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[yelling coming from the cellar, crashing sounds]
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## MARTHA:
You stop doing that!
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## ABBY:
This is our house and this is our cellar and you can’t do that.
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## EINSTEIN:
Ladies! Please!—Go back upstairs where you belong.
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## JONATHAN:
Abby! Martha! Go upstairs!
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## MARTHA:
There’s no use your doing what you’re doing because it will just have to be undone.
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## ABBY:
I tell you we won’t have it and you’d better stop it right now.
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## MARTHA:
All right! You’ll find out. You’ll find out whose house this is.
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## ABBY:
Hasn’t Mortimer come back yet?
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## MARTHA:
No.
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## ABBY:
It’s a terrible thing to do—to bury a good Methodist with a foreigner.
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## MARTHA:
I will not have our cellar desecrated!
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## ABBY:
And we promised Mr. Hoskins a full Christian funeral.
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Where do you suppose Mortimer went?
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## MARTHA:
I don’t know, but he must be doing something—because he said to Jonathan, “You just wait, I’ll settle this.”
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## ABBY:
Well, he can’t very well settle it while he’s out of the house.
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That’s all we want settled—
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What’s going on down there?
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## MORTIMER:
All right. Now, where’s Teddy?
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## ABBY:
Mortimer, where have you been?
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## MORTIMER:
I’ve been over to Dr. Gilchrist’s. I’ve got his signature on Teddy’s commitment Papers.
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## MARTHA:
Mortimer, what is the matter with you?
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## ABBY:
Running around getting papers signed at a time like this?
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## MARTHA:
Do you know what Jonathan’s doing?
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## ABBY:
He’s putting Mr. Hoskins and Mr. Spenalzo in together.
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## MORTIMER:
Oh, he is, is he? Well, let him.
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Is Teddy in his room?
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## MARTHA:
Teddy won’t be any help.
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## MORTIMER:
When he signs these commitment papers I can tackle Jonathan.
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## ABBY:
What have they got to do with it?
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## MORTIMER:
You had to go and tell Jonathan about those twelve graves.
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If I can make Teddy responsible for those I can protect you, don’t you see?
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## ABBY:
No, I don’t see…And we pay taxes to have the police protect us.
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## MORTIMER:
I’ll be back down in a minute.
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## ABBY:
Come, Martha. We’re going for the police.
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## MORTIMER:
All right.
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No. The police You can’t go for the police.
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## MARTHA:
Why can’t we?
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## MORTIMER:
Because if you tell the police about Mr. Spenalzo, they’d find Mr. Hoskins too, and that might make them curious, and they’d find out about the other twelve gentlemen.
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## ABBY:
Mortimer, we know the police better than you do.
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I don’t think they’d pry into our private affairs if we asked them not to.
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## MORTIMER:
But, if they found you’re twelve gentlemen they’d have to report to headquarters.
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## MARTHA:
I’m not so sure they’d bother.
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They’d have to make out a very long report—and if there’s one thing a policeman hates to do, it’s to write.
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## MORTIMER:
You can’t depend on that.
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It might leak out!—and you couldn’t expect a judge and jury to understand.
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## MARTHA:
Oh, Judge Cullman would.
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## ABBY:
We know him very well.
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## MARTHA:
He always comes to church to pray—just before election.
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## ABBY:
And he’s coming here to tea some day He promised.
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## MARTHA:
Oh, Abby, we must speak to him again about that.
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His wife died a few years ago and it’s left him very lonely.
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## ABBY:
Well, come along, Martha.
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## MORTIMER:
No! You can’t do this. I won’t let you.
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You can’t leave this house, and you can’t have Judge Cullman to tea.
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## ABBY:
Well, if you’re not going to do something about Mr. Spenalzo, we are.
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## MORTIMER:
I am going to do something.
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We may have to call the police later, but if we do, I want to be ready for them.
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## MARTHA:
You’ve got to get Jonathan out if this house!
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## ABBY:
And Mr. Spenalzo, too!
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## MORTIMER:
Will you please let me do this my own way?
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I’ve got to see Teddy.
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## ABBY:
If they’re not out of here by morning, Mortimer, we’re going to call the police.
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## MORTIMER:
They’ll be out, I promise you that! Go to bed, will you?
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And for God’s sake get out of those clothes—you like Judith Anderson.
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## MARTHA:
Well, Abby, that’s a relief, isn’t it?
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## ABBY:
Yes—if Mortimer’s really going to do something at last, it just means Jonathan’s going to a lot of unnecessary trouble.
