Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff Page #3

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liberty of ordering this.

That'll be all.

Yes, ma'am.

I thought it might be fun to

have a little... champagne.

Gee, I never thought

I'd live a life like this.

I've got a report on every one of ya,

thanks to Mr. Strickland's secretary.

You've all had enough experience with the law

to know that the sooner you start cooperating...

the sooner we'll get

this case over with.

Okay, who's gonna

speak up?

Nobody, huh?

Inspector, I've gotta

talk to ya right away.

I've cracked this case wide open;

I've got the murderer for ya.

Mike Relia. Maybe that's why we

can't find him. Got any proof?

I sent his fingerprints down to headquarters,

and I've got the complete report.

You know, he was defended on a

murder rap by Strickland in 1940.

Old stuff, Casey.

We know all that.

It matches in with the telegram

he received; that's your motive.

Sure, except

for one thing.

Outside of the girl, everyone in

that room received a similar telegram.

They've all got just as much to

lose as Mike Relia. Crandall too?

Crandall too. Sorry, Casey. Keep on tryin'.

Sergeant, send Mike Relia

and Miss Gordon in here.

I've got two men looking

for them. Not Angela Gordon.

Yep. She was once tried for feeding

her husband champagne cocktails.

Two jiggers of champagne to one jigger

of poison. She's up in Freddie's room!

I saw the champagne wagon

headed that way!

They're having cocktails right now. What?

There's a poison antidote in

the doctor's office! Let's go!

I'm hurt, Freddie.

I mixed one of my special

champagne cocktails just for you...

and you won't even

taste it.

I have a confession to make. You did it?

No! I mean, I never drink that

stuff. That's like drinking poison.

Oh, just one

teensy-weensy sip.

Oh...

Oh, stop it.

The bubbles

is ticklin' my nose.

For little Angela. I wouldn't

drink it for big Angela.

Cut it out, will ya?

Oh, drink it! Give me that

glass! I've had enough of this!

There you are, just as I

told ya! And he drank some!

The antidote! Get him outta

here! What's goin' on here?

Quiet! I got a date with a girl!

What is that?

Mustard and milk.

Mustard and milk? I got

a girl over here! Come on!

This is an outrage. I told them who

you are. You can stop pretending.

Why, you... I also gave the Inspector

the background on your playmates...

including that fake swami

from Brooklyn.

What else have you got? Flour and water.

What are you doing to me? Quiet! Quiet!

Save your strength!

When are you gonna start cooperating,

Miss Gordon? I'll do anything you say.

But don't let my name get into the papers;

I'm engaged, and it would wreck my life.

What else? Sweet oil and lime!

Casey! Casey! Take it easy,

Freddie! I'll take care of ya!

Who killed Strickland,

Miss Gordon? I don't know.

If I knew,

I'd tell you.

What else? Atropin and belladonna.

Casey! Casey! Oh, get

in there! Get in there!

There's nothing

in that drink.

We'll find out soon enough. In

the meantime, I'm holding you.

I've given him everything.

Nothing happened.

See?

Casey, what are you

doin' to me?

Sorry about the rough

treatment, Freddie...

but that champagne cocktail

might've been poisoned.

P... Poison?

Poison? Poison?

Are you tryin'

to tell me... Ohh!

What are you...

Ho-ho!

I didn't even drink the

stuff! Why didn't you tell me?

Every time

I opened my mouth...

you kept pouring something

down it! Ohh! Ohh!

What good is this confession if that bellboy

is still around? You've let us down, Angela.

We were all rather surprised when the

police found there was nothing in the drink.

You don't think

I intended to kill him.

I just wanted to get him drunk and put him

on the slow boat to Shanghai or someplace.

Not permanent enough,

my dear; he'd come back.

If Mike Relia hadn't left, he'd know

how to get us out of this situation.

I've done my part; I got the

confession. I suppose it's up to me.

This bellboy

will commit suicide tonight...

and this will be found

beside the body.

Suicide?

I have ways.

You are in a deep sleep,

a sound sleep.

You hear nothing but

the sound of my voice.

You will do as I say. You

will obey without question.

Open your eyes.

Freddie,

your future is black.

A terrible fate awaits you;

you have nothing to live for.

But you have one escape. Escape.

Yes.

Eternal sleep.

The sleep

that brings peace.

The sleep

that goes on forever.

I-I-I-I-I may as well

be dead.

That's right, Freddie.

Stand up.

S-S-S-Stand up?

Obey me.

Do as I say.

Now walk.

Stand on the foot

of the bed.

Put the noose

around your neck.

Now, when I count three,

jump.

One.

Two.

Three!

Sit up, Freddie.

Stand up

on the floor.

Take the noose

from 'round your neck.

We'll have to try

something else.

Freddie,

do you have a gun?

Then get it.

Do you have the gun,

Freddie?

Then don't delay. Put it

to your head and use it.

No, no, no.

Maybe you'd like to select your

own means of self-destruction.

How would you like

to die?

Old age.

Freddie.

Come to the window.

Climb up on the sill.

Now then, Freddie,

jump!

Not into the room, out of the

window! Now climb up again.

You're going

to commit suicide...

if it's the last thing

you do.

Now then...

take this knife.

Use it!

Freddie.

Listen to me.

You will do as I tell you. You

will obey me without question.

Freddie...

I want you to take this knife

and plunge it into your heart.

Do as I say.

Amazing;

even under hypnosis...

the will of an idiot

to cling to life.

Freddie, would you plunge

this knife...

into the heart of the man

in the mirror?

Good.

Then take the knife.

Plunge it into the heart

of the man in the mirror.

No. No.!

No, Freddie, not me!

Not me, you fool!

The man in the mirror!

Freddie, obey me!

The man

in the mirror.

Freddie.

Freddie! Freddie!

Freddie, wake up!

What is this?

What's the idea of chasing me with

a knife? How could I? I'm in bed.

You... You...

Wait a minute.

What am I doin'?

I must be sleepwalkin'.

What's the meaning

of this?

I must've walked on the

ceiling too. Hmm-hmm!

Casey, what a dream I

had! Never mind your dream.

Relia's run out; we've gotta

find him and make him talk.

Put on your clothes

while I wash my hands.

How'd I ever

make it up there?

I must've come up this way, up this

side wall and walked over that way.

Probably got chewing gum

on my feet.

Hi.

Casey.

Casey! Casey!

What's the matter? What's

this... What's this all about?

What are you do...

Casey.

What are you trying to say?

Get out of the way.

It's Mike Relia!

He's dead.

He's been stabbed!

You didn't do this while you were

sleepwalking, did ya? I wouldn't kill anybody.

I know it, but do the cops? They find

this out, it'll be curtains for you.

We've gotta get this body back

into its own room. What'll we do?

Yeah, what'll we do?

I'll get a laundry cart,

you get that body out of there.

Well, come on!

Get some life into it!

Don't you think that's

askin' a little too much?

Aah!

Mom.

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