Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff Page #4

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Come on, we've gotta get

this body back to its room.

Why can't I wear

my brown suit?

So nobody'll recognize you when you're

pushing this cart down the corridor.

Come on, make it snappy.

Come on.

Come on, Freddie,

let's get rid of this body.

Come on, come...

Freddie.

Freddie, where are ya now?

Freddie...

Here I am.

Come on!

How am I?

Hello, Casey.

Hello, Inspector.

Maid, would you get me an extra

bath towel? I'd be delighted.

Get a bath towel

for the Inspector.

Any news on the murder,

Inspector?

I'm expecting a phone call from

Stone that'll pin it on that bellboy.

You're keepin' an eye on him, aren't

you? Yes, everything's in hand.

I say, everything's in hand!

Hurry up with that towel.

The dumbest maid we have

in the hotel.

I've been speaking to the boss in regards

to firing her, but nothing happens.

Maybe she knows where the

body's buried. Here's your towel.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

My phone.

Come on.

Push!

Hey, shall we dump him

in bed?

Oh, certainly not. Let's put him in

the closet. Let somebody else find him.

Closet.

Open it up, hurry.

Put the light on.

That-a-boy.

Come on, push it in.

Put him right up

on the shelf here.

I'll get the sheet

off him.

Take it easy.

Give me a hand over here.

Let's get outta here.

Hurry up.

Turn out that light.

Come on...

Wait a minute.

If they find that cart in there,

Wellman might tie this up to you.

Go get the cart.

"Go get the cart. "

Hurry up, hurry up.!

That's all I do.

All I do is the work.

Come on, come on.!

Hurry up.

Get it out there.

Come on,

make it snappy.

Move it right in here before

somebody comes along and catches us.

There ya are. Put it in there.

I'm pushin', I'm pushin'.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Close the door.

That's a load off my

mind. Oh, boy, and how.

Are you excited?

I am.

Whew!

Oh, boy.

Am I glad that's

over with.

Thank you for everything. We were

in a mess there for a couple minutes.

Get right out of that

disguise, and hurry up.

I'm tired out. I'm gonna

lie down. Take care of these.

And don't

disturb me.

Casey!

Didn't I tell you

not to disturb me?

And you haven't hung up my hat and

coat yet! I can't depend on you at all!

No! No!

Where's the cart?

Right there.

Oh. Scared you, didn't it?

Mm-hmm. I'll confess.

You did it?

Oh, certainly not!

Aha!

Ya big dope.

It's Milford,

Strickland's secretary.

What's he hangin' around

here for? He's dead, ya dope.

We've gotta get this body out

of here; get the cart ready.

Ohh! Ohh!

What's the matter now?

He's dead!

It's Relia.! Hey, wait a minute,

wejust left him down in his room.!

There's something funny going on. Uh-huh.

Dead men can't walk. This one did. He did.

We can't go back to Relia's room; we

might bump into the Inspector again.

Yeah... I got an idea. What?

Take 'em to the card room; there's nobody

playin' cards at this hour of the night.

We take 'em down there and

dump 'em off. Good idea!

Give me a hand.

Casey.

What?

Maybe they don't play cards.

Will you talk sense, please?

Get these bodies out of here.

Come on!

Oh, uh...

Oh, maid!

Say, you're, uh,

new here, aren't you?

Yes, it's my first night.

Well, you certainly

must have been busy. Mmm.

Look at all this laundry. Don't

do that! Don't do that, you...

Say, you know something?

You're kinda cute.

Look, why don't you let

your work go for a while...

and, uh, stay down here

and keep me company.

Things have been awfully dead around

here tonight. Much deader than you think.

Mm-hmm.

Ohh! No, you don't, now. Don't do it.

Hey...

What's going on here?

It's getting so a poor working

girl isn't safe anymore.

Excuse me. The desk phone.

Let's get outta here.

Get rid of these bodies.

Okay, I'll get 'em out.

What are you talking that

way for? I'm all mixed-up!

Huh? Who? Freddie Phillips, the bellboy?

No, Inspector Wellman,

I haven't seen him.

No, sir, nobody's left

the hotel tonight.

Casey? Oh, yes,

he's down here now.

Oh, you'll be down.

Okay.

Let's get out of here.

Uh-oh,

here comes Abernathy.

Ohh.

Get rid of that.

There's nothing like a nice,

sociable game of bridge.

Oh, I love bridge.

Bridge?

With two open hands?

We're playing

with two dummies.

There's a card on the

floor; his hand's dead.

They're

both dead.

Oh, no, you don't.

That's peeking.

Oh, he's always

cheating.

Have, uh, have you got a match? Mm-hmm.

Uh, uh, here's a match.

Uh, here.

Who got the bid?

She did.

What'd she bid?

Grand slam.

You bid a grand slam

on that hand?

Yes.

You know what?

What?

You're going to get

murdered.

Excuse me.

You oughta have me for a partner;

the one you've got's a stiff.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to

get you all excited that way.

Really, I didn't. You know I wouldn't

do that for the world, don't you?

Get your hand

off me.

Get your hand

off me!

I am partially

engaged!

Now, you leave me

alone!

No more...

What's the matter?

I wanna talk to you.

Come here.

You're so strong!

Now that you dragged me

out here, what do you want?

How 'bout a little smack?

Hmm?

You know,

just a little smack.

Mm-hmm. Hmm!

What happened? Well, he asked

for a smack, so I gave it to him.

Get that wagon outta here, change those

clothes; I'll see if the coast is clear.

Sorry, fellas, but you'll

have to play two-handed.

Here comes

Wellman and Stone.

Casey, I been lookin' for you.

Where's that bellboy?

What bellboy?

Freddie!

Oh, Freddie Kitzmeyer

from Philadelphia.

Now there's a regular kid.

I mean Freddie Phillips!

Freddie Phillips?

You mean that little, round, chubby

sort of, uh... with the black hair?

That's right.

The bellhop?

He was fired! I know he was

fired! What are you tryin' to pull?

No, no, no, no...

I thought you were tryin'

to hide somethin'.

Who, me?

Yeah, you.

Where's Phillips?

I wish I knew.

What a detective! I told you not

to let Phillips out of your sight.

He's too fat to slip down a rat hole.

Where is he? I've told you, I don't know.

Maybe he's in his room. No, we

stopped there on our way here.

Phone headquarters.

Get a dragnet out.

- Hey, you!

Yes?

Yes?

You and I are gonna have a

little talk. I agree with you.

Let's talk over here...

We'll talk right here.

Let's go upstairs. It's more

comfortable. My room's a mess up there.

What do you know about

the murder? Which one?

There was three of'em! There was a

papa bear, a mama bear and a teeny...

Never mind the fairy tales. Why did

you kill Strickland? I didn't kill him.

I told you before. He's too

dumb. What do you call this?

Uh... could be ashes. We

found it in this guy's room.

It's the remains

of a linen handkerchief.

A burned handkerchief

can't prove anything.

It does when our tests prove

it had bloodstains on it.

- I burned it.

- So you admit it?

Oh, no. Mr. Strickland, he was in

the room, he was layin' there dead.

I don't know anything like that.

I saw the handkerchief there...

Wait a minute! Why didn't

you tell me this before?

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