The Manitou Page #5

made up of flesh and bone.

You might almost describe it.. uhh

as a fetus.

On her neck?

And incredible as that is, Mr. Erskine,

even more astounding is its rate of growth.

It's absolutely unprecedented.

Doctor, do you believe in black magic?

Mr. Erskine...

- Neither do I.

I'm a seller, not a buyer, and there's

only a couple of things I believe in.

But, uh, this is, uh...

- Yes.

I mean, it's as if somebody or something

was trying to control Karen.

Mr. Erskine, are you trying to tell me

she's possessed?

I didn't say that, and I don't believe it.

I do believe, though,

that one person can dominate

another one's mind.

I feel that somebody,

something, someone,

is transmitting signals to her,

and these signals are

causing Karen's condition.

Well, don't look at me.

All right, all right.

Suppose, just suppose that, uh,

someone or something is transmitting

signals, images to Karen.

Why? What?

Who?

I don't know,

but why don't we ask Karen?

She's very weak, Mr. Erskine.

Keep it brief, please.

Karen?

Karen?

Hi.

Hi, Harry Erskine.

- You all right?

I feel a little weak.

Karen, I want to ask you something.

Do you remember, um,

"panawitchy salatoo"?

Paaanaaaaaa!

Haven't you learned to

play that thing yet?

Well, the Amazing Erskine.

How are the ladies, Amazing?

You're looking bad, MacKenzie.

Ah, thank you very much.

The name's MacArthur.

You're still looking bad, MacArthur.

- Is that right?

[woman] Is that Harry Erskine?

[Harry] Amelia, baby.

Harry.

Oh, Harry, this is fantastic.

It's so good to see you.

- Thanks a lot.

Why didn't you come to our wedding?

Where the hell have you been?

Oh, well, I've been scaring up a ghost

or 2, I guess.

Oh, I guess... the kind that are soft and say,

"Oh, Harry, stop!"

Amy...

- Yes?

I need your help.

Well, that's it.

Karen's in trouble,

she's scared, and I want to help her.

But spiritual help?

- What else have I got, Amelia?

I can't. I promised Mac, not anymore.

Amelia, you're the best.

You taught me everything I know.

Harry Erskine,

there's only one student I ever had

who's worse than you,

and he's a plumber.

Look, this place ain't Bloomingdale's,

but Mac and me get by just fine.

- Amelia...

Please.

Look, if what you've told me

about Karen is true,

readings won't help anyway.

What am I going to do?

Okay.

We need a seance, Harry,

in the place where she lives.

I only pray, Harry, that what we're doing

won't make things worse for Karen.

Things couldn't be any worse for Karen.

Yes, this will do very well.

Thank you, darling.

Mac, would you remove these, please?

I think we should begin right away.

Harry, douse the lights, please.

Shall we join hands?

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