A-Haunting We Will Go Page #4

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- There you are.|- Thank you.

You're quite welcome.

- Can't I have a little privacy?|- I'm terribly sorry.

Oh!

- Well, it works all right, Tommy.|- It sure does.

- That's a perfect illusion, Mr. Dante.|- But where is Stanley?

Aah!

Wasn't that a cute trick, Ollie?

Tommy, they might get us|some laughs in the show.

- Yeah, we could sure use a few too.|- Engage them.

Boys, how would you like|to work for Mr. Dante?

- Well, I've had no experience.|- I've had enough for both of us.

- How about 25 a week?|- Well, that's agreeable, to start.

- Not with me, it isn't.|- What do you mean, not with you?

I want 40 a month or nothing.

- Take it or leave it.|- We leave it.

Okay, we'll take it.

- I want to fit you with some costumes.|- Mr. White...

...you may depend upon me for the|greatest performance of my career.

- Okay, boys, follow me.|- Come, Stanley.

Stanley.

Come on here.

- Good and tight now, boys.|- Yes, all right.

Okay, boys, take it away.

Now Playing TEMPLE THEATRE|DANTE

- Hold still, Uncle Harry.|- All right.

Excuse me. There's a couple|of gentlemen to see you.

All right, Tommy.

Well.

- How do you like us, Mr. Dante?|- Fine.

Look.

You look like a page|out of the Arabian Nights.

- Ollie looks like the whole book.|- I sure do...

Well, I guess everything's all set.

If you'll get me a goldfish bowl,|two white rabbits and a glass...

Wait a minute. You just|follow Mr. Dante's instructions.

Meantime, you can help us|set up some props.

- Anything you say.|- Within reason.

- Goodbye.|- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Boys, pick up this table|and put it in the other entrance.

Yes, sir.

- It's real. T-bone.|- Oh, boy.

Oh, boys, please don't fool|with the props.

- The most amazing thing just happened.|- You'd never believe it.

Just stand over to the side,|out of the way.

- Eddie. Get that other bird.|- Yes, sir.

Clumsy.

Ooh. Ow!

- Just a minute.|- Yes, sir.

- Come in here. I wanna talk to you.|- Yes, sir.

At your service.

- Where's that coffin?|- Coffin?

- Yeah, and Doc Lake.|- Doc Lake?

I want that coffin, get me?

- He means the coffin.|- Oh, the coffin. Oh.

Can that chatter and start singing.

Shut up!|Where's that coffin?

We followed instructions|to the letter. Honest.

Sure, we gave it to Mr. Draper.

- There he is. Ask him.|- What are you doing here, Mr. Draper?

Yeah, Dixie, what are you doing here?

That's what I'll ask you|after I find out where the box is.

We gave it to you.|Don't you remember?

Why aren't you at the funeral?

The box you gave me didn't come|from Atlanta.

Oh, yes, it did. And we can prove it.|Show him the baggage receipt, Stan.

- I left it in my other clothes. I'll go get it.|- Oh, no, you won't.

Get away from that door.

- What are you doing here?|- Yeah, what's the idea?

Same as yours.

I followed Doc|in case he needed me.

Yeah? That's a good enough alibi|for me too.

That's the man that hired us.

So it is.|Charlie had a very comfortable trip.

You two wouldn't be pulling|a double cross, would you?

I'm protecting my cut.

I not so sure you're not pulling|a fast one with Doc.

Well, you're asking for it.

My finger's as itchy as yours,|Frankie.

You men ought to be ashamed of|yourselves. Quarreling over a dead man.

He'll show up somewhere.

Boys, I'm gonna let you in on a secret.

We're college men.|The man in that box wasn't really dead.

It's an initiation.

- Oh, a fraternity.|- Yeah, a secret fraternity.

Well, you can trust us.

We used to belong to a lodge,|didn't we?

Well, then you understand.

The coffin I sent got mixed up with|the magician's. It's here somewhere.

You gotta find it|before Charlie suffocates.

That's right. He could be "asphysics..."|"Aspixi..."

He could stop breathing.

Just in case you guys|ain't so dumb as you act...

...you better dig up that box|or you're a couple of dead Turks.

We'll find it, all right.|Just wait here. Oh!

Sim Sala Bim.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,|boys and girls.

In presenting these illusions,|it is our purpose...

...to entertain you and mystify you,|if that is possible.

And now, I have pleasure in presenting|Margo, the Magic Maid.

That's funny,|she never missed a performance before.

Here I am, Mr. Dante.

Oh, there you are.

Close your eyes and think of sleep.

Rigid.

There she rests. She could remain|there for hours, should I so desire.

But watch.

Margo, hear me.

Are you ready?

Then go!

Oh, Charlie.

Oh, Cha...

Oh, Charlie.

Charlie.

Char...

- What are you doing up there?|- Come up here, quick.

- What's the matter?|- I can't see through the window.

Why, it's a painted window, you dope.

Whew!

Now look what you've done.|Come on.

I think we're being played for suckers|by those two yaps.

- Nobody could be as dumb.|- Give them a couple more minutes.

You can bet me they're cutting in|with Doc Lake and Darby.

Maybe you've got something there.

Wait a minute, Joe.|Where you going?

Tailing those two mugs.

- And where are you going?|- I'm tailing you.

And I don't trust either one of you.

- We better spread out.|- Okay, but no fast ones.

- Hello, lieutenant.|- Hi, pop.

- Is there a Tom White with this troupe?|- He's Dante's stage manager.

- Find him in the wings.|- Thanks.

- Anything wrong?|- No.

- Excuse me.|- Yes, sir.

Oh, Charlie.

How are you, Mr. White?

- You got nerve, coming back to Dayton.|- I couldn't help it.

- Didn't you and I have a deal?|- But I've got this job. We're booked here.

- You were to stay away from Dayton.|- I had to bring the show in.

I'm sorry, kid, but I'll have|to take you down to headquarters.

You've gotta give me a break,|Mr. Foster. I'm making good in this job.

There's something more important:|I'm getting married.

She's a fine girl.|She doesn't know I been in a jam.

We'll only be here a week. If you let me|stay, I promise I'll never come back.

Word of honor.

I'm not much of a gambler, but I'm|gonna take a flier on you, just this once.

Thanks. You won't regret it.

Okay, but I'll be around, just in case.

- I wonder what he did.|- I don't know.

I'll bet you Margo's the girl|he's going to marry.

- Honest?|- Mm-hm.

Well, what's wrong with that?|She's a wonderful girl.

- I know it.|- Well, what are you crying about?

- I was falling in love with her myself.|- Oh!

Do you see who's planted|at the stage door?

- Foster.|- Somebody's tipped him off on Darby.

- Those two stupes, I bet.|- I'll take care of them.

- First we gotta get Darby out of here.|- All right.

- Be careful that flatfoot don't see us.|- Come on.

- Charlie.|- Charlie.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.

For your pleasure, my assistants and I|will present the famous Hindu rope trick.

The rope of this basket is controlled|by the mysterious music of India...

...which I shall ask Sahib Oliver|to play on the magic musette.

- Now?|- Now.

There it is, and there it will remain|as long as the magic music continues.

To test the rope, I shall ask|Sahib Stan to climb it.

If you please, Your Excellency.

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