Family Plot Page #3

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.

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