Black Friday Page #5

It's a crazy business,

but it's a livin'.

Midtown Hotel.

$4.80.

Thank you. Keep the change.

Hey, you forgot your box.

$1,000.

George.

Ernest, something's happened

to my mind.

I found myself in a taxi.

And I don't know

how I got there.

Ernest.

Just a minute, George.

You know Margaret

and Jean are here?

Margaret? Here?

Yes.

Now drink this.

I want you to get some rest

before you see them.

Now, don't worry

about a thing.

Tomorrow everything

will be all right.

I hope you enjoyed

your visit, Mr. Kingsley.

Very much, indeed.

Thank you.

May I have the bill?

Oh, no, George,

allow me.

It was understood you were

to be my guest, you know.

Mr. Kingsley?

Yes. That's my name.

The Chief of Police

would like to see you.

Oh, really?

I don't even know him.

We'll introduce you.

What can the Chief of

Police possibly want?

Well, there can't be any charge

against Prof. Kingsley, surely.

The Chief will explain

all that.

Who are you?

I'm his doctor.

He's just recovering from

an extremely serious illness.

Come along.

I'd like to go, too,

if you don't mind.

All right. Come on.

Well, uh, you go ahead

to the station, dear.

Yes, but George...

No, no, no.

It's all right.

We'll meet you there.

Goodbye.

This is Mr. Kingsley,

Chief.

And his doctor.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

A cab driver tried to

change this at the bank.

Circumstances

were so unusual,

we are holding him

for investigation.

A thousand dol...

Look, Ernest, a $1,000 bill.

They really exist.

The cab driver said

you gave him that for a tip.

The cab driver...

That's a kingly gesture.

I'm sure you honor me,

but $1,000, why, that's

almost six months' salary.

Bring the driver in.

What's your occupation,

Mr. Kingsley?

I'm... I'm a professor

of English literature.

And I might add,

a very underpaid professor.

Go on.

I tell you,

I've gotta get out of here.

My wife, she won't like

havin' me stayin' in jail.

Is this the man that gave you

that $1,000 bill?

How do you do?

Him?

Does he look like

a $1,000 note to you?

The guy I was talkin' about

was a gangster,

who pushed me in the face.

Can you imagine him

pushin' me in the face?

Oh, no.

That's all, Mr. Kingsley.

Sorry to have

inconvenienced you.

Thanks for coming in.

Thank you.

We barely have time

to catch the train, George.

Yes.

Back in Newcastle,

the Red Cannon brain

has become completely dormant.

Kingsley has returned

to his classroom,

and now I can actually bring

to a realization

my plans for

a great laboratory,

and give the world the benefit

of my scientific knowledge.

Thus, you see, the Elizabethan

novel was a minor passing form.

And fed the drama

of the period which,

I might add,

devoured it avidly.

I'm going to let you go

a little early this afternoon.

Early, but not immediately.

And I'm quite sure

you all will be glad to hear

that tomorrow

we're going to have a quiz

on the past two weeks' work.

I must apologize for not giving

you your full hour this afternoon,

but my closest friend, Dr.

Sovac, is leaving Newcastle.

What was that?

What is it?

What's that noise?

What is it?

Why don't you answer me?

It's a siren.

Probably an ambulance

or a police car.

Get a doctor.

Professor, maybe we can

help you. What can we do?

Here you are.

Thank you, dear.

Gosh, Dad,

I hate to leave this place.

Seems so much

like home to me.

I know, Jean, but at least

I'm going to a better position.

Of course, Dad.

Now I'll pack

the rest of the books.

Oh, Dad, I've packed

all your instruments.

Good girl, Jean.

Why, Pro...

Where is he?

Where is the doc?

I want my dough. Where is it?

You know where it is. You

were sneakin' away with it.

What do you mean?

Tell me where it is!

Dad!

Stop it.

Red!

Ernst.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Why, Ernest?

I think you know

the answer now, George.

I pronounce this man dead.

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