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We’d better tell him.
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Oh, Jonathan—you might as well stop what you’re doing.
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## JONATHAN:
It’s all done.
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Did I near Mortimer?
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## ABBY:
Well, it will just have to be undone.
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You’re all going to be out of this house by morning. Mortimer’s promised.
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## JONATHAN:
Oh, are we?
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In that case, you and Aunt Martha can go to bed and have a pleasant night’s sleep.
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## MARTHA:
Yes. Come, Abby.
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## JONATHAN:
Good night, Aunties.
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## ABBY:
Not good night, Jonathan.
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Goodbye.
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By the time we get up you’ll be out of this house.
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Mortimer’s promised.
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## MARTHA:
And he has a way of doing it too!
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## JONATHAN:
Then Mortimer is back?
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## ABBY:
Oh, yes, he’s up here taking to Teddy.
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## MARTHA:
Goodbye, Jonathan.
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## JONATHAN:
Perhaps you’d better say goodbye to Mortimer.
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## ABBY:
Oh, you’ll see Mortimer.
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## JONATHAN:
Yes—I’ll see Mortimer.
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## EINSTEIN:
Whew! That’s all fixed up.
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Smooth like a lake.
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Nobody’d ever know they were down there.
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That bed feels good already.
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Forty-eight hours we didn’t sleep.
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Come on, Chonny, let’s go up, yes?
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## JONATHAN:
You’re forgetting, Doctor.
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## EINSTEIN:
Vat?
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## JONATHAN:
My brother Mortimer.
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## EINSTEIN:
Chonny—tonight?
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We do that tomorrow or the next day.
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## JONATHAN:
No, tonight. Now!
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## EINSTEIN:
Chonny, please—I’m tired—and tomorrow I got to operate.
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## JONATHAN:
Yes, you’re operating tomorrow, Doctor.
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But tonight, we take care of Mortimer.
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## EINSTEIN:
But, Chonny, not tonight—we go to bed, eh?
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## JONATHAN:
Doctor, look at me.
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You can see it’s going to be done, can’t you?
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## EINSTEIN:
Ach, Chonny—I can see. I know dat look!
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## JONATHAN:
It’s a little too late for us to dissolve our partnership.
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## EINSTEIN:
OK, we do it. But the quick way.
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The quick twist like in London.
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## JONATHAN:
No, Doctor, I think this calls for something special.
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I think perhaps the Melbourne method.
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## EINSTEIN:
Chonny—no—not that.
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Two hours! And when it was all over, what?
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The fellow in London was just as dead as the fellow in Melbourne.
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## JONATHAN:
We had to work too fast in London.
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There was no esthetic satisfaction in it—but Melbourne, ah, there was something to remember.
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## EINSTEIN:
Remember! I vish I didn’t.
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No, Chonny—not Melbourne—not me!
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## JONATHAN:
Yes, Doctor, Where are the instruments?
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## EINSTEIN:
I won’t do it, Chonny. I won’t do it.
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## JONATHAN:
Get your instruments!
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## EINSTEIN:
No Chonny!
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## JONATHAN:
Where are they?
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Oh, yes—you hid them in the cellar. Where?
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## EINSTEIN:
I won’t tell you.
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## JONATHAN:
I’ll find them, Doctor.
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## MORTIMER:
Don’t do that, Mr. President.
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## REDDY:
I cannot sign any proclamation without consulting my cabinet.
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## MORTIMER:
But this must be a secret.
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## TEDDY:
A secret proclamation? How unusual.
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## MORTIMER:
Japan mustn’t know until it’s signed.
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## TEDDY:
Japan! Those devils.
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I’ll sign it right away. You have my word for it.
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I can let the cabinet know later.
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## MORTIMER:
Yes, let’s go and sign it,
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## TEDDY:
You wait here.
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A secret proclamation has to be signed in secret.
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## MORTIMER:
But at once, Mr. President.
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## TEDDY:
I’ll have to put on my signing clothes.
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## EINSTEIN:
Ah, you go now, eh?
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## MORTIMER:
No, Doctor, I’m waiting for something. Something important.
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## EINSTEIN:
Please—you go now!
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## MORTIMER:
Dr. Einstein, I have nothing against you personally.
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You seem like a nice fellow.
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Take my advice and get out of this house and get just as for away as possible.
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## EINSTEIN:
Trouble, yah! You get out.
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## MORTIMER:
All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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## EINSTEIN:
I’m warning you—get away quick.
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## MORTIMER:
Things are going to start popping around here any minute.
