Family Plot Page #2

to find someone

who has so little use

for money.

Thank you.

Well, now, I regard

our arrangement as completed.

I... It's my bedtime.

I must take leave

of your delightful company.

This has been

a most memorable evening

for me, Miss Rainbird.

See to it that you

make it a rewarding one.

At the risk

of repeating myself,

I hope

you will not forget...

that nobody,

absolutely no one,

should know

of our search.

The Rainbird name

must be protected.

My jaw is locked.

On that note, I will

say good-bye, and

thank you for coming.

So, how'd it go?

I don't know.

Having to do Henry

is murder on my throat.

Murder.

Yeah, yeah.

I know.

- So how did it go?

- She's hooked,

waiting to be pulled in.

Another one

of your $25 sardines?

No. This is a big one,

George. A great big whale.

Well, come on. Give.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Don't rush me.

Okay, Blanchie.

Start way up

at the top.

Well, it was as simple

as A-B-C. Henry came to me

from the Upper Brightness,

whispered to me,

"This womars been having

sleep problems."

From there on, things

followed naturally, logically.

Aha! So I came

through for you again,

didn't I, darlir?

No. What are you

talking about, George?

What do you mean,

what am I talking about?

You know damn well

what I'm talkir about.

All that information

that I dug up by gabbir

to the local druggist...

about how she was

drivir him crazy...

tryir to get sleeping pills

without a prescription!

That could have been

very, very useful to me.

Why didn't you

tell me about that?

What do you mean, why didn't

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

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