Black Friday (1940)

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Our father, which art in heaven hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever.

Amen.

I'd like you to have my notes and records.

Of all the newspapers, yours was the only one which was fair to me.

Thanks, doctor.

Friday the 13th.

This morning my old friend, George Kingsley, was conducting his class at the university of newcastle.

= and in 1547 sir Joshua peachtree wrote thou who breakest glass will find fate can be, oh, most unkind.

Under ladder walkest thee most unlucky thou wilt be.

Each dread Friday do take care, elst thou fallest down the stair.

And, with that little epic, sir Joshua proved that he was a poet of the first rank.

In fact, I should say he possibly was the rankest poet that england ever turned out.

Just a moment, please, just a moment.

This being the end of the semester t have an announcement to make that I'm sure will give you a great deal of pleasure, although I myself am sorry to tell you that I may not be with you next term.

Today, I must leave to appear before the inquisitional board of regents of a very large university in the east, a very large university indeed.

How many the dunce that has been sent to Rome excels the dunce that must stay at home.

I sincerely hope the board does not like me.

I'll try and be back next term.

Oh, my umbrella.

Dr. Kingsley? = yes.

I wish you the best of luck, but...

Thank you, Anne, thank you very much.

Yeah, we hope to see you next semester, doctor.

We better hurry, professor.

Dad will be waiting to take us to the station.

Have a good trip, professor.

Thank you very much. Hurry back.

Professor. Yes, John?

English won't seem the same without you.

Well, that's very nice of you indeed, goodbye.

Come on, professor.

You know, Jean, I'm going to miss all this.

But most of all, I'm going to miss your father.

A brilliant man, Jean.

It distresses me to think that such a great brain surgeon should be so utterly wasted in newcastle.

Newcastle is a very welcome port in a very bad storm.

Why, if it hadn't been for you, professor, ti don't know what we'd have done.

Oh Jean, my dear.

Well, Margaret, you don't know how sorry I am to see you and George leave.

You've befriended Jean and me in so many ways since we came to live here.

We're going to miss you too, ern.

Thank you, Margaret. Oh, here they are.

Hello, darling. Hello, Margaret.

Ernest, if I could only drive I'd never impose on you like this.

It's a pleasure, George.

Rather a mixed one, you know.

We hate to see you go.

Hello, dad.

Oh, I knew I'd forgotten something.

As usual, what now?

Ernest, would you mind stopping at the student's cleaning shop?

My one and only hat is there.

And a professor must have dignity when he goes to the city.

Here we are, George.

Dr. George, we're here.

George, hurry or we'll miss the train.

All right, darling.

Oh, professor, don't let them sell you one of those fancy feathers.

I won't, Jean, I won't.

And George.

George, George?

Yes, dear.

Now watch the traffic, won't you?

Yes, darling. Be careful, please.

Now don't worry. Careful now, please.

Mr. red Cannon now belongs to the history of crime.

Past tense. But what about our dough?

We ain't got it yet.

Yeah. Yeah, how about it?

Mr. devore, it would have been poor business to k*ll red, unless I knew how to locate the money.

Turn back to the city.

He's going to be all right, my dear.

Now, you go home with Jean and I'll call you later.

We'll be waiting, dad.

Come, Margaret.

Ambulance, huh? Uh-huh.

Some men were sh**ting at you.

Who were they?

Just a few of my pals.

How bad am I hurt?

Few minor cuts on the scalp, that's all.

Any pain?

No, not much.

Who's the other customer?

The man you ran down.

He's dying.

A softy, huh?

Did those guys get away?

Yes.

Then pull the bell cord of this bus.

This is where I get off.

I'm goin' rat-killin'.

Hey, I'm tied down.

What is this, a pinch?

Turn that thing off.

Ti can't stand it.

It's driving me crazy.

It's no use, sovac.

Kingsley has a compound frontal and parietal fracture and severe concussion of the cerebrum.

Just a matter of hours, or minutes.

Pulse 65, he's in a coma.

All right, nurse, you can go.

I'll stay.

What's the matter with me, doc?

Thanks.

What's the matter with me, doc?

I can't feel nothing.

My legs are there, but I can't feel 'em.

Your spine is broken.

You're paralyzed.