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## EINSTEIN:
Listen—Chonny’s in a bad mood.
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When he’s like dis, he’s a madman—things happen—terrible things.
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## MORTIMER:
Jonathan doesn’t worry me now.
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## EINSTEIN:
Ach, himme!—don’t those plays you see teach you anything?
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## MORTIMER:
About what?
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## EINSTEIN:
Vell, at least people in plays act like they got sense—that’s more than you do.
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## MORTIMER:
Oh, you think so, do you?
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You think people in plays act intelligently.
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I wish you had to sit through some of the ones I have to sit through.
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Take the little opus I saw tonight for instance.
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In this play, there’s a man—he’s supposed to be bright.
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He knows he’s in a house with murderers—he ought to know he’s in danger—he’s even been warned to get out of the house—but does he go?
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No, he stays there.
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Now I ask you, Doctor, is that what an intelligent person would do?
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## EINSTEIN:
You’re asking me?
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## MORTIMER:
He didn’t even have sense enough to be frightened, to be on guard.
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For instance, the murderer invites him to sit down.
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## EINSTEIN:
You mean—“Won’t you sit down?”
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## MORTIMER:
Believe it or not, that one was in there too.
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## EINSTEIN:
And what did he do?
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## MORTIMER:
He sat down.
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Now mind you, this fellow’s supposed to be bright. There he sits—just waiting to be trussed up.
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And what do you think they use to tie him with.
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## EINSTEIN:
Vat?
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## MORTIMER:
The curtain cord.
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## EINSTEIN:
Vell, why not?
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A good idea. Very convenient.
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## MORTIMER:
A little too convenient.
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When are playwrights going to use some imagination! The curtain cord!
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## EINSTEIN:
He didn’t see him get it?
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## MORTIMER:
See him?
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He sat there with his back to him. That’s the kind of stuff we have to suffer through night after night.
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And they say the critics are killing the theatre—it’s the playwrights who are killing the theatre.
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So there he sits—the big dope—the fellow who’s supposed to be bright—just waiting to be trussed up and gagged.
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[yelling, grunting]
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## EINSTEIN:
You’re right about dat fella—he vasn’t very bright.
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## JONATHAN:
Now, Mortimer, if you don’t mind—we’ll finish the story.
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[spooky, evil music]
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[muffled speaking]
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Mortimer, I’ve been away for twenty years, but never once in all that time—my dear brother—were you out of my mind.
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In Melbourne one night, I dreamed of you—when I landed in San Francisco I felt a strange satisfaction—once more I was in the same country with you.
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Now, Doctor, we go to work!
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[muffled speaking]
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## EINSTEIN:
Please, Chonny, for me, the quick way!
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## JONATHAN:
Doctor! This must really be an artistic achievement.
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After all, we’re performing before a very distinguished critic.
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## EINSTEIN:
Chonny!
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## JONATHAN:
Doctor!
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## EINSTEIN:
All right. Let’s get it over.
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## JONATHAN:
All ready for you, Doctor!
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[muffled yelling]
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## EINSTEIN:
I gotta have a drink.
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Ven ve valked in here this afternoon there was wine here—remember?
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Vere did she put that?
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[muffled yelling]
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Look, Chonny, we got a drink.
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Dat’s all dere is.
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I split it with you.
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We both need a drink.
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[muffled yelling]
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## JONATHAN:
One moment, Doctor—please.
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Where are your manners?
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Yes, Mortimer, I realize now it was you who brought me back to Brooklyn.
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To my dear dead brother—
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[muffled yelling]
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[excruciatingly loud and long bugle noise]
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## EINSTEIN:
Ach Gott!
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## JONATHAN:
Damn the idiot! He goes next.
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That’s all—he goes next!
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## EINSTEIN:
No, Chonny, not Teddy—that’s where I shtop—not Teddy!
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## JONATHAN:
We get to Teddy later!
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## EINSTEIN:
We don’t get to him at all.
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## JONATHAN:
Now we’ve got to work fast!
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## EINSTEIN:
Yah, the quick way—eh Chonny?
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## JONATHAN:
Yes, Doctor, the quick way!
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## O’HARA:
Hey! The Colonel’s gotta quit blowing that horn!
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## JONATHAN:
It’s all right, Officer.
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We’re taking the bugle away from him.
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## O'HARA:
There’s going to be hell to play in the morning.
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We promised the neighbors he wouldn’t do that anymore.
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## JONATHAN:
It won’t happen again, Officer. Good night.
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## O'HARA:
I’d better speak to him myself.
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Where are the lights?
