House of Wax Page #6

- I'm afraid I haven't been much help.

- You never can tell. Thank you.

- Please don't mention this to your partner.

- I won't.

You know, I gamble on Jarrod.

He's strange, unpredictable,

but I think he's a man of integrity.

- I'm sure of it. Thank you very much.

- Not at all. Good day, gentlemen.

Remember I told you

I knew the man with the whiskers?

Do you remember that artist in Sing Sing

who painted The Last Supper on his cell?

Hendricks. They called him a genius

and gave him a parole.

But when they turned him loose,

he became a drunk.

He broke parole a year ago.

We've had him on the wanted list since.

- Carl Hendricks?

- That's him. Alias, Leon Averill.

- Bring him in.

- Can do.

A little more bitterness

in that face, my boy.

Remember, this fellow has been

badly used by the world...

and he despises all the people in it.

Deepen those lines

around the corner of the mouth.

Not too much.

There. That's better.

What I wouldn't give

to have those fingers of yours.

- Thank you, Mr. Jarrod.

- I'm sorry I kept you so late tonight, Scott.

That's all right.

Miss Allen is meeting me here.

It's her birthday.

We're going to celebrate at Chiles'.

Charming creature.

I was worried. The shock of finding

that murdered girl gave her strange ideas.

I know.

I took her to Lt. Brennan, he set her right.

That's very good now. Excellent.

Before you go, would you mind

running over to Metzgers for me?

- Metzgers?

- Where they make the artificial flowers.

They're doing a background

for this new group. Take a look at it.

You know what I want.

Advise them on the color scheme.

I'd go myself,

but it's so hard for me to get about.

I know. I'll be glad to do it.

I'll go right now.

Thank you very much.

I followed him through his bender.

Sometimes, he gets the shakes so bad,

you expect to see his teeth fall off.

- Is this all he had on him?

- Yes.

No money?

Gold.

"To Wilbur Patterson...

"With affection and admiration.

"City Attorney's Office.

December 25, 1900."

Where did you get this?

- I found it.

- Where?

- On the El.

- What line?

- Third Avenue, downtown.

- When?

I don't remember, it was months ago.

- Book him on suspicion of murder.

- No. I found that.

I never knew the man who owned it.

I never saw him.

Lock him up.

Please don't put me in a cell. I'm sick.

Can't you see my nerves are all shattered?

Look, please give me one little...

Can I have one little drink...

You're not going to get anything

until you tell us where you got this watch.

- Take him out.

- Let's go.

You shouldn't have done that, my dear.

It is Cathy.

It's Cathy's body under the wax.

I knew it. I knew it all the time.

Everything I ever loved

has been taken away from me.

Not you, my Marie Antoinette,

for I will give you eternal life.

This is where I recreated my Joan of Arc.

It's an interesting process.

If you have patience with me, my dear,

I'll show you how it's done.

I can't stand it.

All right.

All right, I'll tell you what I know.

Patterson was killed

because he looked like Booth.

- You killed him.

- No, not I. Jarrod, at the waxworks.

His hands were no good.

He had to take subjects from life.

- You helped him?

- No, they were already dead.

What about Burke?

He's there, too. In wax.

He was the one

who set fire to the old museum.

Jarrod came out of it alive, but insane.

- Cathy Gray?

- Joan of Arc. That's Cathy.

She's there with all the rest of them.

The whole place is a morgue.

He'll do the same to Sue Allen,

if he gets his hands on her.

You've got to stop him

before he does any more killing.

That look of horror spoils your lovely face.

What if it should show,

even through the wax?

Are you in there?

Where's Sue?

Where is she?

The end will come quickly, my love.

There's a pain beyond pain,

an agony so intense...

it shocks the mind into instant oblivion.

We'll find immortality together...

for they'll remember me through you.

Where's Jarrod?

Andrews, where's Jarrod?

In the cellar. He's got Sue.

Take care of him.

The People's Exhibit Number One.

You almost lost your head. Would you

care to keep that one as a spare?

No, thank you.

We'll never forget you and your men.

Thanks to you, we're still alive.

But every time I shave,

I can still feel that guillotine blade.

- Please, let's not talk about it anymore.

- Yes, you're right.

Mr. Brennan, thank you

for the use of your coat.

- That was nothing.

- It meant a lot to me.

When I found

you weren't dressed too warmly...

I didn't want you to catch a cold.

Goodbye, Mr. Brennan,

and thanks for everything.

- Bless you, Mr. Shane.

- Thank you, Miss Allen.

By the time this guy

gets out of Sing Sing...

this head will grow a long beard.

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