The Man Who Wouldn't Die Page #2

- Uh, this is my husband, Mr. Blake.

- How do you do, sir?

- Roger, Phillips.

- Hello, Phillips. Here, let me help you.

You know, that's

an extraordinary name for a butler.

It's usuallyJeeves or Hawkins.

Permit me to offer

my congratulations, sir.

- Oh, thanks, Jeeves- Uh, Phillips.

- Where's Dad?

- In his den, Miss Kay.

- Good.

That's the best place to beard a lion.

- Maybe I need a whip and a chair.

- Oh, Phillips.

- Yes, miss?

- Mr. Blake's things are in his car.

- Will you take them up to my room?

- Very good, Miss Kay.

Mmm. Very, very good.

Park that gleam in your eye,

Mr. Roger Blake.

Now don't let Dad throw you.

His roar is much worse than his bite.

Oh, I see. Beneath all those millions

beats a heart of ice, huh?

Dry ice.

Well, here we are. You know,

Roger's always very neat.

Uh-huh. Oh, say,

does your dad like stories?

- I got a couple of pips-

- No stories.

- No stories. Okay.

- This investigation...

which is simply one more attempt on the part

of the present administration to-

- Well, what is it?

- Uh, uh, Dad, this is my-

This is Roger, my husband.

I'm awfully glad to meet you, Mr. Wolff.

Kay was telling me-

- All right, Dunning. We'll pick it up later.

- Very good, sir.

- Mr. Blake, may I welcome you?

- Oh.

- Roger, this is my mother.

- Your mother?

You look more like sisters.

- Thanks. I'm Kay's stepmother.

- So you're Blake?

Yes, sir.

Of the Westchester Blakes.

All right.

How much do you want?

- Dudley.

- You got it all figured out, haven't you, Pop?

- Don't call me "Pop. "

- Okay, Pops, but would it surprise you...

if I were to tell you that I don't want a cent

of your hard-chiseled dough.

And the sooner you get that into your head,

the happier our little family circle's gonna be.

Remember, Dad?

I told you Roger was different.

- Mr. Blake, I understand

you're with the government.

- Oh, yes. That's right. Yeah.

- What department?

Uh, uh- Oh, I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

That's a military secret.

Yes, well, I don't like anybody

who works for the government.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Pops.

I mean, Dad.

You know, there's an awful lot

of nice people in Washington.

Matter of fact, I might be able to put in

a good word for you in that investigation.

- Why, you-

- Come on, darling. I'll show you our room.

- Room? I thought we'd arranged-

- I forgot to tell you...

that Roger and I have decided

we don't want to go to South America.

No. We thought it'd be

much more comfy if we spent...

the first couple of weeks

of our honeymoon right here.

- And give you both a chance to get better acquainted.

- That's right.

Well, it's been awfully

nice to meet you, Mr. Wolff.

Yes, sir. You and I are gonna get along fine.

I can see that right now.

You'll excuse us,

won't you, Mrs. Wolff?

You know, you've really been

a great surprise to me.

You're not halfr as bad

as people said you were. I mean it.

Well, see you later, Pop.

Mike, you were wonderful. You're the first man

I've ever seen really stand up to Dad.

Now don't build me up

too much, kid.

- It's liable to cost you an extra hundred.

- It'll be worth it.

- I don't know. He's a tough old cookie.

- Don't be so hard on him.

- He's really very sweet.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, so is arsenic.

I understand it tastes just like sugar.

I've taken care

of Mr. Blake's wardrobe, miss.

- Oh, thank you, Phillip-

- Oh, be careful of that suitcase, Phillips.

- That's been in the family for years.

- I can well believe it, sir.

No sense of humor.

Well, look what I married into.

This is quite a playpen

you got here.

Hey, where'd you get

the oversized army cot?

Big enough to hold a rodeo in.

Which side do I sleep on?

Right in that guest room,

Mr. Shayne.

It's a fine thing. A brand-new bride

telling her groom to sleep in the guest room.

Why, in rule four of Emily Post's book-

- I go by the Marquis of Queensberry rules.

- Oh.

- Is that where you saw the ghost?

- Standing right in that doorway.

Mmm. DeMille have somethin'

to do with this?

No. Uh-uh.

Where does this door lead to?

Oh, that's the guest room

I was talking about.

Does that door over there

open into the hall?

- Yes.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

- Do you think that the ghost...

could have come

through that guest room?

Well, I don't know.

But it's a cinch he didn't enter through

this window, unless he had a parachute.

I see you've got a burglar alarm system

in the house.

Oh, yeah. But it was such a nuisance,

Dad had it disconnected.

Well, that's great. Of course, the system

lasts much longer if you don't use it.

If it was a real ghost,

a burglar alarm wouldn't stop him.

- That's right.

- All he'd have to do is just float through a wall...

- or pop out of a faucet.

- Yes. Out of a faucet.

Now, you say he stood here and you

were in bed when he took a shot at you.

- That's right.

- About how tall was he?

Why, I don't know.

He looked about eight feet to me.

- In his stocking feet?

- He had shoes on.

- Oh, he had shoes on, hmm?

- Mm-hmm.

Now do you know of anybody who might

have a good reason to kill you?

Well, no, not offhand.

What about that Balkan prince you jilted

last year? The one that made all the fuss.

Oh, he only threatened

to kill himself, not me too.

Well, he's either very considerate

or just plain lazy, huh?

Say, you don't think Gregory

tried to kill me, do you, Mike?

I don't know.

You gave him an awful runaround.

Hey, look. Well, no wonder

you couldn't find the bullet.

It smacked into this loose knob

and turned it around. See?

Well, at least that proves

I wasn't dreaming.

Wait till I tell my dad

a thing or two.

- You're not gonna tell your dad anything, young lady.

- Don't bark at me, Mr. Shayne.

- We're not really married, you know.

- Yeah. Lucky me.

- Can you get it out?

- Now we're beginning to get someplace.

It's a. 32, and from an automatic.

Now all we have to do

is find a. 32 automatic.

Say, what do you use for brains-

feathers?

Now what have I done?

I don't know who should be sore-

Roger or me.

- I'd say Roger.

- Suppose somebody should see that?

Then we'd be in a fine-

Darling, I love you.

- I adore you.

- What's the idea-

You make me so happy.

I think you're the cutest, the sweetest...

most adorable girl... in the world.

Shh! The door.

The- Huh?

Roger, you're so sweet.

And I'd rather be married to you

than anybody in the whole world.

Keep on talking.

Only try and make it sound sincere.

My darling.

Mmm.

Promise me

that you'll always love me...

that we'll always be together.

I didn't intend to disturb you,

Mr. Blake.

Oh, no. No, you was quiet as a moose-

mice- mouse.

I'm Dunning, Mr. Wolff's secretary.

If I can be of any service,

please let me know.

I'll send up a flare.

- Who's that? Dumbo?

- Oh, no. Dunning.

Well, he's been with Dad 25 years.

- I wouldn't worry about him.

- Oh, I'm not worried.

He was just wandering by

and got his ear caught in the door.

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