Well, pull me through, doc, will you?

Pull me through and I'll pay you anything.

The only possible way to save George Kingsley's life is by a brain transplantation, an operation I performed successfully on animals.

This is a dangerous and illegal operation, but a chance to make a great scientific discovery, and perhaps save my friend's life.

Ern, how long will his head be bandaged?

Oh, not long now. = Dr. sovac.

Yes?

Two gentlemen want to see you.

Who are they?

They are detectives, I believe.

= I'll see them.

Excuse me, please.

I'll be right back, George.

A miraculous recovery, Mrs. Kingsley.

Amazing.

It's Cannon, all right.

Well, doctor, the head injuries caused death?

And many complications.

His spine was broken.

We did all we could for him.

He wasn't worth it.

He had nothing but the electric chair to live for.

Did he say anything before he d*ed?

About money, for instance?

= not that I know of.

Thanks, doctor.

$500,000.

With that money I could build my own laboratory and continue with my experiments.

Kingsley is convalescing and seems to show some of red Cannon's traits.

Does the Cannon brain in Kingsley's head retain the knowledge of the hidden money?

I've been waiting to see you, Ernest.

I'm worried about George.

He just doesn't seem himself.

Why, he's getting stronger every day, isn't he?

Physically, yes.

But his mental condition doesn't seem right.

He's irritable.

Flies into a rage for no reason at all.

That isn't like George.

No, it isn't.

He has been acting strangely lately.

Ti don't think I'd be too alarmed about it though, if I were you.

Well, I hope you're right.

= t think so.

You're late today, Ernest.

Come and sit down and talk to me.

I'm feeling very low.

Will you have some tea? No, thanks.

The trouble with you is, you're feeling too well.

= too well?

I used to think that a long period of convalescence would be like an ocean voyage.

That I'd have a chance to read all the books I want to that I haven't time to ordinarily.

But nothing seems to interest me.

A boring period, convalescence.

Yes, indeed it is.

I'm afraid I've got to go to New York for a few days, George.

You've got to?

Yes, a little business for the hospital.

Well, that's nice, I must say.

What am I going to do for companionship?

Well, why not come with me? Come with you?

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

New York's too big, too noisy.

I never have wanted to go there.

And yet...

The very thing you need, George.

You've had your fill of peace and quiet.

You'll find New York exciting, stimulating.

Just the thing to lift you out of the doldrums.

As my doctor, do you prescribe it?

As your doctor, I insist on it.

Very well.

I'll tell Margaret to pack.

Oh, no, George, et's go alone.

Alone?

In New York, without Margaret?

What you need is a radical change.

Well, perhaps you're right, Ernest.

I've been like a bear, lately.

I'm quite sure she'd be glad to be rid of me for a time.

New York.

New York, I wonder...

I am taking Kingsley to red's old environment.

In fact, to the midtown hotel which Cannon used as his hideout.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

We'd like adjoining rooms.

Yes, yes.

505 and 506, if they're available.

Are they?

Why, yes, they're available. Thank you.

You've been with us before, sir?

Why?

No, of course not.

But I like a corner room with three windows and a fire escape.

This way, gentlemen.

Well, well?

I'm in the next room, Ernest.

Will you bring the black bag in here, please?

You sure picked a room with a history, Mr. Kingsley.

Oh, really?

But you see, history is not my subject.

=t don't mean that.

I'm talkin' about red Cannon.

He hid out in these rooms for nearly six months, from cops, g-men and his own g*ng.

Nobody in the hotel suspected him.

But his g*ng got wise and red tried to run out.

They caught up to him in some small town in the sticks.

Imagine when we found out who he was.

And him with nearly a million bucks hidden away.

Say, the manager locked himself in here and took these rooms apart.

Yes, yes, yes.

But he's still the manager, so I guess he didn't find it.

Anyway, I made plenty out of Cannon.

I was the only one he allowed up here.

I had a special way of knockin'.

Yes, sir, that's it.

Thanks.

A talkative youngster.

Babbles on like Tennyson's brook.

Ernest, I'm going to freshen up a bit.

And then let's go out.

Let's do the town.

You know what I mean.

A good dinner, and perhaps a bottle of wine.

Splendid, George.