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Hey! You stood me up.
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[muffled yelling]
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I waited an hour at Kelly’s for you.
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What’s happened to him?
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## EINSTEIN:
He was explaining the play he saw tonight—that’s what happened to the fella in the play.
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## O'HARA:
Did they have that in the play you saw tonight?
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[muffled uh-huh]
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Gee, they practically stole that from the second act of my play—
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Why, in my second act, just before the—I’d better begin at the beginning.
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It opens in my mother’s dressing room, where I was born—only I ain’t born yet—Huh?
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[muffled speaking]
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Oh, yeah.
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No! You’ve got to hear the plot.
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Well, she’s sitting there making up, see—
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when all of a sudden through the door—a man with a black mustache walks in.
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He turns to my mother and says—"Miss Latour, will you marry me?” He doesn’t know she’s pregnant.
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## O’HARA:
–there she is lying unconscious across the table in her lingerie-
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the villian is standing over her with a hatchet——I’m tied up in a chair just like you are—
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the place is an inferno of flames—it’s on fire—when all of a sudden—through the window—in comes Mayor LaGuardia.
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Hey, remember who paid for that—go easy on it.
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## EINSTEIN:
Vell, I’m listening, ain’t I?
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## O’HARA:
How do you like it so far?
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## EINSTEIN:
Vell, it put Chonny to sleep.
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## O'HARA:
Let him alone.
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If he ain’t got no more interest that that—he don’t get a drink.
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All right, It’s three days later—I been transferred and I’m under charges—that’s because somebody stole my badge. All right.
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I’m walking my beat on Staten Island—forty sixth precinct—when a guy I’m following, it turns out—is really following me.
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[doorbell chime]
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Don’t let anybody in.
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[muffled yelling]
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—So I figure I’ll outsmart him.
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There’s a vacant house on the corner.
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I goes in.
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## EINSTEIN:
It’s cops!
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## O'HARA:
I stand there in the dark and see the door handle turn.
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## EINSTEIN:
Chonny! It’s cops! Cops!
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## O’HARA:
I pulls by guns—braces myself against the wall—and I says—“Come in”-
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Hello boys.
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## BROPHY:
What the hell is going on here?
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## O'HARA:
Hey, Pat, whaddya know?
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[muffled yelling]
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This is Mortimer Brewster! He’s going to write my play with me.
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I’m just tellin’ him the story.
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[muffled yelling]
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## KLEIN:
Did you have to tie him up to make him listen?
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## BROPHY:
Joe, you better report in at the station.
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The whole force is out looking for ya.
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## O'HARA:
Did they send you here for me?
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## KLEIN:
We didn’t know you was here.
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## BROPHY:
We came to warn the old ladies that there’s hell to pay.
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The Colonel blew that bugle again in the middle of the night.
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## KLEIN:
From the way the neighbors have been calling in about it you’d think the German had dropped a bomb on Flatbush Avenue.
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## BROPHY:
The Lieutenant’s on the warpath.
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He says the Colonel’s got to be put away someplace.
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## MORTIMER:
Yes! Yes!
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## O'HARA:
Gee, Mr. Brewster.
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I got to get away, si I’ll just ruin through the third act quick.
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## MORTIMER:
Get away from me.
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## KLEIN:
Say, do you know what time it is?
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It’s after eight o’clock in the morning.
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## O'HARA:
It is?
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Gee, Mr. Brewster, them first two acts run a little long, but I don’t see anything we can leave out.
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## BROPHY:
Who the hell is this guy?
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## MORTIMER:
That’s my brother.
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## BROPHY:
Oh, the one that ran away?
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So he came back?
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## MORTIMER:
Yes, he came back!
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## BROPHY:
This is Brophy. Get me Mac.
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I’d better let them know we found you, Joe.
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Mac? Tell the Lieutenant he can call off the big manhunt—we got him.
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In the Brewster house. Do you want us to bring him in?
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Oh—all right, we’ll hold him right here.
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The Lieutenant’s on his way over.
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## JONATHAN:
So, I’ve been turned in, eh?
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All right, you’ve got me!
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And I suppose you and that stool-pigeon brother of mine will split the reward?
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## KLEIN:
Reward?
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## JONATHAN:
Now I’ll do some turning in! You think my aunts are sweet and charming old ladies, don’t you?
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Well, there are thirteen bodies buried in their cellar.
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## MORTIMER:
Teddy! Teddy! Teddy!
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## KLEIN:
What the tell are you talking about?
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## BROPHY:
You’d better be careful what you’re saying about your aunts—they happen to be friends of ours.
