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Nothing Sacred Page #5
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Oh, it's awfully cozy, isn't it?
Are you still mad at me?
I'm mad at myself.
Drooling away to you about the funeral...
That's what drove you to it!
Wallace, it wasn't that at all.
Oh, darling, I'd love to sit in here
with you for the rest of my life.
Hazel?
Will you marry me?
- What?
- You heard me. Will you marry me?
- Oh, Wally...
- Come on, answer me.
But darling, there's
no future in it.
Now, don't talk like a half-wit.
I don't care about the future.
Oh, Wally, if things
were normal I'd...
Oh, Wally, I... I mustn't.
Don't ask me.
Please, just kiss me once more and let
it go at that without ruining your life.
So what the devil is there
better to life than we've got?
A handful of perfect hours. That's
all the luckiest ever get out of it.
Just a handful of hours
to save and remember.
And then... I'll be there at the end,
sailor. I'll be there waving you goodbye.
It'll be the same as if you
and I had lived forever.
And you'll... you'll
grow old in my heart.
Okay, Skipper.
You seen anyting of a young
lady what yumped in the river?
Yeah. She's... she's right here.
All right. Yim, get the bullmotor.
Oh, never mind the bullmotor.
Now, her breathing's fine.
- Just... drive us to her hotel, will you?
- Sure. Yump in.
Yumpin' Yiminy.
- Oh. Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Ehh... You're welcome.
- Now...
Looks as if I finally get
my ride on a fire engine.
- Yeah.
- Yumpin' Yiminy.
- Uh, Yim?
- Yim.
Okay, Yim!
Gotta go down and bat out the story.
Oliver's having a cat fit.
You know, I've been
misjudging him.
When I told him you were safe and sound, he
choked up and couldn't talk for a minute.
- Oh yes, he's very sweet.
- Yeah.
Well, I'll... I'll see
you in the morning.
Have a good sleep. Good night.
Yes, it's a big fire. Oh, if
you ever hate me, remember
this... and this... and this...
and this and...
Well, well, well. Hello, Hazel.
Come in.
I was wondering
whatever become of you.
Enoch, who is that man?
Enoch, who is that man?
Oh, he's just a stranger from Europe
who dropped in for a little chat.
We've been discussing medicine,
pro and con. Oh, excuse me.
I want to introduce
you to Hazel Flagg.
Mister, uh... What did
you same your name was?
Egelhofer. Dr. Emil Egelhofer.
Dr. Awfulegger...
Seems to me I've heard of
you somewhere, doctor.
Oh, Enoch... Enoch,
sit down now.
I received a radio on the ship
from the Morning Star, Miss Flagg,
Which excited my professional
as well as humane interests.
And I called on you at once.
Aaah, that must be my colleagues.
Come right in, gentlemen.
This is the young lady,
Miss Hazel Flagg.
Dr. Felix Maratchovsky of Moscow.
Dr. Friedrich Kirchenweisser of Berlin.
All the darkeys am a weeping
Massa's in the cold, cold ground...
There is no vestige, no
trace, no single symptom
young woman, Mr. Stone.
We had some trouble with that
horse doctor from Vermont
But we took the
X-rays regardless.
Are you sure you examined
the right woman
And not some... some impostor?
Oh, ho-ho. The only impostor in this case,
Mr. Stone, is this young woman we examined.
known as Hazel Flagg.
Here's the full report of this examination.
Here's the X-ray pictures
showing the entire skeleton of this
young woman known as Hazel Flagg.
And here, Mr. Stone, is my bill.
Um, um... our bill.
And I will assure you,
not me or my colleagues
will say one single word
of this to the newspapers.
Goodbye. You have nothing more
to worry about, Mr. Stone.
Your troubles are over.
Send me up four sluggers from
the Circulation Department.
Got a bulletin and new lead
for you on Hazel Flagg
that's going to wreathe that sourpuss
of yours into a nosegay of smiles.
Now sit tight and
tuck in your ears.
Miss Flagg is getting
married tonight.
And wish me luck,
old weasel-brain.
Aw, listen, I know
it sounds hysterical
marrying somebody with
a few weeks to live.
Like honeymooning with a
hearse at the front door.
But, Oliver, it's on the square.
What's the matter with you?
Listen, I want you to be best man...
Are you stewed or something?
I came in for congratulations.
What's up? What's eating you?
I am sitting here, Mr. Cook,
trying to figure some way
Out of the blackest disaster that has
ever struck down an innocent man
since the days of
Judas Ischariot.
What are you mumbling about?
What disaster?
I am sitting here, Mr.
Cook, toying with the idea
and stuffing it like an olive!
Hang on, Oliver, you're going screwy.
I'll get Watson.
You ruined me.
fair name of journalism.
You and that foul botch
of nature, Hazel Flagg!
You got some excuse for those words,
Oliver. Let's have it. Quick.
Excuse?! Excuse?!!!
Look at that!
L-l-l-look at that skeleton!
Not a bone missing, down to the
last healthy vertebra! Intact!
Read that. Rub your nose in it.
That's Hazel Flagg.
The biggest fake of the century.
A lying, faking witch with the soul of
an eel and the brain of a tarantula.
She hasn't got anything
wrong with her at all.
Sweet heaven, I can't believe it.
It's like some miracle.
Get me the Waldorf Hotel
as quick as you can!
bring her to this office!
If you have to drag her through
the street by the hair!
So help me, Oliver, if you hurt that kid,
I'll knock you cold. I'll brain you!
You stay here and watch that maniac.
Watch every move he makes.
office within half an hour!
- You're staying here!
- Now, Oliver, you're not gonna hurt her...
- Shut up!
- I'm marrying her.
Get that into that
monkey skull of yours.
I don't care how we've been taken or
what she's done. I'm in love with her
- Oh, that's a beautiful thought.
- And I thank God on my knees...
...that she's a fraud and a
fake and isn't going to die.
You're on your knees thanking God when the
whole town's getting ready to laugh at us.
A howl that'll be heard
around the world!
Let 'em laugh. I'll do
my own laughing back.
- It'll be worse than the French Revolution.
- Well, I hope I'm here when it breaks.
I wanna make one speech to our dear readers
before they carry our heads off on a pike.
Wanna tell 'em we've
been their benefactors.
We gave 'em a chance to pretend
were dripping with the milk of
human kindness.
- What's your name?
- Who, me? Max.
I want quiet in this office, Max.
Quiet so I can think
- Hazel Flagg's a fraud, eh?
- Gag him!
So when you start yelling "foul", remember
she was just a circulation stunt for you.
You used her like you've used every broken
heart that's fallen into your knap-sack.
and help sell your papers.
That's enough about
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