Mad Love Page #2

Boy, I bet it burned

those guys in the circus.

How did you happen to become

such a great expert at knife-throwing?

Practice. Learned to toss

a penknife when I was six.

Run away with the circus at 10,

and made my living with a knife.

- May I have your autograph?

- Sure. Give me.

Say, you can't talk about her like that.

I loved that dame,

even if she did two-time me.

The pen.

Well, old hands can still do their stuff, eh?

What do you want here?

- Well, this happens to be my pen.

- Well, take it and get out.

- What about that call for Dr. Gogol?

- They're still trying to get him.

Here's the American journalist

you sent for.

Hiya, kid.

- Hello, Chief.

- Monsieur Reagan.

You are the gentleman

who's going to cover this execution?

Yeah. I wish they'd cover it

so I can't see it.

You know, I got a weak stomach.

This Rollo is an American.

Yes. That's why it will make

a good story for our paper.

The fact is, we are anxious to avoid

undue sensationalism

- in the American papers.

- I know what you mean.

- I'll use a soft pencil.

- Thank you.

And if, as you say,

your nerves are a little weak,

- I suggest you bring a flask of cognac.

- No. Gin, Chief.

Gin for executions, beer for birthdays,

wine for weddings and champagne.

- Oh, champagne.

- For what?

You ask that and you're a Frenchman?

Dr. Gogol's clinic on the wire.

Her first natural sleep in weeks.

Poor little thing.

Tomorrow you can take the boards out

from under her.

- Telephone for you, Professor.

- Don't disturb me now.

- The brace will give sufficient support.

- Yes, Professor.

But, it's the Prefect of Police himself.

He insists.

Yes, Monsieur Rosset?

Yes.

Rollo?

Tomorrow at 6:
00?

Of course, I'll be there. Thank you.

Is that Dr. Gogol, the famous surgeon?

- You're very inquisitive.

- Well, that's my job to be inquisitive.

I wonder if I could get him

to write some articles for our newspaper.

You'll see him at the guillotine.

Why not ask him?

Good idea.

Rollo's train gets in

from Fontainebleau in 20 minutes.

Like to come to the station with me?

Why, certainly. A welcome committee

and a farewell party rolled into one.

Hey, Chief, let's get out of here.

This thing's a Turkish bath.

Can you please tell me when

the Fontainebleau Express will arrive?

Go ahead and tell her, Chief.

No one seems to know, madame.

It's 20 minutes late already.

Hey, Chief, look.

What's the matter?

Has this whole town gone crazy?

Wrecked! Number 18 is wrecked!

What train is wrecked?

Sorry, madame,

I can't give any information.

Then give it to me.

Fontainebleau Express,

Monsieur le Prefect.

- Is it serious?

- I don't know, madame.

- Where was it?

- Near Geron, 20 miles out.

Relief train leaving on Track 9.

- Please.

- Can I see you a minute?

Please. Please, may I go

with the relief train?

- Sorry, madam, it's against orders.

- Come on, we'll get a taxi.

All right, fellows. Come on, everybody.

Stephen!

Help me, please. Please help me.

Help me somebody! Please, here.

- Well, Doctor?

- Your husband will live.

Madame, what joy.

The head injury is not serious.

It's only his hands.

- Only his hands?

- I'm afraid we shall have to amputate.

Amputate! No, no!

No, Doctor, you don't understand!

His hands... He's a great pianist!

But even so, madame, what are hands

when it's a matter of saving life?

- But his hands are his life!

- Excuse me.

- Madame, Dr. Gogol.

- Oh, no, not that man.

But he's a genius, madame,

and if it means Monsieur Stephen's life?

Yes. Yes.

Doctor... Doctor, can you get an

ambulance to take my husband to Paris

- to Dr. Gogol's house immediately?

- But, madame...

I know the risk. I'll take the responsibility.

Dr. Marbeau,

there are two operations waiting.

As you wish, madame.

It's great to start the day off.

Oh, all right. All right.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Ring your head off. All right. There.

Hello? Hello?

Yes, this is

the Professor Gogol's housekeeper.

Yes.

Well, the Professor isn't here.

If you want to know,

he's visiting Madame Guillotine.

He never misses

one of those head choppings.

Attention!

Present arms!

Attention!

Say, Chief, I barely made this.

You know, they had me in the jug.

They said I insulted one of those

gendarmes at the wreck.

- Quiet, Monsieur Reagan, if you please.

- Okay.

Boy. Ain't that something.

He's an American, ain't he?

Can I ask him a question?

- Hiya, buddy.

- Hiya, partner.

- Tough luck, kid.

- We all get it in the neck some day.

- Say, tell me something, will you?

- Anything you want to know.

Well, I'm from Las Vegas and I hear

they finished the big dam.

Biggest in the world,

and it's making a lake 200 miles long.

It's the gospel truth, kid.

Well, what do you think of that?

So long. Come on.

Not ill, my friend, are you?

Oh, Doc, on the level

I'm as sick as a bedbug.

Come here a minute.

Say, how'd you like to make

a couple of bucks

by writing some articles

for the magazine section of our paper

- back in New York?

- Why buy articles about me?

You can get all you want

from the medical journals.

Wait a minute.

Who reads the medical journals?

The stuff I want is the stuff you do

you don't put in the journals.

Are you catching on?

And I'm not interested

in your publicity, young man.

Well, Doc, you want to make

a couple of dollars, don't you?

Chief, will you talk... Ain't that murder.

Suzanne.

- Yes, Professor?

- Why that ambulance?

I ordered no case here for experiment.

They brought a man whose hands

were smashed in the Fontainebleau wreck.

What man? What wreck?

How dare you let people turn my clinic

into a public hospital?

But, Professor, his wife brought him,

a Madam Orlac.

- What?

- She said you were her friend.

- Where is he?

- In the ward with Dr. Wong.

- Has he come yet?

- Yes. He's with your husband.

Oh, thank heaven.

Prepare for amputation.

Doctor. His hands? Can you save them?

Calm yourself, madame. He's in no danger.

There are other outlets for musical talent

besides playing.

He's also a composer.

I understand.

You mean to amputate.

And I believed you could save them.

Believed you would help me.

If it would help,

I'd gladly give my own two hands, but...

All right, then.

Now you must rest and when you awaken,

everything will be over.

If I could only help her.

If I could only find a way.

- There must be a...

- Impossible, Professor.

- Impossible?

- Impossible.

Napoleon said that word is not French!

Suzanne! Suzanne!

Call the Prefecture of Police.

Get Prefect Rosset himself.

Emergency call!

Stop the anesthetic.

Stop the anesthetic.

Of course I want to help you, Dr. Gogol,

but I've got to get a release.

Don't worry about it.

I'll have Rollo's body at your clinic

within 30 minutes.

Good luck with your experiment.

Increase the carbon dioxide.

Congratulations, Professor. You've done it.

Once I felt the blood pulsing

through the hands,

I knew the operation would succeed.

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