Mystery of the Wax Museum Page #6

Let me show you.

I don't want to put you

to the trouble, Mr. Igor.

No trouble at all, my child.

This is the strange, vicarious pleasure

that remains for me.

To see others enjoy the beauty

I used to create.

- My footing is none too secure.

- Please, let me help you.

Help me, my dear...

you'll help me to give back to the world...

my masterpiece.

Marie Antoinette.

No!

Hey, you. Wait a minute.

- You can't park here. Get it out of here.

- Okay, brother.

- I have to park the car. I'll be right back.

- Make it snappy, I might need you.

- Hey, Ralph!

- Hello, Florence.

- Gee, am I glad to see you.

- First time you've said that.

- Have you got a key?

- I just came down to open up.

- What are you doing here?

- After news, as usual.

What are the chances for me

to slip in and look around?

You better wait

until the old man gets here.

I'll tell you a secret. I like the old gent.

I'm doing a special Sunday magazine--

- I don't think I can--

- lt might help him a whole lot.

The old man was depressed at the opening

last night. This might cheer him up.

Hurry up.

Thanks.

All right. I'll talk. I'll tell you what I know!

Ramsey was murdered

because he looked like Voltaire.

Do you hear?

Because he looked like Voltaire.

You want to know what became of him!

He's a statue. A silly wax statue.

You killed him!

Come on with the rest of it.

No, I did not.

It was lgor at the Wax Museum.

You were in on it. You worked for him.

The only thing I did

was keep track of a man named Worth.

- He runs the place where you arrested me.

- You lie!

No. It was lgor at the Wax Museum.

You'll find your judge embalmed in wax!

He's a statue of Voltaire,

with the other corpses!

I tell you, the whole place is a morgue.

Do you hear? A morgue.

My child, why are you so pitifully afraid?

Immortality has been the dream,

the inspiration of mankind for ages.

I am going to give you immortality.

Please, I haven't done anything

to hurt you.

I have no desire to hurt you.

You will always be beautiful.

Think, my child, in a thousand years,

you will be as lovely as you are now.

- Come.

- No!

Let me go!

Your face...

was of wax.

- You fiend.

- My Marie Antoinette.

- You must not say that to me.

- You fiend!

There was a fiend, of that you can be sure.

There was a fiend.

And this is what he did to me.

You did this.

For 12 years, 12 awful years...

this terrible living dead man...

with these burned hands and face

has searched for the fiend.

Now the account is closed.

He is here!

Charlotte!

Don't be afraid, my dear.

In a few minutes,

the container will have filled with wax.

And when it overflows,

your beauty will be preserved forever.

Here, go down there quickly.

- I'm getting out of here.

- We'll go down there and help them.

- What can I do?

- I don't know, we must do something!

Come on, boys. This is it.

They're down there. Quick!

Through the center.

Try it again.

Stop where you are!

Take them away!

- You've got the other papers bleeding.

- Now I'm going to scramble this egg.

- Now, Poison lvy, was that a story?

- You had a million dollars worth of luck.

Listen, stupid, could I do anything

that would meet with your approval?

You could. Cut out this crazy business

and act like a lady. Marry me.

- Marry you?

- That's what I said.

I'm gonna get even with you,

you dirty stiff.

I'll do it.

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