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## JONATHAN:
I’ll show you! I’ll prove it to you! You come to the cellar with me!
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## KLEIN:
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
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## JONATHAN:
Thirteen bodies! I’ll show you where they’re buried.
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## KLEIN:
Oh, yeah?
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## JONATHAN:
You don’t want to see what’s down in the cellar?
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## BROPHY:
Go on down in the cellar with him, Abe.
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## KLEIN:
I’m not so sure I want to be down in the cellar with him.
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Look at that puss. He looks like Boris Karloff.
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[yelling]
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Hey-what the hell—Hey, Pat! Get him off me.
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## BROPHY:
Here, what do you think you’re doing?
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## KLEIN:
Well what do you know about that?
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## O'HARA:
Come in.
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## ROONEY:
What the hell are you men doing here?
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I told you was going to handle this.
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## KLEIN:
Well, sir, we was just about to—ROONEY.
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What happened?
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Did he put up a fight?
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## BROPHY:
This ain’t the guy that blows the bugle.
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This is his brother, He tried to kill Klein.
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## KLEIN:
All I said was he looked like Boris Karloff.
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## ROONEY:
Turn him over.
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## BROPHY:
We kinda think he’s wanted somewhere.
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## ROONEY:
Oh, you kinda He’s wanted somewhere?
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If you guys don’t look at the circulars we hang up in the station, at least you could read True Detective.
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Certainly he’s wanted.
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In Indiana! Escaped from the prison for the Criminal Insane! He’s a lifer.
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For God’s sake that’s how he was described—he like Karloff!
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## KLEIN:
Was there a reward mentioned?
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## ROONEY:
Yeah—and I'm claiming it.
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## BROPHY:
He was trying to get us down in the cellar.
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## KLEIN:
He said there was thirteen bodies buried down there.
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## ROONEY:
Thirteen bodies buried in the cellar?
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And that didn’t tip you off he came out of a nut-house!
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## O’HARA:
I thought all along he talked kinda crazy.
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## ROONEY:
Oh, it’s Shakespeare?
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Where have you been all night? And you needn’t bother to tell me.
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## O'HARA:
I’ve been right here, sir.
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Writing a play with Mortimer Brewster.
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## ROONEY:
Yeah? Well, you’re gonna have plenty of time to write that play.
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You’re suspended! Now get back and report in!
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## O'HARA:
Can I come over sometime and use the station typewriter?
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## ROONEY:
No!—Get out of here.
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Take that guy somewhere else and bring him to.
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See what you can find out about his accomplice.
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The guy that helped him escape. He’s wanted too.
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No wonder Brooklyn’s in the shape it’s in, with the police force full of flatheads like you—falling for that kind of a story—thirteen bodies in the cellar!
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## TEDDY:
But there are thirteen bodies in the cellar.
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## ROONEY:
Who are you?
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## TEDDY:
I’m President Roosevelt.
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## ROONEY:
What the hell is this?
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## BROPHY:
He’s the fellow that blows the bugle.
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## KLEIN:
Good morning, Colonel.
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## ROONEY:
Well Colonel, you’ve blown your last bugle.
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## TEDDY:
Dear me—another Yellow Fever victim?
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## ROONEY:
Whaat?
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## TEDDY:
All the bodies in the cellar are Yellow Fever victims.
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## BROPHY:
No, Colonel, this is the spy we caught at the White House.
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## ROONEY:
Will you get that guy out of here!
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## TEDDY:
If there’s any questioning of spies, that’s my department!
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## ROONEY:
You keep out of this!
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## TEDDY:
You’re forgetting! As President, I am also head of the Secret Service.
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## MORTIMER:
Captain—I’m Mortimer Brewster.
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## ROONEY:
Are you sure?
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## MORTIMER:
I’d like to talk to you about my brother Teddy—the one who blew the bugle.
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## ROONEY:
Mr. Brewster, we ain’t going to talk about that—he’s got to be put away!
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## MORTIMER:
I quite agree with you.
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In fact, it’s all arranged for.
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I had these commitment papers signed by Dr. Gilchrist, our family physician.
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Teddy has signed them himself, you see—and I’ve signed them as next of kin.
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## ROONEY:
Where’s he going?
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## MORTIMER:
Happy Dale.
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## ROONEY:
All right. I don’t care where he goes as long as he goes!
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## MORTIMER:
Oh, he’s going all right.
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But I want you to know that everything that’s happened around here Teddy’s responsible for.
