The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse Page #6

for this evening or am I mistaken?

- You're not mistaken.

- Why, of course.

We were to dine somewhere and spend

the evening together. I'm terribly sorry.

What for, professor? I know

I'm not the type you wanna be with...

...and I know that you're a lot different

than the guys I'm used to.

Maybe that's why I could sort of

get interested in you if I let myself...

- Now, listen, Jo...

- Don't worry, baby.

I'm not going to. Not a chance.

Tell me,

when did you first begin to...?

Excuse me for butting in on your duet.

You see, we're only waiting outside.

If you give us an idea when you're ready

to talk over the setup...

...we'll take a walk around the park

and come back. We don't mind.

Thanks, Rocks.

We'll get at this right away.

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

I'm a little late for my call.

Hello. Yes.

Just caught you before you left.

Good. Anything new?

Fine. You tell him

to continue that treatment.

Yes, I'll keep in touch with you.

Yes, absolutely all right.

Don't you worry.

Goodbye.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Rocks.

Now, is, uh, everyone thoroughly familiar

with the procedure tonight?

- Music, professor?

- Excellent idea, Popus.

Have you, uh, checked

on the watchman's schedule, Okay?

Everything's okay. I know what boxes

to punch better than the watchman does.

And, Rocks,

you've engaged all the necessary help?

- Yeah, I got them all lined up.

- You're certain we can depend on them?

No. I just went out and picked up

the first 10 guys I run across.

You've instructed them on the work to

be done in the factory and on the roof?

Hey, listen, professor, I ain't no amateur.

I was running this mob pretty good,

even before you came along.

Butch, you understand your duties

in the selection of the skins?

- What's this, something new? What for?

Butch has been to the warehouse.

- He knows the skins I want.

- We don't need him.

I want him to go on this job.

I'll pay him his cut.

- We never done this...

- We mustn't argue with the lady.

Well, I'll be going. Good luck to you.

- Oh, uh, Butch?

- Yes, Jo?

Keep your eye on the professor tonight

and on Rocks, understand?

Sure. Don't worry about it.

Tug? You know when

and where to drive up with the truck?

I sure do, professor.

Very well. I'll repeat our plan of attack.

One, select the furs from the warehouse.

Two, we transport them over the roof

to the adjacent box factory.

Three, we pack them into the boxes.

Four, we load them into the truck.

Five, we come back here

right after for the split up.

Quite so.

And that about covers everything.

Except to emphasize the fact...

...that our work tonight

will be extremely dangerous.

But can be accomplished successfully

by perfect timing...

...self-control,

and following the schedule to the letter.

Above all, never permit yourselves

to yield to panic or excitement.

If any of you feel in the least bit

nervous, report at once to me.

Now, are there any questions?

Hey, professor,

Okay, he's lost his voice again.

Quick. Get him over there on the couch.

Get my bag.

That's it, that's the boy.

Now, set him down there.

Uh, that lamp, please.

There, now relax. Relax, Okay.

Now open wide. There you are.

Put the lamp to one side, will you,

please? I want to reflect the light.

Now, we'll just take a look at it

and everything will be okay. Now, there.

Is that what you fish it out with?

- Yes, that's the fellow.

Now, then. Just look at that larynx.

Magnificent.

Now then, say "ah."

- Ah.

- Ah.

Say it again.

- Ah.

- Ah.

- Ah.

- Ah.

- Ah. Ah.

- Ah.

Hi, professor.

- Okay, send Pal to me.

- Okay.

Hey, Pal. The professor wants you.

Hey, why is he using all those other

guys? Don't he think we can handle it?

Don't worry. It looks all wet to us,

but he knows what he's doing.

Okay.

- You wanna see me, professor?

- Oh, yes. How do you feel, Pal?

- Any nervousness?

- Who, me nervous? No.

Very well. We'll check.

Now, close your eyes.

With your right hand touch your left ear.

With your left hand touch your nose.

Touch my left ear with my right nose

and touch my right nose with my left ear.

Can you beat that?

I can't even find my own nose.

Now look straight at me.

- Something wrong, professor?

- No, I thought your flunking that test...

...might indicate a lesion

in the cerebrospinal nerve tracts.

But your eyes reacted normally

to the light test.

Thanks, professor.

You had me all worried.

Hey, Pal.

Get this bag here.

- Finishing up the last batch.

- That's splendid.

How about Rocks?

Has he opened the storage vault yet?

He ought to have it by now.

This is the last of it.

Except the vault stuff.

Get them packed.

We'll take care of the vault ourselves.

- Scatter the mob, but don't leave at once.

- Okay, okay.

Oh, Okay. Come here.

Let me see you close your eyes.

Now, stretch your arms, bring them

slowly together and touch forefingers.

- Give me another chance.

- I found out what I wanted.

Much obliged.

Will you take care of my bag, please?

Come on, Butch. Let's go to the vault.

- Hey, you know what you got?

- What?

You got a lesion in your nervous tax.

Nervous tax, income tax.

What's the difference?

I'm getting kind of worried

about the professor.

This ain't no time or place

for him to be pulling those daffy tests.

No. He sure is getting worse and worse.

Maybe we ought to

make him see a doctor.

Yeah... Huh?

- Right down there, professor.

- Well, so far so good.

This loft has been cleaned out perfectly.

How about it, Rocks?

You got it?

All right, now try it.

I'm getting so used to

streamlined models...

...I almost forget the feel

of these crates.

You could've cut that open with a torch.

What's the idea of fooling around

with the combination?

An artist has got to practice.

This sure is an ice box.

How do they freeze it?

- Cold air is forced through those pipes.

- Oh, I see. Thanks, professor.

Get that light off me. What's the idea?

Pupils react very slowly. Quite interesting.

Oh, nothing to be upset about.

- Just an accident.

- Don't let no more accidents happen.

I ain't no guy you can push around

like these dopes.

All right, Rocks. Sorry. Oh, Butch?

You go on ahead.

See that everyone gets out safely

and tell Tug to be ready.

Don't you think I ought to

give you a hand?

No, Rocks and I

will take care of the rest.

- Take that torch outfit with you, Butch.

- Sure.

All right, I'll take care of the rest. Check

everything like a good fellow, will you?

Cut the "good fellow" stuff.

And don't leave nothing behind.

Those are valuable skins.

I'll be down directly.

Rocks.

Rocks.

Rocks.

Rocks, don't be a fool, will you?

Let me out of here. Rocks.

Rocks. Rocks, let me out, will you?

Rocks, please, don't be a fool, will you?

Let me out of here, Rocks.

Rocks, Rocks, let me out, will you?

Profe...

Professor? Professor?

- This the last batch?

- Yeah.

You better get moving. It's getting late.

Hey, what about the professor?

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