Charlie Chan at the Wax Museum Page #5

- [Jimmy] No, it was a man.

And there was a dummy in here with its head

all bandaged up, right here where I'm standing.

And now it's gone too.

Bandaged dummy part of exhibit?

Well, yes. It, uh, must have been changed

temporarily. Uh, shall we move on?

One moment, please.

Marks on floor indicate

prison bed moved... thus.

- [Jimmy] A trapdoor!

- [Cream] Oh, just a storeroom.

If storeroom innocent,

will apologize.

Lead way, please.

Yes.

[Footsteps Descending Stairs]

Now this, gentlemen,

is my workshop, my studio.

Here I create in wax

the photographic likeness of famous criminals.

My work, purely educational

endorsed by schools and colleges.

My theme is "Crime does not pay."

- The end of the evil trail is prison or death.

- [Handcuffs Ratcheting]

Please, please!

Uh, sculpture was my hobby.

It is now my profession.

There is an artist in everyone,

if you look for him.

Don't you agree with me, Mr. Chan?

Most unusual form of art.

[Cream]

Uh, I do that when I'm nervous

tearing pieces of paper, you know.

Exact duplicate

of Steve McBirney's signature...

first observed in courtroom.

[Cream]

Why, nonsense. I don't even know McBirney.

Say, Pop, I'll bet Hey!

A hidden room.

- Oh, boy!

- Doctor.

- Most interesting.

- This where you operate on your dummies,

Dr. Cream?

- No. This is surgical birthplace of new faces.

- But, Mr. Chan

Evidence betrays museum to be hideout for

hunted criminals who change faces to cheat law.

So they could carry on the rackets.

Pop, you've discovered a big thing.

Now I understand why Miss Latimer

cut wires to chair.

She did not want murder to expose

museum's most profitable business.

- [Phone Rings]

- One moment. You answer telephone.

[Rings]

- Hello? What is it?

- Hello, give me Walker.

Then give me the city desk.

What? Who?

Jimmy Chan?

Uh-huh.

You're talking to the cellar.

Oh, Pop.

Miss Bolton

She dialed her office and got me.

Telephone obviously operated upon

so outside world cannot be reached.

Then I didn't talk to the police.

They're not coming!

McBirney

He didn't tell me about that phone.

And now they know

that Von Brom died instead of you.

[McBirney]

Here's where I settle with Chan.

[Cream]

I thought they'd gone. That was the plan.

But if they know that you're alive,

well, then they're still here.

And they'll kill you

and they'll kill me!

- [Jimmy] Like they killed Dr. Von Brom!

- Correction, please.

Criminologist not killed by McBirney.

Murderer was Butcher Dagan.

- [Jimmy] Dagan?

- [Cream] How do you mean?

Three clues spell Dagan:

Quill toothpick, bamboo dart...

and poison called tonga.

- Get that Chinaman before he gets us.

- No.

First we'll let him spot Dagan,

then we get 'em both.

Dagan send another man

to meet McBirney's bullets.

Officially dead,

Dagan vanish into new identity...

until recognized tonight

by Dr. Von Brom...

And threat of exposure

cost criminologist his life.

Dagan kill to prevent exposure

of new face.

- Dr. Cream, which one Dagan?

- [Cream] I tell you, I don't know!

[Jimmy] With a new face, he could be a woman

I mean, posing as a woman.

[Charlie]

You give to Butcher Dagan living disguise.

- [Tom] Dr. Cream!

- The

- [Cream] Yes?

Doctor, you've got to tell us

who Dagan is.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

I never met Dagan.

You're covering up.

Mr. Chan knows what he's talking about.

- We're all in danger here with a killer loose!

- Mr. Agnew quite right.

Will send offspring outside of building

immediately to telephone police.

Okay, Pop.

[Thunder Rumbling In Distance]

- Mr. Agnew, please lock front door

after son's departure.

- Very well.

- If you'll excuse me, I have something to attend to.

- Oh, no, you don't.

- Why, you let me go!

- Tryin' to make a getaway, huh?

Now, how you make getaway

to summon police?

Oh, gee, Pop, I forgot.

- Where's the key?

- I don't know, you idiot!

Perhaps radio control box

connected by telephone...

to broadcast studio

will summon police.

Right.

I never thought of that.

Edwards, put me through

to the studio.

No connection.

They signed us off.

- Say, Pop, when I was in the lobby, that

- Please. Too many theories.

Let no one leave this room.

Will try to fix office telephone.

- [Door Closes]

- [Whispering] You fool.

Don't try another double-cross.

- What'd you say?

- Oh, uh, I said...

- "It looks as though you're the boss."

- Oh.

Didn't sound that way to me.

Mr. Lane, why were you spying

on Mr. Agnew and Mr. Chan?

Spying? What's this?

I want to know what's going on.

You see, I came here to prevent a murder

Dr. Von Brom's murder.

What?

Who wanted to kill him?

My client, Mrs. Rocke.

The death of her husband left her embittered.

She believed that Von Brom persecuted Joe Rocke

to make his evidence stick.

Tonight, at her apartment,

she threatened to shoot Von Brom...

if he wouldn't exonerate her husband.

I begged her to let me

handle the matter, but...

she lost her temper

and ran out with a gun.

That's why I came here.

And now I'm convinced

that she couldn't have killed Von Brom.

Mrs. Rocke, is this true?

Do you know this man?

- [Thunder Rumbling]

- [Mary] Then he isn't your lawyer.

She's under a very great emotional strain.

- I think Mr. Chan should know about this.

- [Lane] That's your business.

[Jimmy]

Who did that? Put those lights on!

[Cream]

Don't move. There's a killer among us.

- I hope this isn't somebody's idea of a joke.

- Where's the light switch?

[Loud Thunderclap]

[Charlie] Please, Inspector O'Matthews?

Yes, telephone feel much better.

Desire inspector at once.

- [Muffled Cries]

- Regret to report murder at Museum of Crime.

Killer, Butcher Dagan,

still in building.

Witnesses to crime in great danger, and

[Groaning]

- Why doesn't someone speak? Tom! Mr Lane!

- [Thunder Rumbling]

M-Maybe Dagan's sneaking up on us.

- [Squeals] Somebody just touched me.

- I did.

- How many times do I have to ask?

Where's the light switch?

- The corridor, on the right.

- Uh, oh sorry. Sorry.

- [Lane] Watch yourself.

What's going on here?

Which one of you

put those lights out?

- Hey!

- [Mary] Where's Dr. Cream?

I knew I had the right man.

He got away in the dark.

- You! You work with him.

You put the lights out for his getaway.

- Prove it!

Pop! Pop!

Pop.

Pop!

[Lane]

Knifed!

- Got him from the other door.

- [Charlie] Question, please.

How you know killer use other door?

Well, Mary was outside this door...

and no one could come in this way.

Gee, Pop, it's really you.

Oh, for a minute,

I thought that

Filial grief honorable music

to ancient heart.

I get it.

You set a trap to catch the killer.

Am most grateful to wax twin

for deceiving same...

- but knife thrower escape in darkness.

- Oh, the knife

No, do not touch.

Fingerprints may have message.

Oh. Dr. Cream He's gone.

Do likewise.

Go for police.

Each moment of delay

dangerous to all here.

[Thunder Rumbling]

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