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Now, those thirteen bodies in the cellar—
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## ROONEY:
Yeah—yeah—those thirteen bodies in the cellar!
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It ain’t enough that the neighbors are all afraid of him, and his disturbing the peace with that bugle—
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But can you imagine what would happen if that cock-eyed story about thirteen bodies in the cellar got around?
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And now he’s starting a Yellow Fever scare.
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Cute, ain’t it?
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## MORTIMER:
Thirteen bodies.
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Do you think anybody would believe that story?
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## ROONEY:
Well, you can’t tell. Some people are just dumb enough.
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You don’t know what to believe sometimes.
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About a year ago a crazy guy starts a murder rumor over in Greenpoint, and I had to dig up a half acre lot, just to prove that—
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[doorbell chime]
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## MORTIMER:
Will you excuse me?
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## ELAINE:
Good morning, Mortimer.
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## MORTIMER:
Good morning, dear.
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## ELAINE:
This is Mr. Witherspoon. He’s come to meet Teddy.
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## MORTIMER:
To meet Teddy?
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## ELAINE:
Mr. Witherspoon’s the superintendent of Happy Dale.
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## MORTIMER:
Oh, come right in. This is Captain—
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## ROONEY:
*Lieutenant* Rooney.
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I’m glad you’re here, Super, because you’re taking him back with you today!
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## WITHERSPOON:
Today! I didn’t know that—
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## ELAINE:
Not today!
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## MORTIMER:
Look, Elaine, I’ve got a lot of business to attend to, so you can run along home and I’ll call you up.
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## ELAINE:
Nuts!
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## WITHERSPOON:
I had no idea it was this immediate.
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## ROONEY:
The papers are all signed, he goes today!
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## TEDDY:
Complete insubordination! You men will find out I’m no mollycoddle.
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When the President of the United States is treated like that—what’s the country coming to?
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## ROONY:
There’s your man, Super.
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## MORTIMER:
Just a minute! Mr. President, I have very good news for you.
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Your term of office is over.
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## TEDDY:
Is this March the Fourth?
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## MORTIMER:
Practically.
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## TEDDY:
Let’s see—OH!—Now I go on my hunting trip to Africa! Well, I must get started immediately.
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Is he trying to move into the White house before I’ve moved out?
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## MORTIMER:
Who, Teddy?
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## TEDDY:
Taft!
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## MORTIMER:
This isn’t Mr. Taft, Teddy.
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This is Mr. Witherspoon—he’s going to be your guide in Africa.
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## TEDDY:
Bully! Bully! I’ll bring down my equipment.
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When the safari comes, tell them to wait.
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Goodbye, Aunty Abby.
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Goodbye, Aunt Martha.
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I’m on my way to Africa—isn’t it wonderful?
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CHARGE!
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## MORTIMER:
Good morning, darlings.
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## MARTHA:
Oh, we have visitors.
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## MORTIMER:
This is Lieutenant Rooney.
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## ABBY:
How do you do, Lieutenant?
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My you don’t look like the fussbudget policemen say you are.
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## MORTIMER:
Why, the Lieutenant is here—You know, Teddy blew his bugle again last night.
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## MARTHA:
Yes, we’re going to speak to Teddy about that.
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## ROONEY:
It’s a little more serious than that, Miss Brewster.
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## MORTIMER:
And you haven’t met Mr. Witherspoon.
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He’s the Superintendent of Happy Dale.
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## ABBY:
Oh, Mr. Witherspoon—how do you do?
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## MARTHA:
You’ve come to meet Teddy.
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## ROONEY:
He’s come to *take* him.
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## MORTIMER:
Aunties—the police want Teddy to go there, today.
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## ABBY:
Oh—no!
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## MARTHA:
Not while we’re alive!
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## ROONEY:
I’m sorry, Miss Brewster, but it has to be done.
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The papers are all signed and he’s going along with the Superintendent.
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## ABBY:
We won’t permit it.
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We’ll promise to take the bugle away from him.
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## MARTHA:
We won’t be separated from Teddy.
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## ROONEY:
I’m sorry ladies, but the law’s the law! He’s committed himself and he’s going!
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## ABBY:
Well, if he goes, we’re going too.
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## MARTHA:
Yes, you’ll have to take us with him.
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## MORTIMER:
Well, why not?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Well, that’s sweet of them to want to, but that’s impossible.
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You see, we can’t take *sane* people at Happy Dale.
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## MARTHA:
Mr. Witherspoon, if you’ll let us live there with Teddy, we’ll see that Happy Dale is in our will—and for a very generous amount.
