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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 Peach wrote,

"Thou who breakest glass will find

fate can be almost unkind.

Under ladder walkest thee most unlucky

thou wilt be. Each dread Friday do take

care else thou fallest down a 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

Come on, please. Just a moment.

This being the end of the semester, I

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.

Very large university indeed.

How many of 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, Emma.

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.

Hurry back.

much.

Professor Yes, Don. English won't seem

the same without you. Well, that's very

nice of you to say. Goodbye, Don.

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, I don't know what we would

have done.

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 are going

to miss you, too, Ernest. 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.

It's 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 students'

cleaning shop? My one and only hat is

there. And a professor must have dignity

when he goes to the city restaurant.

Here we are, George.

What's this, George? We're here.

Hurry, or we'll miss the train. All

right, darling. Professor, don't let him

tell 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?

Careful, please.

Careful, now. Please.

Mr. Red Cannon now belongs to the

history of crime.

Past tense. So, what about our dough? We

ain't got it back yet.

Yeah. Yeah, how about it? Mr. De Vol, it

would have been poor business to kill

Red unless I knew how to locate the

money.

Turn back to the city.

Thanks.

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, Jean.

Ambulance, huh? Uh-huh.

Some men were shooting at you. Who were

they?

Just a few of my pals.

How bad am I hurt?

Few minor cuts and scalp, that's all.

Any pain?

Uh, not much.

Who was the other customer? The man you

ran down.

He's dying.

Softie.

Did those guys get away? Yes.

And pull the bell cord of this bus. This

is where I get off. I'm going rat

killing.

Hey, I'm tied down. What is this, a

pinch?

Turn that thing off. I can't stand it.

It's driving me crazy.

IT'S NO USE, SOLVAK. KINGSLEY HAS

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, class. 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 them.

Your spine is broken.

You're paralyzed.

You'll pull me 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.

Ernst,

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,

did head injuries cause death?

And many complications. His spine was

broken. We did all we could for him.

Don't feel badly about it, doctor. He

wasn't worth it. He had nothing but the

electric chair to live for. Did he say

anything before he died?

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, Ernst. 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.

I don't think I'd be too alarmed about

it though, if I were you.

Well, I hope you're right. I think so.

You're late today, Ernst. 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 wanted 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 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

It's just the 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, let's go alone.

Alone?

In New York without Margaret? What you

need is a radical change.

Well, perhaps you're right, Ernst.

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'm taking Kingsley to Red's old

environment. In fact, to the Midtown

Hotel, which Cannon used as his hideout.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Uh, we'd like adjoining rooms. Uh, yes.

Yes, sir.

505 and 506, if they're available. Are

they? Why, yes, they're available.

Thanks.

Uh,

you've

been with us before, sir? When?

No, of course not.

But I I like a corner room with three

windows and a fire escape.

This way, gentlemen.

Well, well.

Uh, I'm in the next room, Ernst. Uh,

will you bring the black bag in here,

please?

You sure picked the room with a history,

Mr. Kingsley. Oh, really? But you see,

history's not my subject. I don't mean

that. I'm talking about Red Cannon.

He hid out in these rooms for nearly 6

months from cops, G-men, and his own

gang.

Nobody in the hotel suspected him, but

his gang 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. I 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

knocking.

Yes, sir. That's it.

Thanks.

A talkative youngster. Babbles on like

Tennyson's brook.

Ernst,

I'm going to freshen up a bit.

And then, let's go out. Let's, uh,

do the town.

You know what I mean.

A good dinner and

perhaps, uh,

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, De Boer, and Manny.

I'm taking Kingsley to the Club Royale,

where he'll see Sunny Rogers, Cannon's

former sweetheart.

My kisses captured your lips,

but never reached your heart.

Last night

I thought you loved me

dearly.

And I

was No fashion. George,

I'm ready for anything.

Do you guess so?

But now

you're as far

as

far as the

tiniest star.

I find the signal rather interesting,

don't you, George?

Yes.

Who is she, Ernest? I seem to know her.

Almost

Could she be one of my former students?

I really am surprised, George, at your

pretending to know the singer.

Oh, come, come, come, now, Ernest. I'm

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 Cowper

says.

Pardon me.

Sure.

But what's wrong, George?

My head, Ernest.

That pain again.

I can't stand it. We'll leave instantly.

Yes. Yes, the next train leaves at noon.

Do you wish me to make a reservation?

Yes. Please.

And send up a boy to help me pack, will

you?

Oh, good morning, George. You slept

late.

But my sleep doesn't seem to refresh me.

Ernest,

we're old enough friends that we don't

have to deceive each other. Why do you

say that?

And tell me,

what is the matter with me?

