Love Crazy Page #10

- No, no, not that way, it'll slip.

Put your foot through the hole.

- Like that?

- Yeah. Now wrap the net around it.

- Oh, I get you. Like that, huh?

- That's fine. That's swell. Look here.

- Now grab this.

- All right, hold it. Now, here we go!

- Come on! Come on! Speed it up, will you?

- Just a sec!

Who's that?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm caught!

Hey, my foot! Hey! Wait! Hey!

You wait, you...

You dirty double-crosser!

Hey, Jim! Come on.

This guy's trying to hang himself.

Oh, I'm choking.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ireland, but from now on

I have to confine you to your room.

After all, you did try to kill yourself.

Doctor, I didn't try to kill myself.

I was just trying to keep

a man from escaping.

What man?

Well, I don't know who he was.

See! No one ever escaped from here.

That's impossible.

- Take him to his room.

- Look! No, no, just a minute. Look, Doctor.

Will you come with me?

Let me show you exactly what he did.

All right. Come along.

Be back in a few minutes

if someone should call.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, and then he...

He climbed up, just like this.

- I see, just like that.

- Yes.

And then the next thing he did...

- Are your feet still in the holes, Doctor?

- Yes, yes. I haven't moved yet.

Well, Doctor, he...

He leaned down like this and...

- Oh, who's that, Doctor?

- Yes?

Oh! Help! Hey!

Doctor, did you ever see anything like this

in all your 32 years of medical experience?

Help! Hey! Come here!

- Hello, Mr. Ireland.

- Hello, Joe.

- The police are after someone.

- Yeah. Well, let's go, Joe.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm in a hurry.

Doctor, when you find Steve,

will you bring him to me?

I'm not going to send him back

to the rest home.

Sorry, Mrs. Ireland, he must come back.

- But why? He's in my custody.

- Not anymore.

- You see, he tried to kill Dr. Wuthering.

- He what?

We now regard him

as definitely homicidal.

- Homicidal?

- Unfortunately.

And it's against the law

to allow private custody in such cases.

Much too dangerous.

That's why the police are coming.

Pardon me. That should be the police now.

Hello.

Hello, Doctor, this is Sergeant Payson.

Ireland got in about two minutes ago.

I posted men at all the exits.

We're ready to start searching now.

Very well, Sergeant.

We'll leave you in charge.

We're going back to the sanatorium.

He's in the building, Mrs. Ireland.

But don't worry, the police are here.

They have every exit covered.

- They'll catch him soon.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Ireland.

- Come, Doctor.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Ireland.

- Good evening, Mr. Ireland.

- Good evening, Tom.

Oh, isn't Mr. Willoughby home?

- It doesn't seem so, sir.

- Oh, let me take that in for you.

- I just came down to borrow some ice.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

Why, you...

- Steve.

- Isobel.

Could you hide me someplace?

The cops are after me.

I got the clippings

on my Chicago exhibit.

I can't.

- Pinky's here. He's in the shower.

They stank to high heaven.

If he finds you here, he'll kill you.

Oh, that's lovely, dear.

- Oh, here he comes.

What do you mean, lovely?

- I'm a dead duck.

- But I said, "Not so lovely," dear.

Hey, Mrs. Grayson,

did Steve Ireland come in here?

- Why, of course not.

- I'm sorry.

Hey, officer, he's down

on this terrace. I just saw him.

- Hey, what goes on here?

- Nothing, dear.

Well, who were you talking to?

I just heard a man's voice in here.

Oh, that was somebody at the window.

It was about a man they were looking for.

Well, why would they be looking

for a man in your apartment?

You there!

What are you doing on my terrace?

We're looking

for a homicidal maniac.

A homicidal maniac,

why, that's silly!

There is nothing silly

about a homicidal maniac.

Oh, wait, dear. Where are you going?

- I'm going to take my shower.

- But you just took your shower.

Didn't start yet. Just washed my hair.

I've got to get this soap out.

Oh, but don't leave me. I... I'm afraid.

- Well, come on in with me, then.

- Let's go in my bathroom.

I'll get all the soap out with my spray.

It's much better for your scalp.

Now, look, for 40 years

I've washed my head under a shower.

It works, and I like it.

- But Pinky, I... Wait! Wait!

- What?

I... I guess I'm just nervous.

What's the matter?

Oh, Pinky, I...

I'm sure I heard something out there.

You'd better go and look

and see what it is.

Well, I didn't hear anything.

You're just jumpy, that's all.

Yes, I am.

You'd think these apartments

would give you hot water when you... Ow!

There it goes! All of a sudden.

Pinky! Pinky, wait. That's much too hot.

There, that's better. It's nice and tepid.

But I don't want it nice and tepid.

I want it hot.

I'm tired and I want a red-hot shower.

Do you mind?

No, I don't mind, Pinky,

but it isn't good for you.

Will you please go outside

and let me take my shower?

Hey! Oh, get me a towel.

Get me... Isobel, get me a towel.

The soap's in my eyes. Help!

Oh, thank you, darling.

- Steamed pudding.

- They said you were a maniac.

- What have you been up to?

- Had an argument with my wife.

- Steve, did you kill her?

- Kill her? Of course not!

I'II... I'll tell you about it later.

- Hello, Officer. Have you found him yet?

- Not yet, ma'am.

We're searching all the apartments.

Get to yours in a little while.

Good.

Come on! You'll have to hide in my room.

Isobel, will you bring me

some dry towels?

Go on! I'll find some way to get you out!

Yes, dear.

I wouldn't stand out there, sir.

If that nut is above you,

he might drop something

- down on top of you.

He might at that.

Say, officer, be sure and let Mrs. Ireland

know as soon as you find him.

Will do that, sir.

Nothing yet, but they're bound

to glom onto him any minute.

Ward, do you think Steve

has a chance to get to me?

Not a prayer, so don't worry about it.

- I'm not worried. I want him to come here.

- What?

Don't tell me you fell for

that homicidal maniac stuff.

No, but those doctors have, and I don't

understand why. I want to talk to him.

Don't do it, Susan.

He cooked up this party,

let him stew in his own juice.

Ward, don't argue. Help me.

Get the police off his track.

Take them

to the wrong apartment, anything.

Give Steve a chance to get to me.

Please, Ward.

- Yeah, but I...

- Please!

Oh, all right, Susan. I'll see what I can do.

Pinky, do you mind

if I don't go with you tonight?

Of course I mind. What's the matter?

Are you sore

because I asked you to tie my tie?

Oh, Pinky.

Say, what's the matter with you tonight?

Acting like a cat on hot bricks!

The police are ready to search

your apartment now, Mr. Grayson.

Well, what for?

They were in here a half an hour ago.

- No one's come in here since.

- Sorry, sir.

- But we can't take any chances.

- Well, we're going out very soon.

Why don't you search

somewhere else first?

- What about that apartment over there?

- Well, that's mine.

He ran out of there a half an hour ago.

Then I'll bet you a hat

that's where he is now.

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