The Dancing Masters Page #3

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I had no idea you made

a hobby of marksmanship.

Yes. This is an elephant gun...

...with which I won the

Edwin K. Spilsbury trophy last month.

Say, that's sure a beauty, isn't it?

Look.

- What the blazes are you doing here?

- Why, Mr. Harlan, we thought...

I understood you were

going to Washington.

You'd take advantage of my absence

here, knowing how I feel about you?

Your dismissal this afternoon

was a strong hint.

When the cat's away,

the mice will play, is that it?

Trudy invited me here this afternoon.

Oh, she did, eh?

Sit down, I want to talk to you.

If you don't mind, I'd rather stand.

- I've been standing... Sitting all day.

- You won't have trouble in the future.

I should think you would have sense

enough to keep away from my daughter.

What is the meaning of this?

- I got my pants wet.

You what?

We were having supper

and I spilled something on them.

- Why don't you call the police?

- Grant, here's your pants.

- Why, Trudy.

- Young lady, what's the meaning of this?

I always understood that I could invite

anyone to this house that I wished.

I know, Trudy dear,

but at least with their pants on.

Oh, Mother.

- Why, are they back already?

- Yeah.

My, my.

What a fast world we're living in.

- Good night, Trudy.

- But, Father, it was all my idea.

Now, that's enough from you.

Go on, sir, get out.

I'll see you later, Trudy.

Just a minute, Grant.

If I catch you with Trudy again,

I'm gonna punch you right in the nose.

Sit down.

Wentworth.

- How will we ever live this down?

- What is it, my dear?

Why, this...

Wentworth, there was a bar there.

- A bar?

- Yes.

- Why.

- Now, don't tell me, I saw it.

You've had a very trying evening.

- You should take a rest.

- I can't stand anymore.

I'm so unstrung.

- Cute gadget, Dad.

- Now, Trudy.

So this is the reason

for your sanctorum.

My dear, we've always been pals.

It's up to you to understand.

I do, and I know you'll understand

about Grant, won't you?

- I think you'd better go to bed too.

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night, Mr. Worthing.

- Good night.

- Well, George, I could use a drink.

- How about you?

Yeah, I could use one too.

By the way, that Grant boy is working

on a very interesting invention.

- It shoots an invisible ray.

- How do you know this?

- A couple of my men are watching him.

- Is that so?

I'm waiting till he runs out of money,

then I intend to step in and grab it.

You'd best come in with me.

If what I hear about it is the truth...

...there's a fortune in it.

- Sounds interesting.

He's just about ready to give it a test.

I'll let you know all about it.

- Good night, dear.

- I'm not speaking to you.

Wentworth.

- Wentworth.

- Yes, dear, what is it?

I have a feeling

there's someone in this room.

Certainly there is. I'm here.

Don't be so nasty. After all, I wasn't

discovered with a concealed bar.

Quiet. Go to sleep.

Wentworth, will you get off your back

and stop that snoring?

I'm not on my back

and I'm not snoring.

If anybody's snoring in this room,

it's you.

I never snore.

Shh.

Don't you shush me.

If there's anything I hate, it's a shusher.

Oh, shush!

I shouldn't have taken that last drink.

Louise!

Louise!

They weren't at school.

They'd better be at home.

Darling, don't be too hard

on the boys.

Remember after all,

Stanley did teach me the rumba.

Anything would strengthen my decision,

that would.

They're gonna pay the rent

on that dancing school or out they go.

Well, we're certainly glad

to hear it, Grant.

See you later. Goodbye.

- Who was it?

- It was Grant.

- Did he die?

- How can he die, I just talked to him?

- Well, he was shot. I heard it.

- Let's get the house cleaned up.

Answer that.

Hello. Hello...

- Who was it?

- Must have been wrong number.

There was nobody answered.

Hello.

It's the door bell, stupid!

- I'm sorry, Stanley.

- It's all right, Ollie.

I knew I couldn't be that stupid.

I'll answer it. Hello.

- It's the doorbell, stupid.

- Oh, thank you.

What do you mean, stupid?

- It's the phone, stupids!

- Thank you.

Did you receive my letter regarding

the rent due on the dancing academy?

Why, I have no recollection

of it, sir.

- We got it two days ago.

- Oh, you did, did you?

And you have allowed 48 hours

to elapse...

...without making any

attempt to rectify the matter?

- You see, it's like this...

- I wish to hear no more excuses.

If the rent isn't paid by 12 noon today,

you are dispossessed...

...evicted, thrown out!

- What about our dancing pupils?

- I imagine the world will still wag on.

You're a hard man, Mr. Featherstone.

I'm a man who wants his rent.

Twelve o'clock noon, today.

What did he say?

Twelve o'clock noon, to...

You heard what he said!

What did you want to tell him

I got the letter two days ago for?

- Well, you did.

- I know it.

- Why don't you pay him?

- Because I haven't got the money.

What do you mean you have...?

We've got $300 in the bank.

That's our nest egg, and I'm not

drawing it out, and that is final.

All right, have it your own way.

Let him throw us out.

I don't care.

Only I had a pelican class this afternoon

might have made a few dollars.

But if you feel that way about it,

let it go.

I don't mind starving again.

It's all right with me.

You know, you can't keep an egg

in two baskets. That's silly.

Unless you scramble them.

I wouldn't be that stupid.

You know, I knew a fella once.

He had some money in the bank,

and he wouldn't draw it out.

And you know what?

He lost his job.

And still he wouldn't draw it out.

Then he starved to death.

That killed him.

And then he died,

and after he was dead...

...a friend of his got all the money...

...and he drew it out of the bank...

...and I could live happily ever after.

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

I'll draw the money out of the bank.

Come on.

Now we'll go down and give

that guy his rent...

...and at the same time

I'll give him a piece of my mind.

Yeah, and give him another piece

of your mind for me too.

Right this way to the greatest auction

of the year. Step right inside.

On the inside for the first time, we're

giving away something absolutely free.

Yes, ma'am, absolutely free

on the inside, folks.

- You mean something for nothing.

- Yes, sir, on the inside, absolutely free.

Absolutely free on the inside.

25 twice.

25 three times.

Sold, $25.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Now...

Yes, Your Honor?

Ladies and gentlemen...

...we have here one of the finest pieces

in our entire collection...

...this 18th-century

grandfather's clock.

What am I offered? Who'll start?

I will, $ 100.

$ 100 is bid,

$ 100.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you mean to

say that I'm only offered only $ 100...

...for this very rare piece?

This magnificent clock?

- 110.

- Do I hear an advance? 110.

- 130.

- 130!

- 140.

- 140.

Ladies and gentlemen,

is that all I'm bid, 140?

Let me get you the history

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