I'll get changed and then we'll go.

I chatter, chatter as I flow to join the brimming river for men may come and men may go, but I go on forever.

= the Cannon brain remembers this hotel.

Will it also remember red's friends?

Miller, Kane, devore and marnay.

I'm taking Kingsley to the club royale where he'll see sunny Rogers, Cannon's former sweetheart.

J my kisses captured your lips j j but never reached your heart” j last night I thought you loved me dearly j»

J and I was j an old fashioned.

George?

I'm ready for anything.

Two. Yes, sir.

J but now you're as far j j as far as the tiniest star j

I find the singer rather interesting, don't you, George?

Yeah, who is she, Ernest?

Ti seem to know her.

Could she be one of my former students?

I really am surprised, George, at your pretending to know the singer.

Well, come, come, come now, Ernest.

I'm a college professor, not a college boy.

All these people here on pleasure bent.

And pleasure brings as surely in her train remorse and sorrow and vindictive pain as William kelper said.

Oh, pardon me.

= sure.

Why, what's wrong, George?

My head hurts.

That pain again.

Ti can't stand it.

We'll leave instantly.

Yes.

Yes, the next train leaves at noon.

You wish me to make a reservation?

Yes, please.

And send up a boy to help me pack, will you?

Well, good morning, George.

You slept late.

But my sleep doesn't seem to refresh me.

Ernst, we're old enough friends that we don't have to deceive each other.

Why do you say that?

Then tell me, what is the matter with me?

My sleep only seems to tire me.

And I am haunted by the most horrible dreams.

A perfectly normal reaction to the shock of your accident, George.

Come in.

What do you mean by that ridiculous tap, tap, tap tap tapping?

Why don't you knock the door like anybody else?

Anything you say, sir.

You wanted me to pack? = yes.

I don't know what I'm doing here, anyway.

Ernest, I'm going home.

I need Margaret.

I don't think I'd try to leave today, George.

Now, you can stop the packing.

Yes, sir.

I don't think you're well enough to travel.

Now, let's wait and see how you feel tomorrow.

Red.

Red Cannon.

You were the leader of a g*ng.

They tried to k*ll you.

You came back to get revenge.

Red.

Do you remember the name, marnay?

Marnay.

He's the one who took your place.

Marnay, Miller, Kane, devore.

Why did they try to k*ll you, red?

To get your money?

But they didn't find it, did they?

It's safe just where you hid it.

Where is it, red?

Marnay.

Miller.

Kane.

Devore.

You've been ill, red.

I remember, that hick town.

You're the doc, ain't you? = yes.

Say, my back's better.

You cured me? - Yes.

You're perfectly well now.

Thanks, doc, and I won't forget it either.

Midtown hotel, huh?

How did I get here? You asked me to bring you.

I must have been out of my head.

Why every copper in town will be lookin' for me.

I've got something to tell you, red.

Oh, yeah, what?

You were smashed up in an accident, you remember?

I had to operate to give you another body.

= you had to do what?

What are you talking about?

Why did you do this to me?

It was the only way to keep you alive.

= oh.

Why, doc, you're a genius, but you could have given me a better chassis.

I never saw plastic surgery like that before.

I used the body of the other man, who was dead.

It was the only way to save you.

Say, wait a minute.

Nobody will know me like this.

Why, I can do anything.

Who was the other guy?

He was a professor of english literature.

English literature?

Well.

Well, how are you, prof?

You're now professor George Kingsley, and you teach in the university at newcastle.

What a disguise.

What a break for red Cannon.

Come in.

Telegram, sir. Thank you.

Hey, what is...

Next time, you do as you're told.

When you come to my room, knock like this.

Now scram.

Yes, sir.

Next time.

Red, I think...

Good morning, sir. = I'll take them.

And here's the morning paper, sir.

Compliments of the house. Thank you.

Say, you sure get around, mister.

From the looks of those clothes last night it would seem like you fell into a cement mixer.

That will be all. Yes, sir.

Morning? Yes.

How do you feel?

Not very well.

I'm afraid coming to new York was too exciting.

1...

I feel as if...

As if the life were drained out of me.

You will be all right as soon as you've had a little rest.

Well, perhaps so.

Here's a curious thing, George.

