Room Service Page #9

Naturally, it would help us.

We could dump him in the alley.

- Oh! No! No!

- How can you be so sacrilegious?

The body not cold yet!

What are you thinking of?

I'm not going to violate the law.

I'll have to call the police.

Listen, Wagner, there's no hotel law

that prevents a couple of guests

from carrying out a drunken friend, is there?

- We could lug him out the back way.

- And into the theatre.

- He'd be found in the seat.

- The author saw his own play

on the stage and took poison.

- Instead of a suicide, you have a mystery.

- And it wouldn't happen in the hotel.

No. No, I'm sorry. I got to call the police.

- Just a minute, Mr Wagner, don't phone yet.

- Why not?

Well, before they take him from us,

couldn't we say a few words over him?

That's the least we could do.

Well, yes, of course.

My friends, my heart is too

full to say what I really think.

Davis is no longer with us.

It doesn't seem possible.

He was a great playwright,

who died too soon.

- Yes.

- Well, now, I'm...

E pluribus unum.

Amen.

Yes.

# Swing low

# Sweet chariot

# Comin' for to carry me home

# Swing low

# Sweet chariot

# Comin' for to carry me home

# If you get there

# Before I do

# Comin' for to carry me home... #

He's not in the county hospital.

# Tell all my friends

# I'm coming too

# Comin' for to carry me

# Home #

Shall I phone for the police now, Wagner?

I'll do it.

This whole thing was my responsibility.

- You go downstairs. I'll phone the police.

- All right, Wagner.

- Get me...

- Please.

That's the same phone he used

when he spoke to his mother up in Oswego,

only an hour ago.

All right.

Now, remember,

I don't feel responsible for his death.

I never knowingly hurt anybody in my life.

"Wagner drove me to my death,

just as he drove Leo Davis. "

Wagner, you and I have got

to dispose of this dead body.

Maybe we can sell it

to some medical student.

Not with conditions the way they are.

- Come on, we'll dump him in the alley.

- Me, carry him? I couldn't do that.

Come on, we'll just pretend he's drunk.

Give me a hand.

I can't. That dagger. That paper.

I'll dispose of the dagger.

Come on, Wagner. We have no time to lose.

He's not cold yet.

I'll fix that. I'll phone for some ice.

Hello? Room service.

Send up enough ice to cool a warm body.

Let's take him down the service elevator.

I won't have him insulted.

He'll go with the regular passengers.

Well, someone might see us.

Come on.

I can't stand this much longer.

Take it easy. We'll dump him right here.

- We're doomed.

- Take it easy.

Well, Mr Miller,

your show is certainly going great.

Well, that's fine.

- What have you got there?

- Where?

Oh, there.

One of my actors,

he's passed out from the excitement.

- I need him for the third act and look at him.

- You'd think he was dead.

Yes, wouldn't you?

Your friend looks

as though he had a snoot full, too.

Yes, but he'll get over it. Come on, Wagner.

How do you do, Mr Miller?

- How's it going?

- It's a terrific hit, Mr Miller.

For a little light.

For this,

Washington and Lincoln lived,

and although I speak to you

with a foreign accent,

still I speak

for a newer, a freer America.

You win, Vladek.

- They're crazy about it.

- But what about the other dead man?

With a hit like this, we'll give him the

biggest funeral this town has ever had.

Author, author...

It isn't over yet.

We could not have won

except for the sacrifice

of our late comrade, who gave his life

that we might win.

Bring the body in,

and let us pay it

the last moments of reverence.

# Swing low

# Sweet chariot

# Comin' for to carry me home

# Swing low

# Sweet chariot... #

It's going great guns, isn't it, Mr Wagner?

# Comin' for to carry me home

# If you get there

# Before I do

# Comin' for to carry me home #

Yeah, man.

# Tell all my friends

# I'm comin' too #

Sure enough.

# Comin' for to carry me home #

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