My sleep only seems to tire me,

and I'm 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 gang. They

tried to kill you. You came back to get

revenge.

Red.

Do you remember the name Marne?

Marne

is the one who took your place. Marne,

Miller, Kane, De Ball.

Why did they try to kill 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?

Marne.

Miller.

Kane.

De Ball.

You've been

Red.

I remember that 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.

I won't forget it, either.

Midtown Hotel, huh?

How'd I get here?

You asked me to bring you. I must have

been out of my head. Every copper in

town will be looking 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 uh

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 will take them.

And uh 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'll be all. Yes, sir.

Morning. Yes.

How do you feel?

Not very well.

I'm afraid coming to New York was too

exciting. I

I feel as if the

as if the life were drained out of me. I

hope 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 De Voe, one of the

Red Cannon gang,

was found early this morning in a

deserted building dying from the effects

of a brutal beating.

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 killed De Voe. 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.

You can wait for me.

No, thank you.

I was here the other night with a

friend. And there are other middle-aged

gentlemen. That's right. Has he been

here tonight? I don't think so.

Oh, 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.

I don't think Sonny was pleased to see

us.

Why are we wasting time fooling around

here? Didn't you just see that newspaper

picture of De Voe's battered body?

Same men that killed De Voe are 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 Sonny? That's right.

Tell him not to stop doing it up. My

nail hand this.

You will handle this, Kay.

I've seen you trying to take Red's place

here.

Go on.

I didn't have any part of De Voe's

killing.

Nobody said you did.

Then everything's just lovely.

I'd like to see you at your apartment

after you get through.

Maybe if we put together what you know

about Red and what I know, it'll 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 De Voe.

Who are you?

Hello, Bill.

Who is it? Who was it sent you that

money to get out of that trouble in

Chicago?

Red.

You're alive?

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, Sonny.

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?

I'm not afraid.

Red Cannon must be jumping with joy in

his grave the way his boys are getting

knocked off.

All right, boy.

It's about the Devore and Cain murders.

You know, they were both Cannon's men.

We've always believed that his own gang

was responsible for Red's death. Can

some friend of his be systematically

killing off his murderers? A dead

gangster has no friends.

Now, I want you to go out and find

Marney and Miller. Yes, sir. Okay. Take

a couple of men with you and check the

Richman Apartments.

You're sure this is Marney's apartment?

Oh, good afternoon.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Marney is not at

home.

Do you mind if we wait for him?

Not at all.

Are you a friend of Mr. Marney?

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?

Yeah, you're the professor who was hit

the time Red Cannon was killed? That's

right.

What business could you have with

Marney? You better come along with us

and explain that to the D.A.

Good morning, Sunny. Marney. What's the

matter? Aren't we welcome?

So, Cain was here last night.

Well, I uh

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 Cain 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 horse?

Try again.

And be a little more believable.

I'm Red was here. Look.

Red always killed his cigarettes this

way. Now, you've got to be alive to do

that. Red's been dead since 2 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 died. If he knows

so much, he may know where Red hid the

money. That would be his payoff. He gets

Red's money for killing all of us. Where

does he live? I suppose you're going to

say room 505 at the Midtown.

Who left his matches here?

Ask Devore and Cain.

Thank you.

Um

Any word on 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 had to see George. Where

is he? Well, he's out. I 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.

We both was convalescing at home. You

were a marvelous nurse. 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 have done more.

But that was just the trouble. If you

kept it up, he'd have been a permanent

invalid.

Well, why didn't you tell me? Well,

naturally I didn't want to hurt your

feelings. Unfortunately, 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 Now, you and Jean go

up to your rooms and get some rest, and

take the first train out for Newcastle

in the morning, huh? Well, if it's best

for him, all right.

Believe me, it is.

Oh, there's George.

Margaret, you said you wouldn't try to

see him. Now, please, will you take him

to your room? I want to talk to Dad.

Jean. I can't

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

Now, please believe me.

Who were the women?

Never mind that.

What what's happened to your shoulder?

I got nicked. Who were those women?

My daughter and your wife.

My My what?

Oh, Kingsley, sir.

Well, get them out of here. I don't want

any dames around here. Let me see.

You've been shot.

Yeah. Fix it up, will you? How'd you get

it? The coppers shot me. It's only a

scratch.

How'd you get it? Well, don't ride me.

It's your fault anyway. Yeah. You told

me to use this Kingsley gag. Well, I

pulled it and it didn't work. Where were

you? In Marney's apartment. I tried to

question Professor Kingsley and I

wouldn't stand for it. You killed them?

Well, what do you think? Come on, get to

work. Oh, they'll catch you before we

get the money and you

What money?

What do you know about the money?

You know too much, doc.

