Death Defying Acts Page #4

Oh, a psychic's sidekick, huh?

'The Tantalising Princess Kali

and her Dusky Disciple'

That's you, huh?

We were top of the bill

at McTavish's Palace!

Top of the bill

at The Palace, eh?

Well, I think I have a little

something for you too.

Tonight's performance.

Don't be late!

Thanks, Mr. Houdini!

My mam doesny do tricks, like.

It's real, Mr. Houdini.

It's no jiggery-pokery.

Solid gold. I'm sure

she's great, kid. Goodbye.

- She's got 'The Gift'.

- 'Bye, 'bye, now.

Fellow travellers.

Dear friends.

Modern Science tells us

that Life...

...had its beginnings in the gloomy

depths of the great oceans.

Our own little lives are

but a brief gasp...

...before we plunge back down into

that dreamy darkness

from which there is no return...

Or is there?

I, Harry Houdini, shall discover

the Truth for all of us!

Naked we emerged from

that sea of the unconscious...

...and that is how I now

propose to travel.

Lights, please!

Ladies and gentlemen...

I entreat you; do not attempt to hold

your breath in emulation of me...

May God guide me...

...and have mercy

on my immortal soul.

Mama...

Mama!

Harry!

Get him out!!

Bravo! Bravo!

Nearly two minutes over!

Then that's two minutes you

didn't know about, Morry.

You don't have to do this, Harry.

You don't have to push yourself

to the wire every time...

Yes I do!

I met Houdini!

I met Houdini!

I met him, ma!

He's got these eyes thatjust burn

through to the back of your head!

He's incredible, ma!

You got caught!

What did I tell you?

Rule number one:

Never get caught!

So what did you find out?

Or were you too busy

making eyes at him?

Do you think

I like livin' like this?

Surrounded by grime and filth

and other people's hand-me-downs?!

I want new things.

Nice things.

I want $10,000!

Did you find out anything, mam?

There wasn't a single personal

thing in his hotel suite.

Like he doesn't exist...

He has a fancy trunk

with his initials on...

The kind of trunk you

keep your secrets in.

A big trunk

that only takes a tiny wee key.

Now where would Mr. Houdini

keep a key like that, eh?

And this...

His mother.

It's a start.

I'll busk the rest.

Eat your tea now.

Next!

Good afternoon, Mr. Houdini.

I have, sir, a secret message.

It's from your mother.

It's in Hungarian,

isn't it, Jock?

You should have done

your homework, Hamish!

She didn't speak Hungarian -

she spoke German.

Next!

You're a hoofer.

Aye, sir! A hoofer, I am!

We're interviewing psychics.

Think of a number...

Message from your mama...

Very cold, very cold.

Message Little Harry,

growing old, growing old.

Arky, parky, tory roop.

Rang tang, toozy Jock.

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