The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse Page #3

Now, listen carefully, Miss Randolph.

Has it occurred to you

why criminal activity...

...should change a man's

entire personality?

I'm afraid I've never thought

about anything like that.

I've been thinking about it

for a long time now.

I'm planning a book

on the medical aspects of crime.

Showing how the criminal's life

produces such extreme nervous tension...

...that it changes his entire mental

and physical makeup.

I'm convinced that there

are medical reasons for these changes.

Changes which manifest themselves

in the blood pressure...

...in the ratio of the blood corpuscles...

...in the heightened activity of the nerves

and the glands. Do you understand?

I want to analyze, scientifically,

the precise nature of these changes.

But I can do it only by studying criminals

while they're at work...

...not after they've been put away

behind bars.

Proper subjects for such research

are naturally difficult to find.

So of necessity,

I began these experiments on myself.

I planned a series of burglaries

and went through with them.

As accurately as I could,

I observed my own reactions...

...pulse, respiration, blood pressure.

Well, precisely as I'm doing now.

Oh, and incidentally, nurse,

I find it very fascinating.

But, doctor, have you considered

the horrible risk you're running?

If my book can help criminologists

deal intelligently...

...with the problem of crime in

this country, isn't it worth some risk?

If I accomplish my purpose, I believe

I'll be making a contribution to society...

...worth whatever personal risk

it may entail. Do you understand, nurse?

Yes, doctor.

Oh, just a moment, Miss Randolph.

We've been associated

for almost five years now.

- Yes, doctor.

- You've been an invaluable assistant.

However, if you feel you cannot continue

under the circumstances...

...that you'd much rather leave me...

Dr. Clitterhouse, I wouldn't think

of leaving you no matter what you d...

- I mean, under any circumstances.

- Very well, then.

- Good night, nurse.

- Good night.

Doctor, tell me.

Have you been thinking

about this very long?

For quite some time now.

Isn't it possible

you have it in the wrong perspective?

Are you hinting that I have

some slight, uh, mental aberration?

- You have been overworking.

- I know precisely what I'm doing.

Valuable research work

in a rather unusual form.

Crime and Research. Not a bad title

for my book when it's done.

- Good night, doctor.

- Oh, Miss Randolph?

Yes?

Were you thinking of telephoning

Professor Ludwig in the morning?

I, telephone the professor?

What makes you think that?

Well, we called him in

when old Mr. Carlyle...

...began to behave peculiarly. Didn't we?

Don't do it.

This is a professional matter.

And a very confidential one.

Naturally, you can depend on me.

Hello? Oh, yes, inspector.

You got your prisoner to talk.

Who?

He identified me?

Oh, he's quite certain

that it was my voice he heard.

Well, perhaps it was I, inspector.

What's that?

No. I don't think two tablets will hurt

you. You'll sleep like an innocent lamb.

Good night, inspector.

- What are you doing?

- I'm looking for a sleeping tablet.

- For me?

- No. For myself.

Nobody knows

I'm telling you,

no one's registered by that name.

- But Mr. Keller owns this hotel.

- Mister, someone gave you a wrong steer.

- Hey, you. Wanna see somebody?

- Mr. Keller.

Mr. Keller, huh?

And what's your business?

Well, I'm not at liberty to divulge.

- This gent wants to see Mr. Keller.

- What's the gent's name?

He didn't say.

Well, Mr. Keller

don't live here anymore, see?

- But he must have left quite suddenly.

- Yeah, and so will you.

Say, Milton didn't send you?

- I didn't say so.

- Well, did he?

You know, you're altogether

too inquisitive, my good man.

I haven't the least notion who you are

and yet you have the audacity...

...to inquire publicly

into such matters as concern, uh, Milton.

- Then you are from Milton.

- Who said I wasn't?

- Well, that makes a difference.

- How am I to know that?

I guess the guy's okay.

- And, uh, who might you be?

- Okay.

That's his name. "Okay."

- Well, it's all very irregular.

- Forget it. You wanna see Jo Keller.

- Well, I'm not so sure about that now.

- But we're expecting you.

Well, in that case.

- Milton's man is here.

- Come in.

- Class, huh?

- A man of unusual tastes, Mr. Keller.

Exquisiteness, I hardly expected.

You're from Milton?

I'm sorry,

but I can only talk to Mr. Keller.

- Go ahead. Talk.

- Well, where is he?

Looking at you.

- You? Jo Keller?

- Well, come on. What's the proposition?

Well, if you don't mind, I prefer privacy.

- This is private enough. Speak your piece.

- Well, I hardly know where to begin.

I'm rather at a loss.

Well, you see, I haven't

the remotest idea who Milton is.

In fact, I'm just getting over my initial

surprise on discovering what you are.

What am I?

A woman.

Who sent you here?

Well, to be exact, I got your name

from a certain chief inspector of police.

- Oh, you're a copper, eh?

- Oh, anything but. Heh.

My friend, the inspector, implied that

you were at the head of your profession...

- Inspector who?

- Inspector Lane. He says...

Tell Inspector Lane

he's a bigger fool than I thought.

- But I assure you...

- Butch, get him out of here.

- It's a pleasure, Jo.

- The, uh, pleasure's all mine.

A stool pigeon, huh?

Trying to make a monkey out of me.

From Milton's.

- Friend of Inspector Crane's, huh?

- Lane. Inspector Lane.

Lane. Crane. What difference does it

make? One copper's just like another.

- Trying to make a dope out of me.

- Psst.

Psst, psst.

You wait here.

Hold that. I'm hot.

They're rounding up everybody in town.

- Yeah, it's bad for Candy, ain't it?

- Yeah, not so good.

You'd better get out.

The guy around the corner ain't kosher.

- I'm escorting him out.

- Jo home?

- Sure.

- Is she alone?

I'll make it 250.

It's coming up. Bet.

See you later, Rocks.

- Hello, Jo.

- How many times do I have to tell you...

...to stay clear of here?

Especially after you've been on a job.

- You seen the papers?

- They nabbed Candy. You were along.

Sure. We goes in the second-story

window. Candy climbs in first.

Somebody flashes a light in his face

and tells him to get his hands up.

I see it's a bad setup so I just climbs

right back to the ground again.

- You ran out and left him in a tough spot.

- Sure. Why not?

He can stand another pinch but not me.

I'm too hot.

- Never mind the alibis. Where's the stuff?

- We never laid eyes on it, Jo.

The papers carry a big story

of what's missing.

Maybe the cops got it. Maybe

some other monkey got there first.

How should I know?

I'm tipped off they're bringing

all the boys in to question them.

- Stay out of sight till things quiet down.

- Well, here's as good a place as any.

- Think so, Rocks?

- I always did.

I never did.

Say, chief. That mug gave me the slip.

I've been looking high and low for him.

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