Death Defying Acts Page #3

Sugarman.

What do you think?

Do I look like a fruit?

Like a fruit?

You look beautiful, Harry.

I look like a fruit.

They've got class.

I like 'em.

If you wanna look like a fruit,

Morry, you wear 'em!

And as well you know,

I've got an education -

in Law and in Business Management.

I've got a Diploma.

I bought it in

your glorious country.

Harry, everyone's a fake.

As soon as you scratch the gold-leaf,

all of these so-called

psychics are just made of lead.

It's all hocus pocus,

mumbo jumbo.

- So?

- So why waste our time?

I don't want to be remembered

for a bunch of dumb stunts.

For once, this ain't about chains

and friggin' padlocks.

It's about science.

It's about proof!

You've been pushing yourself

too hard, Harry...

Oh, get off me!

See this?

This is from

the Scientific American.

The Scientific American!

And my psychic experiment

is science!

Showbiz is Showbiz, Harry.

It's not about science...

It's about nickels and dimes.

Nickels and dimes.

Yeah, well, you look after

the nickels and dimes

and I'll look after the science.

Mistress of the Skies -

that was my mam.

Madam...

She could just pluck

a character off a shelf

and act as swish as

the best of them...

...and just about manage

to convince herself.

We've got two hours

to check the tank.

The boys'll be set

by the time we get there.

Curtain's at 8:
00...

How's Security?

Like Mrs. Clam with a headache.

'I am with you, my Harry,

even in dreams.'

'Your little darling wife, Bess'.

'Little darling wife'.

Excuse me!

He's mine!

I do Mr. Houdini.

Who do you think you are?

Who do I think I am?

I'm the one who does all

the bloody work around here!

You little thief!

- I was just looking!

- Yeah, sure you were!

That's our audience you're

kickin' in the pants there,

Mr. Sugarman...

I'm sure she's OK.

You can let her go.

What's your name, kid?

Lost your voice, huh?

When did you last hear it?

Oh, wait, I know...

Help! Help!

I'm in here!

I'm in here!

I'm in here!

C'mon! Open up!

Open up! Open up!

Open up!

How's that for size?

Want a sandwich?

Yes please, Mr. Houdini!

The voice fits!

A little gummed up still,

but it works.

What else can you say?

Name's Benji, Mr. Houdini.

'Benji Mr. Houdini'.

Well, I'd drop the second part;

it's already spoken for.

Just plain Benji

sounds good to me.

'Just Plain Benji'

isn't much of a name either.

Well, we have a comedienne here,

Mr. Sugarman.

Maybe she can do the warm-up.

I'm not a comedienne,

Mr. Houdini.

No?

So what do you do for a living?

Rob banks? Train fleas?

Dance the Highland Fling?

And steal from

dressing rooms?

I'm a psychic...

Well, more a sort of disciple...

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