It seems that Louis devore, one of the red Cannon g*ng, was found early this morning in a deserted building dying from the effects of a brutal b*ating.

His back had been broken.

Good heavens, Ernest.

Why on earth bother me with that gruesome stuff?

Sorry, George.

Things have taken a dangerous turn.

Kingsley has k*lled devore.

While in this environment I never know when the murderous brain of red Cannon may take possession of Kingsley.

But I will not stop my experiments.

I must find out where the Cannon money is hidden.

All ready, George?

Oh, miss. - Yes, sir?

I wonder if you'd be kind enough to open my friend's door for me.

I'm a little worried about him.

He hasn't been very well.

Yes, sir.

I ain't been feeling so well myself, lately.

Evidently, my friend has gone out.

Well, you can wait for me.

Your hat, sir? No, thank you.

I was here the other night with a friend.

The rather middle aged gentleman?

That's right.

Has he been here tonight?

=t don't think so.

Well, wait a minute, there was a gentleman that looked like him at the bar.

At the bar? Oh, no, no, no.

On second thought, it couldn't have been your friend.

And besides, that man left a little while ago, sir.

Oh.

I don't think sunny was pleased to see us.

Why are we wastin' time foolin' around here?

Didn't you see that newspaper picture of devore's battered body?

So maybe that k*ller's after us too.

A good deduction.

But who would want us dead except some friend of red's?

And who would know about red Cannon's friends better than sunny?

That's right.

Tell your nerves to stop doin' nip-ups.

Marnay will handle this.

You will handle this, Kane.

I've seen you trying to take red's place here.

Go on.

I didn't have any part in devore's k*lling.

Nobody said you did.

Then everything is just lovely.

I'd like to see you at your apartment after you're through.

Maybe if we put together what you know about red and what I know, it will add up to some money.

Say, if I knew anything about a half a million bucks, do you think I'd be working in this joint?

We'll go over all that later.

Like it?

= sure.

It's yours,

tonight.

Hey, what is this?

Get out of my car.

What do you want?

You ought not to have to think very hard after what happened to devore.

Who are you?

Hello, bill.

Who is it?

Who is it sent you that money to get out of that trouble in Chicago.

Red?

You're alive?

Well, yes.

I'll be right up.

= red.

Well, of all the... don't speak.

Don't even move.

Just let me look at you.

It's great to be back, sunny.

Why did you move the piano?

You know I always liked it in that corner.

How do you know about that?

Surely you didn't think I'd forget in two short months?

Are there any cigarettes in the drawer?

Yes.

You look good, darling.

Come on, let's have a drink.

Nothing touched, eh?

Good girl.

Well, here we are.

How do you like the trimmings?

Let me put it on.

How did you get it?

Just picked it up.

Well, you don't seem very glad to see me.

You're afraid.

What are you afraid of?

Well, I'm not afraid.

Red Cannon must be jumping with joy in his grave the way his boys are getting knocked off.

All right, boys.

Now about the devore and Kane murders, you know, they were both Cannon's men.

We've always believed his own g*ng was responsible for red's death.

Can some friend of his be systematically k*lling off his murderers?

A dead gangster has no friends.

I want you to go out and find marnay and Miller.

Yes, sir. Okay.

Take a couple of men with you and check the ritz manor apartments.

You're sure this is marnay's apartment?

Well, good afternoon.

I'm sorry, but Mr. marnay is not at home.

Do you mind if we wait for him?

Not at all.

Are you a friend of Mr. marnay?

In a way.

I'm just waiting till he comes back.

Who are you? What?

We're from police headquarters.

Oh, I see.

My name is Kingsley.

I'm a professor of english at the university of newcastle.

From newcastle? = yes.

You're the professor who was hit the time red Cannon was k*lled?

That's right.

What business could you have with marnay?

You better come along with us and explain that to the da.

Good morning, sunny. Marnay.

= what's the matter?

Aren't we welcome?

So Kane was here last night?

Well, I, had a date with him, but he didn't show up.

The police found his body this morning, strangled.

Yeah, and his back was broken, just like devore's.

Well, I don't know anything about it.

= no?

If Kane wasn't here where did you get that watch?

Well, I expected him, but somebody else came and gave me the watch.

Who?