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## WITHERSPOON:
Well, the Lord knows we could use the money, but—I’m afraid—
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## ROONEY:
Now, let’s be sensible about this, ladies.
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For instance, here I am wasting my morning when I’ve got serious work to do.
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You know there are still murders to be solved in Brooklyn.
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## MORTIMER:
Yes! Oh, are there?
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## ROONEY:
It ain’t only his bugle blowing and the neighbors all afraid of him, but things would just get worse.
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Sooner or later we’d be put to the trouble of digging up your cellar.
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## ABBY:
Our cellar?
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## ROONEY:
Yeah—Your nephew’s been telling around that there are thirteen bodies in your cellar.
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## ABBY:
But there are thirteen bodies in our cellar.
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## MARTHA:
If that’s why you think Teddy has to go away—you come down to the cellar with us and we’ll prove it to you.
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## ABBY:
There’s one—Mr. Spenalzo—who doesn’t belong here and who will have to leave—but the other twelve are our gentlemen.
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## MORTIMER:
I don’t think the Lieutenant wants to go down in the cellar.
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He was telling me that only last year he had to dig up a half-acre lot—weren’t you, Lieutenant?
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## ROONEY:
That’s right.
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## ABBY:
Oh, you wouldn’t have to dig here.
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The graves are all marked.
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We put flowers on them every Sunday.
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## ROONEY:
Flowers?
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Superintendent—don’t you think you can find room for these ladies?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Well I—
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## ABBY:
You come along with us, and we’ll show you the graves.
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## ROONEY:
I’ll take your word for it, lady—I’m a busy man.
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How about it, Super?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Well, they’d have to be committed.
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## MORTIMER:
Teddy committed himself.
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Can’t they commit themselves?
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Can’t they sign the papers?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Why, certainly.
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## MARTHA:
Yes, where are they?
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## KLEIN:
He’s coming around, Lieutenant.
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## ABBY:
Good morning, Mr. Klein.
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## MARTHA:
Good morning, Mr. Klein.
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Are you here too?
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## KLEIN:
Yeah, Brophy and me have got your other nephew out in the kitchen.
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## ROONEY:
Well, sign ‘em up, Superintendent.
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I want to get this all cleaned up.
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Thirteen bodies.
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## WITHERSPOON:
If you’ll sign right here.
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## MORTIMER:
And you here, Aunt Abby.
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## ABBY:
I’m really looking forward to going—the neighborhood has changed so.
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## MARTHA:
Just think, a front lawn again.
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## WITHERSPOON:
Oh, we’re overlooking something.
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## MARTHA:
What?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Well, we’re going to need a signature of the doctor.
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## MORTIMER:
Oh! Dr. Einstein! Weill you come over here—we’d like you to sign some papers.
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## EINSTEIN:
Please, I must—
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## MORTIMER:
Just come right over, Doctor.
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At one time last night, I thought the Doctor was going to operate on me.
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Just come right over, Doctor.
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Just sign right here, Doctor.
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## ABBY:
Were you leaving, Doctor?
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## EINSTEIN:
I think I must go.
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## MARTHA:
Aren’t you going to wait for Jonathan?
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## EINSTEIN:
I don’t think we’re going to the same place.
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## MORTIMER:
Hello, Elaine.
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I’m glad to see you.
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Stick around, huh?
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## ELAINE:
Don’t worry, I’m going to.
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## ROONEY:
Hello, Mac. Rooney.
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We’ve picked up that guy that’s wanted in Indiana.
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Now there’s a description of his accomplice—it’s right on the desk there—read it to me.
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Yeah—about fifty four—five foot six—hundred forty pounds—blue eyes—talks with German accent.
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Poses as a doctor.
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Thanks, Mac.
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## WITHERSPOON:
It’s all right, Lieutenant.
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The Doctor here has just completed the signitures.
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## ROONEY:
Thanks, Doc.
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You’re really doing Brooklyn a service.
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## WITHERSPOON:
Mr. Brewster, you sign now as next of kin.
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## MORTIMER:
Yes, of course.
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Right here?
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## WITHERSPOON:
That’s fine.
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## MORTIMER:
That makes everything complete—everything legal?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Oh, yes.
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## MORTIMER:
Well, Aunties, now you’re safe.
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## WITHERSPOON:
When do you think you’ll be ready to start?
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## ABBY:
Well, Mr. Witherspoon, why don’t you go upstairs and tell Teddy just what he can take along?
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## WITHERSPOON:
Upstairs?
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## MORTIMER:
I’ll show you.
