Invasion of the Body Snatchers Page #2

This is where you left me

the last time.

Hiya, Johnny.

Sally, I'm off.

Tell the answering service

I'll be at home.

Good night, doc.

I'm not going in there!

Stop all this nonsense.

Hey! Take it easy!

Isn't this Jimmy Grimaldi?

Yes, Doctor.

Can I talk to you a moment?

Sure. I almost

ran you down this morning.

You got to be careful

when you run out in the road.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Slow down now.

School isn't as bad as all that.

School isn't what upsets him.

It's my daughter-in-law.

He's got the crazy idea

she isn't his mother.

She isn't! She isn't!

Don't let her get me!

Nobody's going

to get you, Jimmy.

How long has this been going on?

An hour ago,

I found him in the cellar.

He wouldn't say anything until

I started to phone his mother.

That's when he said Anna

wasn't his mother.

Could you keep him

with you for a day or so?

Give him one of these every

four hours during the day.

Call me tomorrow and let me know

how he's feeling.

Yes, Doctor, thank you.

Don't let her get me!

Nobody's going to get you.

All right, Jimmy.

Open your mouth.

Shut your eyes.

In the words of the poet...

I'll give you something

to make you wise.

That's a good boy, Jimmy.

I'm not going home ever.

You're staying at your

grandmother's. Call his mother.

She's not my mother!

All right. Run along.

Everything's going to be OK.

You be a good boy now.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

I've changed my mind.

I'm not going directly home.

I'm going to stop off

and see Wilma Lentz.

Should I call the boy's mother?

Yes.

Tell her what happened...

and that I suggested

the boy spend the night...

at his grandmother's house.

Hello, Miles.

Nice to see you, Wilma.

Becky.

Let's have it.

You talked to him.

What do you think?

It's him.

He's your Uncle Ira, all right.

He is not.

How is he different?

That's just it.

There is no difference

you can actually see.

He looks, sounds, acts,

and remembers...

like Uncle Ira.

Then he is your Uncle Ira.

You see that?

No matter how you feel, he is.

But he isn't.

There's something missing.

He's been a father to me

since I was a baby.

Always when he talked to me...

there was a special look

in his eye.

That look's gone.

What about memories?

There must be certain things...

that only you and he

would know about.

There are.

I've talked to him about them.

He remembers them all...

down to the last small detail,

just like Uncle Ira would.

But, Miles...

there's no emotion.

None!

Just the pretense of it.

The words, gesture,

the tone of voice...

everything else is the same,

but not the feeling.

Memories or not,

he isn't my Uncle Ira.

Wilma, I'm on your side.

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