He said he was red Cannon.

What did he drive up in, a hearse?

Try again, and be a little more believable.

I'm not lying. Red was here, look.

Red always k*lled his cigarettes this way.

Now you've got to be alive to do that.

Red's been dead since two months.

That's what I thought.

But last night this man came here and he didn't look like red, but...

This is the first thing he did when he came in.

He knew everything that only red knew.

He even acted and talked like red.

Probably somebody red coached carefully.

Somebody from that hick town who got close to him before he d*ed.

If he knows so much, he may know where red hid the money.

That would be his payoff.

He gets red's money for k*lling all of us.

Where does he live?

I suppose you are going to say room 505 at the midtown.

Who left these matches here?

= ask devore and Kane.

Any word of professor Kingsley?

Nothing, doctor. = hm.

= dad.

Margaret was so worried, we talked it over and decided to come on to New York.

Ernest, I just have to see George.

Where is he? - Well, he's out.

I don't quite know where.

But I thought you were always with him?

I'm afraid, you're not going to like this, Margaret, but I'm going to be quite blunt with you.

When George was convalescing at home, you were a marvelous nurse.

Well, I did what I could. Exactly.

When he turned his head you were there to adjust the pillow.

If he reached for a glass of water you were pouring it for him.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more.

But that's just the trouble.

If you had kept it up, he would have been a permanent invalid.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Well, naturally, I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

And fortunately, George himself rebelled in time.

And that's why you brought him to New York alone with you?

Of course, my dear.

He had to have a change.

Has it helped, is he better?

Yes, he is, but we must still be careful.

Now, I suggest that you allow him to remain here till he's perfectly ready to go home of his own accord.

And don't try to see him. Oh, but I- now you and Jean go up to your rooms and get some rest, and take the first train out to newcastle in the morning, huh?

Well, if it's best for him, all right.

Believe me, it is.

Well, there's George.

Margaret, you said you wouldn't try to see him.

Now please, will you take her to her room, Jean?

Oh, please... But, dad...

Jean, I assure you what I'm doing is for his own good.

Now please believe me.

Who were the women? = never mind that.

What's happened to your shoulder?

I got nicked.

Who were those women?

My daughter and your wife.

My what?

Oh, Kingsley's, huh?

Well, get them out of here.

I don't want any dames around here.

Let me see.

You've been sh*t? Yeah, fix it up, will you?

It's only a scratch. How'd you get it?

= well don't ride me.

It's your fault, anyway.

Mine? Yeah.

You told me to use this Kingsley gag.

Well, I pulled it and it didn't work.

Where were you? In marnay's apartment.

They tried to question professor Kingsley and I wouldn't stand for it.

You k*lled them? Well, what do you think?

Come on, get to work. = you fool.

They'll catch you before we get the money and...

You...

What money?

What do you know about the money?

Why, I... You know too much, doc.

Just a minute, red.

If you k*ll me, what becomes of you?

You think you're red Cannon, don't you?

But whose body are you wearing?

Well, you told me... Exactly, George Kingsley's.

Professor of english literature at newcastle.

How'd you like to be George Kingsley for good?

What do you mean?

You're walking around in Kingsley's body, all right, but part of your brain is his and you can't control it.

That's not true. You k*lled devore.

Last night you m*rder*d Kane in his car outside the club.

I saw it, remember?

But do you remember how you woke up?

In this very room, you woke as Kingsley.

Complaining of nightmares, not knowing why you were here.

= t can't think.

What's happened to my brain?

I can't remember. Of course you can't.

If I hadn't forced you back into red Cannon, you'd have gone to newcastle as Kingsley for the rest of your life. Stop it.

I can make you forget you ever were red Cannon.

Stop it, I tell you!

I'll cut you in on the dough.

You'll get your share.

From now on, you do exactly as I say.

Okay, doc.

Now, I'll fix that shoulder.

It's no use, Jean.

I'm not going home in the morning, not unless George goes with me.

But you told dad... Ti don't care what I said.

When George came in, your father practically ran me out.

He's trying to conceal something.

No, Margaret.

I'm going to see George now and if Ernest tries to stop me I'll call a New York doctor.

Margaret, I'm sure you're worrying over nothing, but I'll go talk to dad.

