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Now, wait a minute.

I don't want to appear stubborn,

but I'm afraid I couldn't go back now.

Now, listen, Davis...

If you people have lost interest

in my play, I wish you'd say so.

- It isn't that.

- I'm sure Morton Fremont would buy it.

I've got a letter of introduction to him.

- Fremont?

- I guess you've heard of him.

Davis, I'm beginning to see your point.

You just don't want to go home.

Well, that's it.

It's no use forcing our opinion on him.

It might make him neurotic.

Now, about this advance.

All you actually need it for

is board and lodging?

- Yes.

- Davis, your problem is solved.

You move right in here with us.

No, no. Not another word. You're my guest.

This is Liberty Hall.

- You mean live with you?

- Precisely.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot.

By the way, Davis,

if you happen to have any money on you,

it might be a good idea

to let me put it in my vault, downstairs.

I have 67 cents.

You got 67 cents,

and you're asking us for an advance?

He's always clowning.

Well, if you fellows don't mind,

I think I'll wash up.

Yeah, go ahead.

The rest of us are already washed up.

Well, there's only one thing to do.

I'll have to ask Mr Fremont

for an advance on my salary.

Thanks.

I still have some cinders left in my ears

from that train ride.

Save them for fuel, Davis.

It looks like a hard winter.

Faker, I'm surprised at you.

Yeah, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,

robbing a stranger.

You know, I think he's reforming.

He didn't steal the picture.

Yeah, that's the first

encouraging sign I've seen.

Now I know how Gypsy Rose Lee feels.

Hail and Farewell.

Author. Author. Author.

Hello? Who wants Binelli?

Hold on. Do you know any policeman?

Policeman? What's his number?

Hello?

What's that?

But officer, this is the

first I hear about this.

Okey-doke. I'll be right over.

Well, what do you know about that?

I've just been dispossessed.

Dispossessed? From that rattrap?

I know what I'll do.

I'll hock the typewriter.

- Oh, no, you don't.

- You explain it to Davis.

Never mind Davis.

I'm going to hock it myself.

But, I need it more than you do.

The cop said he wants to give me a ticket.

My moose head is blocking the fire pump.

- Now, wait a minute.

- I can't wait. I tell you, I got to have it.

If I don't hurry up, the cop is going

to dispossess me from the sidewalk.

Say, this certainly is a nice bathroom.

I never lived in a hotel before.

I had a valet come up

and lay out your things.

- Thanks.

- Well, I'll go down and register for you.

If anyone calls, I'll be right back.

Hello?

Is this the "We Never Sleep"

collection agency?

Well, this is Leo Davis of Oswego.

No, I'm living here at the

Hotel White Way, Room 920.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I got behind in my payments

on the typewriter,

and they turned it over

to you for collection.

Well, now, if you'll send a man over here,

I'll be only too glad to pay off the balance.

Come in.

Oh, that's quite all right.

Goodbye.

Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought that this was Mr Miller's room.

It is. He'll be right back.

Are you an actress?

No. No, I'm the manager's secretary,

Miss Manny.

Well... What will I tell Mr Miller?

Why, nothing. I mean...

No, no, it's not important.

Excuse me,

what did you say your name was?

Manny, Hilda Manny.

I used to know somebody

called Manny up in Oswego.

- Oscar Manny?

- Yeah.

- He used to give me piano lessons.

- Why, he's my uncle.

You don't tell me. Well, what do you know?

- Well, won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

Would you care for a chocolate?

- I got them on the train.

- Thanks.

$1,200.

Gribble, I can't understand

what's going on here.

- You say Miller skipped?

- So I was given to understand, Mr Wagner.

- When did he skip?

- Well, I'm not sure.

I just want to know one thing, Gribble.

What in blazes goes on

inside that head of yours?

- Mr Wagner, I explained.

- The credit limit of this unit is $500.

Miller kept stringing me along from day

to day, showing me backers, telegrams.

I never expected him to skip.

Why, he's a crook, a deadbeat.

- Lf I catch him, I'll have him arrested.

- I'm sorry, Gribble.

I'll have to charge you with the

difference between the limit and the loss.

- That'll be exactly $700.

- Mr Wagner, I protest.

Gribble, I was sent here

to put this unit on its feet.

If I succeed,

there's a vice presidency waiting for me.

And I'm not going to let anybody

stand in my way!

I'm going up to Room 920

and find out for myself.

You know, I almost forgot what I came in

for, but maybe, since you wrote the show,

I could ask you instead of Mr Miller.

You see, it's... Well, it's about an actor.

- Someone you like?

- Oh, I think he's wonderful.

Oh, I see.

Well, he's a waiter in the hotel.

He was a big star in Russia,

in the Moscow Art Theatre.

The Moscow Art Theatre?

You know, he could play the father

in Hail and Farewell.

He's quite a middle-aged man,

and well, he's getting so discouraged.

Anything you can do for him would...

Gee, I just can't picture you

with a middle-aged man.

But I don't see...

No, no. It's nothing like that.

It's just a favour I'm doing him.

Oh, I see. Well...

Well, sure. I'd be glad to

hear him act anytime. Anytime.

Say, who knows?

I may be discovering a great actor.

Oh, you've made me so happy.

Well, I guess I'd really better be going now.

Thanks for everything,

and for the chocolates, too.

Maybe I can hear that Russian actor act now.

That is, I'd like to meet him

if you could be there, too.

Well, that's wonderful. Come on down.

Well, I'm keen.

I'll get him.

He can act for us on the mezzanine.

Swell.

I can't understand this, Gribble.

You said they checked in this Davis

without cleaning the room?

That's what the clerk said.

Gribble, the more I get into this thing,

the less I seem to know.

But there's one thing I'm sure of.

There's a screw loose in this hotel

somewhere, and I'm going to find it.

Mr Wagner, if you'd only give me a chance

to investigate...

Investigate?

You allow this chiseller to move in,

move in 22 other people.

22 people I can't even find!

And now...

- You're Mr Davis?

- Huh?

Mr Miller, perhaps?

No, wrong again.

Jumping butterballs!

Gribble, they've checked in another man.

- And that makes 23!

- There must be some mistake.

I'll say there is. Who's living here, anyway?

I'll take that.

I'll find out what's going on here.

Oh, boy! I had a tough time

getting him through the revolving door.

Don't talk to me.

What's that?

In the dining room?

I'll be right down.

Don't leave this room, Gribble.

- I have work to do.

- Mr Wagner...

There are 22 people

having dinner down there

and charging it all to Miller!

Jumping butterballs!

He's mad.

I thought Gordon was going to skip.

Well, he's not the skipper he used to be.

You see, we're expecting a backer,

so we had to change our plans.

Yes, and Wagner's charging me with $700

of Miller's bill.

Me, personally.

Kiss me, Joe.

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