Death Defying Acts Page #5

Eerie, orie! Eerie, orie!

You are oot!

Macbeth. Act 1. Scene 1.

Right?

Alright, thank you very much

young ladies.

We'll let your mother know.

Out you go. Thank you now.

Very good.

She'll never forgive you,

Harry.

- Out you go.

- What did you say?

Forgive me for what?

I never hurt her

in my goddamn life!

What the hell's she

talking about, Sugarman?

10,000 American dollars.

That's what she was

talking about, Harry.

If God ever permitted an angel

to walk this earth,

it was my mother!

Ah, the Psychic's sidekick...

Do I have permission to kick our

audience in the pants this time?

Come on, kid. Clear off!

Mr. Houdini's had enough for

one day. Come on...

It's no' me. I told you.

It's my mam.

I'm sorry for the intrusion,

Mr. Houdini.

Mr. Sugarman, is it?

We have a psychic act

me and my daughter here.

Not such a wonderful act, really.

I wear a somewhat of

a revealing costume.

I pretend to see those

on the other side.

Sometimes I really do.

My mother would have called it

a travesty

a waste of a God-given gift.

She used hers for healing,

didn't she, Benji?

Maybe I should have made

more of mine. But...

there's no man at home and

there's bread to put on the table.

I'm sorry, Mr. Houdini.

I'm so deeply sorry for your loss...

Last night I dreamed a dream.

I saw someone I've never met,

in a place I've never been.

A lady in a garden.

Her hair was silver

and she was small...

wearing a black dress...

and she was waving as if...

beckoning someone to her.

Does that mean something to you,

Mr. Houdini?

It means you read

the New York Times, Mrs...

McGarvie.

It was The Herald Tribune,

actually.

That picture was

syndicated all over.

Sometimes it works.

Sometimes you have to help

it along. Is that a sin?

I read a page unwritten...

I hear words...

yet unspoken...

But they all seem like shapes...

and colours to me now...

I'm sorry.

Did you say something?

No, no. I...

It's you...

I think you're the one

we've been waiting for.

It was if the Earth

stopped turnin'.

That's what they say in

the great romances, isn't it?

But we didn't know

the half of it.

Are you sure you know

what you're doing, Harry?

Oh, come on,

it's got to be a sign.

You were there.

You saw her.

Now change that to

'scrupulous scientific conditions'.

'Scrupulous'.

There are more things

in Heaven and Earth

than in all your audit books,

Mr. Shakespeare.

More than $10,000?

Mr. Harry Houdini...

...announces the most extraordinary

Experiment ever staged

by modern science

that will prove beyond

all reasonable doubt...

the existence of an Afterlife.

Sealed inside this envelope,

Mr. Houdini has written

the last words spoken to him

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