There you are.

Okay, nice job, doc.

It's not safe to stay here too long.

You get that money tonight. Maybe you're right.

I'll get going right away.

You...

Professor king.

Dad.

= Jean.

Dad, he didn't even know who I was.

Oh, nonsense, Jean. And the way he looked.

He was like professor Kingsley and yet, dad, what is back of all this?

Haven't you guessed?

The operation I performed was a brain transplantation.

= then his brain...

Is partly the brain of red Cannon.

= dad.

Your best friend.

Oh, you couldn't.

I saved his life, didn't I?

Well, what's the good of that if you've turned him into a criminal?

My only thought was to keep him alive, I swear it.

But when I saw signs of the gradual awakening of the Cannon brain, I knew I'd made a great discovery for science.

Cannon's a gangster, a m*rder*r.

All right.

But in the meantime, I've proved what I always knew to be true.

Transplanted human brain cells will live and function.

What a triumph, think of it.

I'm not a scientist, father.

I can only see you destroying your best friend.

Oh, it's too late to think of that.

But you must.

Think what you're doing to him and Margaret.

Oh, he'll be all right.

As soon as I get him back to newcastle, he'll forget all about this.

But I can't do that until...

= until what?

Until the experiment is completed.

You've got to take him home tomorrow.

Why?

Because it's the only human thing to do.

Margaret is suspicious.

She threatens to call in a New York doctor.

Then the truth is bound to come out.

Don't forget, dad, you had no legal right to operate.

It means prison, and every chance you might have had for a career in this country is lost.

Very well.

Tell Margaret we'll go back to newcastle in the morning.

= I'll tell her.

g*ng k*ller slays two detectives.

You'd think the police would catch the k*ller by now.

A guy like that must be a lunatic.

If I got one look at him, I could tell his type.

The same, sir?

Oh, hello, darling.

I sent you a message I was coming back to your dressing room.

Run home and pack. = pack?

Where are we goin'?

South America, for a starter.

Have we money enough?

All the money in the world.

Understand?

All the money in the world.

Let me have the keys to your car.

I don't want any taxi drivers hangin' around.

Yeah, sure.

You'll hear from me in an hour, and I'll have everything we need.

You ready?

What do you think?

He wants me to run away with him.

He's going to pick up the money now.

= good.

I knew he would, sooner or later.

We'll get it and split it three ways.

Well, that's all right with me.

I'll point him out.

There he is, at the bar.

Just getting up.

He's taking my car.

It should be easy to follow.

How do you figure this guy?

The way red got hit, he couldn't have told everything he knew before he d*ed.

I only know that red is planted in a graveyard, and I'm not afraid of anyone else.

= me neither.

But knowing this guy knows everything red knew kind of gives me the creeps.

He's leading us to half a million dollars.

We'll take that box.

Go ahead and sh**t, if you want to dive 200 feet for it.

The money is what we want.

Hand it over and we'll give you a break.

Okay.

Come and get it.

Keep him covered.

You never saw the day I couldn't break you apart, Miller.

What's happened?

Where's Miller?

Get me something to open this.

Hurry.

Go get me a drink.

Then we're on our way.

Sunny, the split on this now is two ways.

Sunny.

= get in there.

Oh, you're late.

Where's marnay? =I don't know.

T haven't seen him.

Why is the bar open? I was getting a drink.

I'm almost packed, and just waiting for you.

Well, why are you staring at me?

What's happened to you?

Marnay and Miller followed me from the nightclub.

Now I know why you didn't want me to come back to your dressing room.

They were there.

Red, what are you looking for?

Don't you believe me?

I haven't seen marnay for six months.

Red, look at me.

There's never been anybody but you.

Believe me.

What were you saying?

= let me out!

I'll tell you where the money is.

Ti hid it.

I hid it, it's in the oven, red.

It's in the oven.

Let me out.

I'll tell you where the money is.

It's in the oven!

Let me out.

Let me out!

T swear.

= no.

Let me out.

Out. - Please, don't.

Taxi. Yes, sir.

Where to?

Westley airport. Yes, sir.

Pardon the yawn.

A hack driver that works all night shouldn't have kids.

All night you work your heart out for the little woman and the little darlings.

