Mystery of the Wax Museum Page #3

and so kind of dumb and worthless.

If he is, we'll give him away

as a bridge prize.

Come on, beat it.

It's 5:
. 00. You need some sleep.

- There's another point.

- Sleep on it. We'll get it tomorrow.

Here's your portrait.

- Which one is me? The horse?

- Get out of here.

If my curiosity is not too great...

would you mind telling me

what animal you are designing?

One of the Athenian girls

for the bacchanal.

It would be interesting to know

where and when you studied anatomy.

It doesn't seem so bad to me.

What is wrong with it?

Anatomy.

Heaven forgive you.

You must have studied

with a sideshow of .

I'm sorry, sir. I'll change it.

The reason I wanted to work with you

was to learn about that.

And this fellow.

Look what this cobbler is doing.

What is this?

Are you so beautiful that you make

everything in your own likeness?

It's a mercy of Providence

that this fellow cannot hear.

Anatomy.

A great sculptor.

And I am barred.

Look.

Look at these claws.

If I had those hands of yours...

I would show you the meaning

of what you are trying to do.

All those beautiful things

that were destroyed...

I could restore.

It is a cruel irony

that you people without souls...

should have hands.

But go on, go back to work.

It is useless and hopeless

to talk to such people.

Who is it?

Got it? Is it completed?

Yes, sir, it's ready,

but it's pretty heavy and I'll need help.

Come in here. Help Professor Darcy.

And hurry.

The figure has yet to be mounted

and dressed.

And now, my friend,

you are to see something...

that one truly can describe as art.

Professor Darcy doesn't try to keep

freedom and sketchiness in his work.

He is an artist.

His figures are realistic, lifelike.

He works at home, hours when

such people as you are loafing.

- Shall we open it?

- Yes.

Exquisite. Almost as beautiful

as the original.

Someday I hope to have you restore

Marie Antoinette.

I'd be glad to, Mr. Igor.

Take her in. Dress her for the opening.

I think I'll have something to tell you soon.

You have done well,

and I too have something for you.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello! I was just thinking about you.

Yeah, I was, too.

No, I haven't forgotten.

I won't have much time,

we'll have to eat someplace close.

Let's go to that little Bohemian place.

- All right, I'll meet you in the lobby.

- At 12:
00.

Bye.

Who was it? Penny ante?

- Why?

- I just wondered.

Did he invite you to lunch,

or did you invite him?

I don't want to offend you

but it's none of your business.

- I don't interfere in any of your affairs.

- I don't have any affairs.

- What do you mean?

- I don't think you could have a real affair.

I don't think you could care for anyone.

I've been in love so many times,

my heart's calloused.

But I never had one with dough.

This love-in-an-attic isn't my idea of a way

to spend a pleasant afternoon.

I don't agree with you.

All right, you raise the kids,

I'll raise the roof.

I'd rather die shaking cocktails

and bankers...

than expire in a pan of dirty dish water.

Would you?

He can look like a gorilla

and have no manners...

but he must have dough, plenty of dough.

You think money is the only requisite.

It just happens that the poor people

are happier.

Then marry Ralph.

You'll be the happiest couple in the world.

I wish you wouldn't be

so sarcastic about him.

He's the sweetest kid I know.

What are you laughing at?

I just imagined you telling

a landlady some day...

you didn't have the rent,

but Ralph was awfully sweet.

I haven't noticed

any multi-millionaires running after you.

I met one last night.

All the money this side of Peoria.

- Did you? Where?

- ln the can.

The hoosegow! Mrs. Winton's little boy,

of the Park Avenue Wintons.

- Discharge?

- Yeah.

How are you, Mr. Winton?

When I say I'm happier to see you

than I ever was to see anyone...

it comes from the heart.

- How are you, Mr. Gates?

- Splendid, my boy.

- What have you been up to?

- Not a thing.

- I hope your father accepts that.

- ls Dad here?

No. We talked to him long distance today.

- Was he pretty sore?

- He wasn't exactly overjoyed.

What did he say?

He said to get you out of trouble,

then hire someone to punch your head off.

- Have you had lunch?

- No.

Come on, we'll get something to eat.

- Hello, Florence, how are you?

- Fine. Thanks.

I'm awfully sorry,

I've got to disappoint you.

Don't worry. She'll get used to it.

Disappoint me? Why?

I won't be able to go to lunch with you.

What's happened?

The old man is awfully anxious

to open on schedule.

All of the advertising

announced it for tonight.

What are you doing here?

There are no visitors allowed.

- You'll have to leave.

- I'm from the Express.

I don't care where you're from.

I said, "No visitors allowed."

You might get some good publicity,

if you'll--

We're opening tonight.

You shall have the pleasure then.

You don't understand, if you....

Ralph.

Are you going to stay out there all day?

The old man's pretty peppery.

I'll see you tonight.

All right.

I'm awfully sorry.

I was just explaining about....

- What's the matter, sir?

- Nothing at all, my boy.

I should like to meet your friend.

Why, certainly, sir.

Charlotte, Mr. Igor wants to meet you.

Why, certainly.

Mr. Igor, may I present my fiance,

Miss Duncan.

- Charlotte, Mr. Igor.

- I'm delighted to meet you.

- Professor Darcy.

- How do you do?

If you will forgive this poor,

crippled stump, my dear...

I am very happy to know you.

You'd be amused if I were to tell you

that I knew you before you were born.

Before this terrible thing

happened to me...

I made a very beautiful statue.

And, my child...

you are that figure come to life.

How?

I wonder, sometime, would you pose

for one of my sculptors...

who does really excellent work?

Why, yes, I'd love to.

Thank you.

...see you tonight at the opening.

- Of course, I plan to come.

- You'd be welcome at any time.

I crave nourishment.

Come on, moonstruck. Let's get going.

So long, see you in jail.

- Good-bye, Mr. Igor.

- Good-bye. I'll see you tonight.

I assume I shall have the privilege

of having her pose for me.

- That was my plan.

- Thank you.

I'm going to leave you.

I've got to get to the office.

- But what about lunch?

- I'll have it for supper.

Hello, light of my life!

Well, Prussic Acid. What's on your mind?

I want to see the original pictures

of Joan Gale.

Dig into the morgue and send up

all the art you have on Joan Gale.

Why so mysterious? Spill it.

So you can tell me I'm wrong?

Don't be silly.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

I am right! I know I'm right.

No one would suspect it.

You don't sound right.

If you wisecrack while I'm talking,

I'll crown you.

Go ahead, wise guy. Spill it.

There's a wax museum opening

on 14th Street.

Don't that call for an extra.

I asked you to keep it shut.

You can't blame a guy

for getting breathless with that scoop.

You poor baboon, you can guess the rest.

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