Invasion of the Body Snatchers Page #3

My business

is people in trouble...

and I'm going to find

a way to help you.

No one could possibly

impersonate your Uncle Ira...

without you

or your Aunt Eleda or even me...

seeing a million

little differences.

I want you to realize that.

Think about it,

and then you'll know...

that the trouble is inside you.

Wilma, where are you?

Out on the lawn.

Say nothing to her.

Why, Miles,

I didn't know you were here.

Welcome home.

Hello, Mrs. Lentz.

Did you ask Miles

to stay for dinner?

Can't tonight.

I'm making spoon bread.

Please, don't tempt me.

Maybe next time.

Wilma, where are my glasses?

I think

they're on the mantelpiece.

I'll go with you.

Am I going crazy?

Don't spare me.

I've got to know.

No, you're not.

Even these days...

it isn't as easy to go crazy

as you might think.

But you don't have to be

losing your mind...

to need psychiatric help.

I'd like you to see

a doctor friend of mine.

-A psychiatrist?

-Dan Kauffman.

I'll make an appointment

for you tomorrow.

All right.

But it's a waste of time.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Better break this up,

or he'll start wondering.

Wondering what?

If I don't suspect.

You've been a big help...

and I don't want either of you

to worry about me.

I'll be all right.

Sure you will.

Staying here, Becky?

Or may I drive you home?

Would you like me to stay?

Of course not.

Good night.

Good night.

Nice having Becky

back again, eh, boy?

Sure is.

In the back of my mind...

a warning bell was ringing.

Sick people

who couldn't wait to see me...

then suddenly

were perfectly all right.

A boy claiming

his mother wasn't his mother.

A woman claiming her uncle

wasn't her uncle.

But I didn't listen.

Obviously, the boy's mother

was his mother.

I had seen her.

And Uncle Ira was Uncle Ira.

There was no doubt of that

after I talked to him.

Miles, he is Ira?

Of course he is.

What do you mean?

It's just Wilma's so positive.

Will she be all right?

I think so.

I'm a doctor,

according to my diploma...

but I don't really know

what Wilma's trouble is.

I could start talking

psychiatrical jargon...

but it's out of my line

and in Dan Kauffman's.

I wish you didn't have

to go home for dinner.

I don't.

Dad's eating out with a friend.

I could pick you up

at 7:
00.

Well...

It's summer,

and the moon is full.

"I know a bank...

MILES,

"where the wild thyme grows."

You haven't changed a bit.

Whup! Whoa! Watch out!

Sorry.

Hey, Miles,

when did you get back?

This morning.

How are you, Danny?

This is Miss Driscoll.

Dr. Kauffman--

our one and only psychiatrist.

Watch out what you say.

Ed, you remember Becky.

I should.

I brought her into the world.

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