The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse Page #8

Put that down.

Let it ring.

Helped pass the time away nice

these last couple of hours.

So this was why

you were sticking needles...

...into them chumps, Dr. Clitterhouse.

How did you find out my name?

Never mind how.

I'm here and I know all about you.

Nice layout you got here.

- I'm glad you approve.

- Sure. Everything's fine.

Why didn't you tell us

you was such a big shot?

Here I think all along

you was just a screwball.

No wonder you were so leery

about us finding out. I can't blame you.

You intend exposing me to the police?

- Me, do a thing like that? Why should I?

- Then what do you want?

What's all this writing about?

Them blood tests?

- I believe I told you. Crime and research.

- Come on down to Earth. Talk English.

- Those are my medical notes.

- Get away from them.

Medical notes. What for?

For an exhaustive scientific work

on criminology.

- All about them jobs we pulled?

- Yes. They're covered extensively.

- Suppose the cops get hold of this book?

- It's very unlikely.

They will when you finish it.

When it's printed.

Some of the more intelligent police will,

I trust.

It's my hope they will be grateful to me.

Yeah, for giving them

the lowdown on us.

You got enough stuff in here to hang us.

Look at this.

"Blood analysis of Tug

during perfume robbery...

...showed activity of adrenal glands

to a surprising degree."

Any dick can figure out

what that means.

You got enough stuff in here

to send us up for life.

"Pupils of Rock's eyes

exhibited slow reaction to strong light."

That was when

you put that flash in my eyes.

Well, I intend changing those names

to X, Y or Z.

- You need have no fears on that account.

- You bet your sweet life I don't.

Who's that?

Perhaps a patient. I don't know.

Go ahead. Open up.

Be kind of careful what you say.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

- Why'd you hang up on me?

Close that door.

Hello, Jo. You're just in time.

We was expecting you.

Come right in.

You're pretty late. What held you up?

- Now listen, Rocks...

- No more.

- I listened enough to the both of you.

- Fair enough.

- Will you kindly return that notebook?

- You won't need it.

Those notes represent months

of intense research.

They're of great importance to science.

I'm not going to

permit you to destroy them.

Who's gonna destroy them? I'm

just gonna put them away someplace.

- Where?

- In a tin box I got in a safe-deposit vault.

Hand him over that notebook

and get out of here...

Just take it easy and remember,

I give the orders from now on. See?

Take a look around.

It's a pretty nice setup.

Park Avenue, a big-shot doctor.

Nobody would ever get wise to us here.

- That's a cinch.

- What's your plan?

To make this my headquarters and

you my contact man, Dr. Clitterhouse.

It's not bad, eh, Jo?

The best break we could have hoped for.

He gives us a perfect front.

- Us?

- Sure, you're in this with me, Jo.

You won't be seeing

as much of the professor as you'd like.

- But I'll have more time for you.

- So I am to continue working with you?

Not with me, doc.

You're working for me.

You got an in with those rich guys.

They trust you, invite you to their houses.

Dr. Clitterhouse, you're gonna

get me the layouts of those houses.

You're gonna get the keys to their doors,

the combinations to their safes.

You're gonna tell me when they're home

and when they're not.

Sometimes you'll do the job.

Sometimes I'll do it.

But every time,

you're gonna turn over the stuff to me.

And just to show you

that I ain't a bad guy...

...I'm gonna give you

10 percent of the take.

- That's very generous of you.

- You'll take it and like it.

Jo, you and me will work out

some kind of a split on the rest.

And if you're very nice,

I'm willing to go fifty-fifty on everything.

Well, there doesn't seem to be very much

I can do about all this, does there?

Nothing but offer us a drink.

A good suggestion. Yes.

That's it.

Now you're beginning to get the idea.

Rocks, you're starting something

you'll never be able to finish.

That's what you think,

but I know different.

Come on, Jo, sit down.

We gotta celebrate.

New headquarters, new setup,

new professor.

- New power behind the throne.

- Right.

A new power behind the throne.

That's me.

I've been waiting

for a break like this for years.

Rocks.

Do you seriously mean all you've said?

You just try and cross me

and you'll see if I mean it.

Well, that's that.

- Do you take soda?

- Sure.

- Do you, Jo?

No. Nothing for me, thanks.

- Come on, Jo. Have a drink.

- No.

Ah, come on.

The professor will be insulted.

- You're his guest.

- I said, no.

I've had this whiskey

specially blended for me in Scotland.

Thanks, professor. The best you got

is none too good for me.

- Yeah, that tastes swell.

- If you'll notice its full smoky flavor.

- A toast. To crime and research.

- Still harping on that research, huh, doc?

Yes, because I find that I have

some more research to do.

I've just realized that my book

would hardly have been complete.

Although I've secured data...

...on various types of criminal activity,

I've overlooked a major interest.

The reactions associated

with the greatest crime of all.

The greatest crime of all? What's that?

Why, homicide, naturally.

Hey, that's bad business, doc.

You can't get away with it, not murder.

A medical man has knowledge

and opportunity denied to most people.

- Not at all difficult.

- Ah, forget about it, doc.

We don't have to give nobody

the works. We got a...

I'm getting sleepy.

I've been up now

most of two nights running.

I've thought it all out.

First, render the victim unconscious,

but don't altogether end his existence...

...until you're quite ready

to dispose of the body.

Why?

- Why not?

- Too dangerous. Not at all clever.

Whereas, if I keep him alive...

- Just knocked out, huh?

- Exactly.

And then dispose of him in some body

of water, any river that's convenient.

Then the coroner's verdict

would be simply death by drowning.

Boy, that...

That drink...

...sure...

...hit me.

Did it, Rocks?

Try and keep your eyes open.

Look at me.

You see me as if you were looking

through the wrong end of a telescope...

...very small, don't you?

Yeah.

You look funny.

Kind of...

...far off.

You see the walls of the rooms

waver and sway.

You can hardly see now, Rocks.

Everything seems

to be falling away from you.

Yeah. Yeah, they're...

They're little.

Everything is so little.

In a moment,

you'll have a sensation of falling in space.

You'll hear a rushing sound in your ears.

Talk louder. I don't hear so good.

You see? Not at all difficult.

He'll sink into a heavy sleep, a coma.

What have you done to him?

I can't open my eyes.

Do you remember

that full flavor of your whiskey?

That whiskey was flavored

by a heavy overdose of paradol chloride.

It's hit you like a sledgehammer,

hasn't it?

No use, Rocks. You can't do it.

You...

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