Just a minute, Red.

You kill me, what becomes of you?

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

But whose body are you 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 killed Devore. Last night you

murdered Cain 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. I can't think.

What's happened to my brain? I can't

remember.

Of course you can't. And 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

I don't care what I said. When George

came in, your father practically ran me

out of the room.

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 the 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 gradual

awakening of the Cannon brain, I knew

I'd made a great discovery for science.

Cannon's a gangster, a murderer. 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. 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.

Gang killer slays two detectives. You

think the police would catch that killer

by now. A guy like that must be a

lunatic. If I got one look at him, I

could tell his type.

Same, sir?

Oh, hello, darling.

I sent you a message I was coming back

to your dressing room. Come home and

pack. Pack? Where are we going?

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 hanging

around. Yeah, sure.

Hear from me in an hour and I'll have

everything we need. Be 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 to you.

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 died.

I only know that Red is planted in a

graveyard, and I'm not afraid of anyone

else. And me, neither.

But knowing this guy knows everything

Red knew, that it gives me the creeps.

He's leading us to half a million

dollars.

We'll take that bucks.

Go ahead and shoot if you want to dive

200 ft 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 happened?

Where's Miller? Get me something to open

this.

Hurry.

Go get me a drink, and then we're on our

way.

Sonny,

the split on this now is two ways.

Sonny.

Get in there.

You're late.

Where's Money? I don't know. I haven't

seen him.

Why is the bar open? I was getting a

drink. I was almost packed, and

just waiting for you.

Why are you staring at me?

What's happened to you? Money 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 Money for 6

months.

Red, look at me.

There's never been anybody but you.

Believe me.

What were you saying?

LET ME OUT! I TELL YOU I HAVE THE MONEY.

I HID IT. I HID IT IT'S OVEN, RED. IT'S

IN THE OVEN.

LET ME OUT.

I TELL YOU WHERE THE MONEY IS.

IT'S IN THE OVEN. LET ME OUT.

LET ME OUT.

HELP FOR HELP.

TAXI. YES, SIR.

WHERE TO?

Wesley Airport.

Yes, sir.

Pardon me, your honor.

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 darling. 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." I knock him out of

the bed. He screams. The old lady calls

me a [ __ ] Home, sweet home. I'll kill

him, your honor.

I don't like gabby taxi drivers.

Wesley Airport.

Wesley Airport.

What? Wesley Airport.

Drive me to the Midtown Hotel.

Midtown Hotel.

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

living.

Midtown Hotel.

480.

Thank you.

Keep the change.

Hey, you forgot your box.

A thousand bucks.

George.

Ernst, something's happened to my mind.

I found myself in a taxi.

And I don't know how I got there.

Ernst, just a minute, George.

Do 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 the 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.

Dr. Kingsley?

Yes, that's my name. The Chief of Police

would like to see you.

Oh, really? But I don't even know him.

We'll let her do so. 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, uh

you go ahead to the station, dear. Yes,

but George 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.

The cab driver tried to change this at

the bank. The circumstances are so

unusual, we're holding him for

investigation.

A thousand

Look, Ernst, a thousand dollar bill,

they really exist. The cab driver said

you gave him that for a tip. The cab

driver said

Well, that's a Kingsley gesture, I'm

sure you honor me, but a thousand

dollars, why that's almost six months'

salary. Bring the driver in.

What's your occupation, Mr. Kingsley?

I'm a

I'm a professor of English literature.

And I might add a very underpaid

professor. Come on, I got to get out of

here. I tell YOU I GOT TO GET out of

here.

IN THERE. MY WIFE WON'T LIKE having me

stay in jail. Is this the man that gave

you that thousand dollar bill?

How do you do?

Him?

Does he look like a grand note to you?

The guy I was talking about was a

gangster who pushed me in the face. Can

you imagine him pushing me in the face?

Oh, no.

That's all, Mr. Kingsley.

Sorry to have inconvenienced you.

Thanks for coming in. Thank you. We have

barely time to catch the train, George.

Yes, sir.

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 avidly.

I'm going to let you go a little early

this afternoon. Early, but not

immediately.

And I'm quite sure you'll all 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. Sovac, 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.

We can help you. What can we do?

Here you are. Thank you, dear.

Gosh, Dad, I hate to leave this place.

Huh?

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 packed all your instruments.

Good girl, Jean.

Well, I packed

Where is he?

Where's the doc?

I want my doll. Where is it?

You know where it is. You were sneaking

away with it. What do you need?

do. Tell me where IT IS. DAD!

DISTURBING.

RED!

ERNST.

WHY?

WHY DID YOU DO IT?

WHY, ERNST?

I think you know the answer now, George.

I pronounce this man

dead.