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## ABBY:
No, Mortimer, you stay here.
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We want to talk to you.
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Yes, Mr. Witherspoon, just upstairs and turn to the left.
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## MARTHA:
Well, Mortimer, now that we’re moving, this house really is yours.
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## ABBY:
Yes, dear, we want you to live here now.
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## MORTIMER:
No, Aunt Abby, this house is too full of memories.
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## MARTHA:
But, you’ll need a home when you and Elaine are married.
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## MORTIMER:
Darlings, that’s very indefinite.
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## ELAINE:
It’s nothing of the kind—we’re going to be married right away.
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## ABBY:
Mortimer—Mortimer, we’re really very worried about something.
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## MORTIMER:
Now, darlings, you’re going to love it at Happy Dale.
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## MARTHA:
Oh, yes, we’re very happy about the whole thing.
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That’s just it—we don’t want anything to go wrong.
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## ABBY:
Will they investigate those signatures?
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## MORTIMER:
Don’t worry, they’re not going to look up Dr. Einstein.
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## MARTHA:
It’s not his signature, dear, it’s yours.
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## ABBY:
You see, you signed as next of kin.
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## MORTIMER:
Of course. Why not?
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## MARTHA:
Well, dear, it’s something we never wanted to tell you.
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But now you’re a man—and it’s something Elaine should know too.
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You see, dear—you’re not really a Brewster.
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## ABBY:
You’re mother came to us a cook—and you were born about three months afterward.
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But she was such a sweet woman—and such a good cook we didn’t want to lose her—so brother married her.
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## MORTIMER:
I’m—not—really—a—Brewster?
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## MARTHA:
Now, don’t feel badly about it, dear.
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## ABBY:
And Elaine, it won’t make any difference to you?
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## MORTIMER:
Elaine! Did you hear?
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Do you understand?
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I’m a bastard!
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## MARTHA:
Well, now I really must see about breakfast.
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## ELAINE:
Mortimer’s coming over to my house.
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Father’s gone to Philadelphia, and Mortimer and I are going to have breakfast together.
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## MORTIMER:
Yes, I need some coffee—I’ve had quite a night.
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## ABBY:
In that case I should think you’d want to go to bed.
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## MORTIMER:
I do.
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## TEDDY:
One moment, Witherspoon. Take this with you!
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## ROONEY:
We won’t need the wagon. My car’s out front.
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## MARTHA:
Oh, you leaving now, Jonathan?
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## ROONEY:
Yeah—he’s going back to Indiana.
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There some people there want to take care of him for the rest of his life. Come on.
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## ABBY:
Well, Jonathan, it’s nice to know you have some place to go.
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## MARTHA:
We’re leaving too.
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## ABBY:
Yes, we’re going to Happy Dale.
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## JONATHAN:
Then this house is seeing the last of the Brewsters.
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## MARTHA:
Unless Mortimer wants to live here.
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## JONATHAN:
I have a suggestion to make.
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Why don’t you turn this property over to the church?
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## ABBY:
Well, we never thought of that.
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## JONATHAN:
After all, it *should* be part of the cemetery.
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## ROONEY:
All right, get going, I’m a busy man.
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## JONATHAN:
Goodbye, Aunties.
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Well, I can’t better my record now but neither can you—at least I have that satisfaction.
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The score stands even.
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## MARTHA:
Jonathan always was a mean boy.
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[underscore chraming jazz piano]
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Never could stand to see anyone get ahead of him.
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## ABBY:
I wish we could show him he isn’t so smart!
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Mr. Witherspoon?
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Does yor family live with you at Happy Dale?
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## WITHERSPOON:
I have no family.
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## ABBY:
Oh—
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## MARTHA:
Well, I suppose you consider everyone at Happy Dale your family.
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## WITHERSPOON:
I’m afraid you don’t quite understand. As head of the institution I have to keep quite aloof.
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## ABBY:
That must make it very lonely for you.
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## WITHERSPOON:
It does.
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But my duty is my duty.
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## ABBY:
Well, Martha—If Mr. Witherspoon won’t join us for breakfast at least we should offer him a glass of elderberry wine.
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## WITHERSPOON:
Elderberry wine?
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## MARTHA:
We make it ourselves.
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## WITHERSPOON:
Why, yes!
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Of course, at Happy Dale our relationship will be more formal—but here—
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You don’t see much elderberry wine nowadays—I thought I’d had my last glass of it.
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## ABBY:
Oh, no—
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## MARTHA:
No, here it is.
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[upbeat jazz]
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