Family Plot Page #5

the first victim, you know.

There have been others.

All right, all right.

But from me, you'll learn

absolutely nothing.

You never know.

I know.

All right.

Floyd?

Now.

The underground garage.

Full of cars.

Sounds?

- People, behind me.

- Was it a man,

or was it a woman?

I don't know.

Man or woman?

- Man.

- Then what?

It was a prick in my shoulder.

I started to turn.

Eh...

And I woke up

in a room.

Yes, and what did you hear?

Inside or outside?

The room was soundproofed.

I never heard anything

except a disembodied voice

of a loudspeaker.

- Describe it.

- But I've already done that.

Again!

It was the voice

of a man, no accent.

- Doctored up electronically.

Unrecognizable.

- How many of them were there?

Two. A man and a woman.

Why do you say that?

Because the faintest light

filtered down from above.

But not enough

to give me a chance

to see who they were.

- Yes, and who did the cooking?

- She did.

Why?

Because a man would not

bother to put the parsley...

on the filet of sole,

that's why.

- How old is she?

- Come on, now. Please.

How old is she?

Twenty-five.

- Why?

- Why?

Because if a man my age

is gonna get kidnapped

by a woman,

he wants her

to be 25, that's why.

- Describe your return.

- The return.

The disembodied voice

tells me to sit with

my back to the door.

The light goes out,

the door opens,

they both come in.

I feel a prick

in my left arm.

The next thing I know,

I wake up

in that hospital bed...

with you sitting there,

thinking up questions!

Thank you, Mr. Constantine.

You're doing great.

- That's what you think.

- All right, let's start

all over again.

Aw, sh*t!

Why, Henry, you have such

a beaming smile on your face.

I smile because

I'm happy, Blanche.

It comes through you, Blanche,

from your friend, Ida Cookson.

I'm her guide, Henry.

Friendship can be claimed only

when it cannot be denied.

Tell Ida Cookson

we're all thankful here...

for the warm tranquility

in her heart.

It will grow even warmer

as she trusts in you,

and confides in you, and holds

back no secrets from you...

be they her own, or those

of her intimate friends.

Did you hear that,

Mrs. Cookson?

Yes, Madame Blanche.

Henry, I want you

to seek Walter for us now.

Search through

to the Double Strand

of Kindness, until...

my friend Ida Cookson

is joined in loving

communication...

with her dear,

departed husband.

I will try, Blanche.

But first, the mist

must part a little,

and the veil must rise...

to let in the light

that will show us the path.

Ah, I'm ready now, Henry.

Ready! Ready to follow you,

wherever you want me to go.

Where? Where are

you taking me, Henry?

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