Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff

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Ha-ha.!

You didn't dot the "I."

Whoo!

Hey, Joe,

who's this guy Strickland?

All you news hawks hanging around here,

half the guests are inquiring about him.

A fine hotel dick. Don't you ever

read anything outside The Racing Form?

Amos Strickland is the number-one

criminal lawyer in the country.

Why all the excitement?

Lawyers have visited

the Lost Caverns before.

Sure, but when the lawyer's

Amos Strickland...

and he postpones an important case

to come up here, something's cookin'.

Hold it!

No pictures, boys!

How about a statement? No

statement, and I said no pictures!

Come on, boys, break it up.

You heard the man.

Beat it.

Go ahead.

You must be Mr. Strickland. Brilliant.

You must be the hotel detective.

Jeff, Mr. Strickland. Good

evening, Mr. Strickland.

I'm sorry you were annoyed,

but you know how newsmen are.

Unfortunately, yes.

Tell Mr. Crandall

I'm here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Crandall's not in, but

his niece is anxious to speak with you.

If I wanted to speak to

his niece, I'd ask for her.

The moment Mr. Crandall comes in,

tell him I want to see him. Yes, sir.

Freddie, will you show Mr.

Strickland to room 125? Yes, sir.

Oh, my leg! Be more careful, my good man!

I'm sorry.

My umbrella!

Yes, sir.

Pick up my bag!

Aah! Look! Look!

Look at my glasses!

They're broken. I'll

have your job for this.

Aren't you too old for this type

of work? I'll have you discharged!

Pick up my bag.! Get out,

you, you, you careless idiot.!

Get out of here!

What seems to be the trouble? Who are you?

I'm Mr. Melton,

the hotel manager.

Oh, you are, are you? Well, look at

my glasses! Who's responsible for this?

He is; if you hadn't come here,

you'd never have broke 'em.

I... I insist that you

discharge this moron immediately!

Take off that uniform

and get out; you're fired.

Fired?

Okay. I'll go.

I wanna tell you something, Mr.

Strickland; I'll get even with you for this.

Every dog has his day,

and I'll have mine.

I'm gonna make you pay for

this. Are you threatening me?

In words of one syllable,

yes!

So you got fired, eh?

Yes, I did, and I'm gonna tell

you the same thing I told him:

every dog has his day!

I'll show you to your room, Mr.

Strickland. Casey, bring the bags up.

Who, me? You. The key please, Jeff.

This way. Jeff, give me a hand, will ya?

Jeff, have you been

demoted to bellboy?

No, just helping Casey. They

belong to the great Mr. Strickland.

I told you to notify me

the instant he got here.

He didn't want to speak

to you, just your uncle.

Mr. Strickland's a man you don't

argue with; he just got Freddie fired.

Betty, I said Freddie's

been fired again. What?

Oh, Freddie.

I'll speak to my uncle.

Is there anything wrong? Not a thing.

My key, please. Uh, yes, Mrs. Grimsby.

Thank you.

Mr. Strickland, I'm sorry I barged in like

this, but I came in to apologize to you.

I'm sorry for the way

I talked to you.

Really I am, Mr. Strickland.

And I'm also sorry, Mr. Strickland,

that I dropped the golf bag on your toes.

I must've hurt.

Mr. Strickland, there's

somethin' else I wanna say.

I'm sorry I broke

your eyeglasses.

Thanks a lot for allowing

me to apologize to ya.

Mr. Strickland, now that I've apologized,

would you mind tellin' Mr. Melton?

Don't you think it's better if you go

inside the next room? There's a bed in there.

Hmm? It's a short walk.

Mr. Strickland.

Don't you feel well?

Uh-oh.

This guy's plenty sick.

Whew.

He made it.

Ohh! What you need is

air and plenty of it...

and I ain't gonna give it to

ya with a little handkerchief.

I gotta give you

plenty of air.

Mr. Strickland,

come on, will ya!

I gotta do somethin'

to help you.

Come on, I...

I w...

Blood.

Blood.

He's dead.

Who did it,

Mr. Strickland?

Gee, that's funny.

I always thought that if I was in

a room alone with a dead person...

I would be scared.

Ha-ha!

But... Casey!

Hey, Mr. Melton!

Let go of me!

Casey! Let go of me!

Hey! Hey! What's the matter, Mr. Melton?

This idiot just attacked me. Take him

out of here before he kills somebody!

I didn't do it! I just happened

to find the body! What body?

Who's dead? What are you talking about?

M-M-Mr. Strickland!

H-He's been murdered!

Murdered.! Impossible.! We don't

permit murders in this hotel.!

Ahh, Mr. Smelton...

Melton!

The poor man, he's dead,

dead, dead!

Come here!

Excuse me.

Th-Th-Th-There he is!

He is dead! I been tryin'

to tell ya... he's dead!

I'll see ya later. Wait

a minute! Don't go away.

And nobody touch that body. Touch

it? I don't even wanna look at it.

Not a word of this to the

guests; we must keep it quiet.

You'd better leave an extra sheet

for Casey to cover up the dead body.

Dead body?

Ohh! That's enough!

That's enough!

Get her quiet,

and don't touch a thing.

I'm gonna call

the police.

Quiet!

Hello?

What's the matter?

There's been an accident.

Is it serious?

Murder.

Murder?

Aah!

- Hello, Operator. Get me Inspector Wellman.

- Why, it's Mr. Strickland!

Jeff, take Betty

to her room.

No, I don't wanna speak to the

sergeant, I wanna speak to Wellman.!

That's awful.

He was such a nice man.

Do you have a handkerchief?

Yeah.

Uh-uh.

What happened?

Strickland was murdered.

He's dead.

I don't wanna speak to the sergeant,:

I wanna speak to Inspector Wellman.!

And hurry it up.!

What's going on here?

I caught this man trying to

make off with that briefcase.

I thought it might contain

important evidence.

You caught me trying to get away with

this briefcase? It was him! You fibber.

How dare you call Mr. Brooks

a thief? Apologize at once!

Apologize?

Mr. Brooks,

I'm sorry you're a crook.

Pig head!

Ping!

- Freddie.

- Mr. Melton.

Keep this

as quiet as possible.

I'll put this in the safe.

Hello.!

Hello, Inspector Wellman?

This is Casey of

the Lost Caverns Hotel.

You'd better hop right over. Looks like

we've got a murder on our hands. Okay.

Oh, Mr. Casey.

Yeah?

My name's Relia. I checked in this

morning. What can I do for you?

I heard about the murder. My gun

disappeared from my room a couple hours ago.

It's registered

in my name.

If it turns out to be the murder weapon,

well, I just want the police to know.

Any idea who took it? It could've

been a maid, a waiter or a bellboy.

Bellboy. That makes sense.

Bellboys carry pass keys.

It could be a bellboy, 'cause I

was a bellboy myself and I know.

I could get into every room

in the place. What am I sayin'?

Casey, search him.

He may have Relia's gun.

Now, listen, I...

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

I don't know how I get in the middle of

these things. "Casey, search him. " Hmph!

That's mine.

Nothing on him. Mr. Smelton... Melton...

You're not gonna implicate

me and get away with it.

I heard him threaten

Mr. Strickland.

Don't let him out of your sight

until the police come. Troublemaker.

Casey, I'm worried.

Yeah.

You don't think I had anything

to do with it, do ya? No.

But it looks bad, Freddie,

it looks bad. I know.

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