All day long, while you're trying to snatch 40 winks, the old lady slams the doors.

The kids chase each other in and out of the room.

One kid jumps up on the bed, hops on your stomach, "daddy, tell me a story.

"Tell me a funny story.” T knock him out of the bed.

He screams.

The old lady calls me a tramp.

Home, sweet home.

I'll k*ll them. - Shut up.

I don't like Gabby taxi drivers.

Westley airport.

Westley airport.

What? Westley airport.

= drive me to the midtown hotel.

= midtown hotel.

It's a crazy business, but it's a livin'.

Midtown hotel.

$4.80.

Thank you, keep the change.

Hey, you forgot your box.

A thousand bucks.

George.

Ernest, something's happened to my mind.

I found myself in a taxi.

And I don't know how I got there.

Ernest. - Just a minute, George.

You know Margaret and Jean are here?

Margaret, here?

Yes.

Now drink this.

I want you to get some rest before you see them.

Now, don't worry about a thing.

Tomorrow everything will be all right.

I hope you enjoyed your visit, Mr. Kingsley.

Very much, indeed, thank you.

May I have the bill? Oh, no, George, allow me.

It was understood you were to be my guest, you know.

Oh, thank you Ernest. Professor Kingsley?

The chief of police would like to see you.

Oh, really?

But I don't even know him. We'll introduce you.

What can the chief of police possibly want?

Well, there can't be any charge against professor Kingsley, surely.

The chief will explain all that.

Who are you? - I'm his doctor.

He's just recovering from an extremely serious illness.

Come along. I'd like to go too, if you don't mind. All right, come on.

Well, you go ahead to the station, dear.

Yes, but George... No, no, no.

It's all right, we'll meet you there.

Goodbye.

This is Mr. Kingsley, chief. = and his doctor.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Oh, thank you very much.

A cab driver tried to change this at the bank.

Circumstances were so unusual, we're holding him for investigation.

A thousand, look, Ernest, a $1,000 bill.

They really exist.

The cab driver said you gave him that for a tip.

The cab driver, that's a kingly gesture.

I'm sure you honor me, but $1,000, why, that's almost six months' salary.

Bring the driver in.

What's your occupation, Mr. Kingsley?

I'm a professor of english literature.

And I might add, a very underpaid professor.

Go on. I gotta get out of here.

I tell you, I've gotta get out of here.

My wife, she won't like havin' me stayin' in jail.

Is this the man that gave you that $1,000 bill?

How do you do?

Him?

Does he look like a grand note to you?

The guy I was talkin' about was a gangster, who pushed me in the face.

Can you imagine him pushin' me in the face?

Oh, no.

That's all, Mr. Kingsley.

Sorry to have inconvenienced you.

Thanks for coming in. Thank you.

We barely have time to catch the train, George.

Yes.

Back in newcastle, the red Cannon brain has become completely dormant.

Kingsley has returned to his classroom, and now I can actually bring to a realization my plans for a great laboratory, and give the world the benefit of my scientific knowledge.

Thus, you see, the elizabethan novel was a minor passing form and fed the drama of the period which, I might add, devoured it avidly.

I'm going to let you go a little early this afternoon.

Early, but not immediately.

And I'm quite sure you all will be glad to hear that tomorrow we're going to have a quiz on the past two weeks' work.

I must apologize for not giving you your full hour this afternoon, but my closest friend, Dr. Sovag, is leaving newcastle.

What was that?

What is it, what's that noise?

What is it, why don't you answer me?

= it's a siren.

Probably an ambulance or a police car.

Get a doctor.

= tell us.

Maybe we can help you.

What can we do?

Here you are. Thank you, dear.

Gosh, dad, I hate to leave this place.

Seems so much like home to me.

I know, Jean, but at least I'm going to a better position.

Of course, dad.

Now I'll pack the rest of the books.

Oh, dad, I've packed all your instruments.

Good girl, Jean.

Why...

Where is he?

Where is the doc?

I want my dough.

Where is it?

You know where it is.

You were sneakin' away with it.

What do you mean? = tell me where it is!

Dad! Stop it!

Dad!

Stop it!

= red!

Ernst.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Why, Ernest?

I think you know the answer now, George.

I pronounce this man dead.