten rid of those
pins four days ago.
Even the map.
The whole thing. Out!
What I want to know
is what are you
going to tell the
District Attorney
is responsible for these deaths?
We gave this case a real
full-dress investigation,
Mr. Kraft.
Questioned you and
all the other suspects
and witnesses until
the point of comedy.
Found nothing.
No motive, no opportunity,
no suspect, no crime, no weapon.
Except seven pins went in...
And the seven people died.
Not one... seven.
Who put in those pins?
You did. All seven.
Other chairmen and so on
have been putting pins
in that map for years
and nothing happened.
But... with me...
It isn't impossible for
a certain kind of man
to be endowed with powers
that nobody had ever
dreamed he could have.
A lot of scientists claim that.
Maps and pins can't kill alone,
the power of a human brain
has to be behind them.
Like in the Indies,
I guess.
Those voodoo dolls
you hear about.
Witch doctor sticks
pins in the thing
until the guy in question
is jinxed into dying.
Of course, I...
I know you didn't mean
to kill anybody.
I have to get back.
You'll hear from me
the minute we get word.
I think I best be
running along, too.
Bob...
I think so.
I destroyed them.
Something in me killed them.
Something in me...
But I... I couldn't refuse the job.
[Scoffs]
Not a man with my reasoning power.
Power...
If I have the power of death
using the black pins...
Then I must have
the power of life
using the white ones.
[Rumbling]
[Rumbling]
This is the cemetery.
That's right.
This is Rosemond Mittel.
Rosemond, I don't... yes.
Can't you hear me?
This is Rosemond Mittel, Jay's wife.
Rosemond. Yes.
I... just received a cable, Bob.
Can't you hear me?
You just received a cable
from Paris, France.
That's right.
I'll read it again.
"Regret to inform you,
Jacob W. Mittel died in
Hotel Royale."
"Body awaits disposition."
"Signed, American embassy,
Paris, France."
That's right. He died there.
Died in Paris, France.
Died.
Jacob W. Mittel.
Impossible.
Impossible.
He cannot be dead.
What? What?
You still think that
thing's the killer?
Or your own puny power, Mr. chairman?
The only power you
or that map ever had
was me, so as far as killing goes...
You... you marked them
for death, Mr. chairman,
but who did the deed?
Andrew McKee.
Oh, Andy, why?
You and your high and
mighty committee,
turning out a man with
40 years of service
on the grounds.
40 years.
I told you, Andy, a full pension.
It isn't a cash that
keeps a man going, lad,
what keeps his feet
on the ground,
and keeps him on the job
till the Lord makes him quit.
The Lord...
But nobody else.
This is my house, my lands,
my activities.
Aye, we come a long dark road
to put this gun to your head, Bob.
Andy, we never tried
to take anything
away from you.
Aye. I made sure of that.
I snuck up on each one
of them in turn
when they was alone
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