Doctor, the cellar.
Let go of me!
What's the matter? What's happening down there?
What's the matter? What are you doing there?
We caught a burglar, a sneak thief. Go back to your room.
-We'll call the police. -I'll handle this. Go back to your room.
Do you hear me?
Don't answer that.
Don't answer that!
Where's Teddy? Is he upstairs? Never mind that now, darling.
What are you doing with your best clothes on?
Holy.... What's that?
What's that thing that looks like a cigar-store dummy?
-It's your brother and Dr. Einstein. -Didn't I tell you not to let anybody in?
-Who did you say it was? -It's your brother, Jonathan!
-I've come back home, Mortimer. -What?
I've come back home, Mortimer.
"I've come back home, Mortimer." Listen, it talks!
Yes, I talk.
Mortimer, have you forgotten the things I used to do to you...
...when you were tied to the bedpost?
The needles under your fingernails.
-Mortimer, he-- -Wait a minute.
Holy mackerel!
It is Jonathan!
I'm glad you remember, Mortimer.
Yeah, I remember.
How could I forget you?
Where'd you get that face? Hollywood?
Don't you two boys start quarreling the minute you've seen each other.
We invited Jonathan and Dr. Einstein to stay.
-What? -Just for tonight.
No, I'm staying here tonight.
-ln fact, I'm staying here from now on. -What about me?
There's no room for anybody else here.
Please, just a moment.
So take that little squirt and beat it!
Where's Teddy? I've got to see him right away.
We don't take up much room.
Johnny can sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep on the windowseat.
Nothing to....
Windowseat?
Certainly not on the windowseat.
I'm going to sleep on the windowseat.
I'll sleep on the windowseat from now on.
Now look.
Now, be a good fellow.
Here's $1 0. Go out and haunt yourself a hotel.
Mortimer, you know what I do to people who order me around.
Mr. Spenalzo.
What?
What's going to happen to Mr. Spenalzo?
We can't leave him here in the windowseat.
Doctor, I've completely lost track of Mr. Spenalzo.
Wait! Who's this Mr. Spenalzo?
A friend of ours Johnny was looking for.
Don't bring anyone else in here. Now, beat it!
It's all right, Johnny.
While we are packing, I'll tell you about him.
I'll take care of you, Mortimer, in just a little while.
How do you like that?
The guy stays away for 20 years and picks tonight to come back.
Elaine, what are you doing here?
-Mortimer! -What's the matter, darling?
-I almost got killed. -Killed?
Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha!
No! It was Jonathan!
He mistook her for a sneak thief.
-Oh, that. -lt was worse than that.
He's some kind of a maniac.
I'm afraid of him.
Darling, don't worry about it. I'm here now. Forget it.
We were married today, we were going over Niagara Falls...
...your brother tries to strangle me, a taxi's waiting...
...and now you want to sleep on a windowseat!
Windowseat. Witherspoon.
-You'd better run along home. -What?
Go on home like a good girl. I got things to do.
-But-- -Please.
Operator? Get me Happy Dale 2-7-0, please.
But didn't you hear what I was just saying?
Your own brother Jonathan, he was trying to strangle me!
-Please! This is important! -That?
Mr. Witherspoon? This is Mortimer Brewster.
Yes, Mr. Brewster.
Well, I don't understand you.
-He was going to kill me! -Wait, I can't hear the man.
Well, look. I've got the papers all drawn up.
I know it's late, but come down here and get my brother immediately!
Please, darling.
By the way, you've had the papers signed by your brother and the doctor, of course?
By the doctor?
Oh, holy mackerel! I forgot the doctor!
Please, be quiet! Can't you see I've got to get a doctor?
What kind of a doctor? A family doctor?
You can take your honeymoon, wedding ring, taxi, windowseat...
...put them in a barrel, and push them all over Niagara Falls!
Thank you, darling. Thank you.
Why don't you come down here anyway?
While you're getting here, I'll get Teddy's and the doctor's signatures.
I'll get both signatures. Yeah, well, come right away.
What's the matter with her?
Let me sit down. Let me think about this thing.
Doctor, Teddy, signature....
Hoskins!
Ye gods! There's another one!
Aunt Abby! Aunt Martha!
-Come in here! -We're busy.
No, you come in here now!
Yes, dear, what is it? Where's Elaine?
Didn't you promise not to let anyone in?
-Jonathan just walked in. -I don't mean Jonathan!
I don't mean Dr. Einstein! Who is that in the windowseat?
We told you. Mr. Hoskins.
It is not Mr. Hoskins!
There!
Who can that be?
-Are you saying you've never seen him? -I certainly am.
This is a fine how-do-you-do!
It's getting so anyone thinks he can walk in!
Don't you try to get out of this! That's another one of your gentlemen!
How can you say such a thing?
That man's an impostor.
And if he came here to be buried in our cellar, he's mistaken.
You admitted you put Mr. Hoskins in the windowseat.
Yes, I did.
This man couldn't have got the idea from Mr. Hoskins!
-By the way, where is Mr. Hoskins? -He must have gone to Panama.
-What? You buried him? -Not yet.
He's down there waiting for the services, poor dear.
We haven't had a minute, what with Jonathan in the house.
Oh, dear.
We've always wanted to hold a double funeral.
But I will not read services over a total stranger!
A total stranger. How can I believe you?
There are 12 men down there, you admit you poisoned them!
Yes, I did. But you don't think I'd stoop to telling a fib!
What do you think has happened?
"A fib! "
This may interest you, Mortimer. I've decided that we're staying.
And I've also decided that you're leaving, and I mean now.
Listen, handsome. I'm in no mood to debate the question.
Are you getting out, or am I throwing you out on your ear?
I've led a strange life.
Martha, you come straight along here.
You just look and see what's in that windowseat.
No. Don't....
Let Aunt Martha see what's in the windowseat.
Aunt Abby, darling, I owe you an apology.
I've got some very good news for you. Jonathan is leaving.
And he's taking Dr. Einstein and that cold companion with him.
Listen. You're my brother, you're a Brewster.
I'll give you a chance to get away and take the evidence with you.
You can't ask for more than that.
Well?
All right, in that case, I'll have to call the police.
Don't reach for the telephone.
Remember, what happened to Mr. Spenalzo can happen to you, too.
Spenalzo?
I knew he was a foreigner.
Put down that telephone.
Officer O'Hara!
I saw the lights and thought you might have sickness....
You got company? Sorry I disturbed you.
-No! Come in. -Yes, do come in.
Come right in, Officer. This is our nephew, Mortimer.
-Pleased to meet you. -Glad to see you.
-And this is another nephew, Jonathan. -Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Your face is familiar. Haven't I seen a picture of you?
I don't think so.
-I'll be running along. -Why? Stay until my brother leaves.
I got to ring in, Mr.--
Are you "the" Mortimer Brewster, the writer and dramatic critic?
Yes, why?
What a break for me! I'm a playwright. I'm working on a play now.
You are? Well, well, well!
-Maybe I can help you with it. -Would you? What a break!
I get wonderful ideas, but I can't spell them.
I can spell like the dickens. Constantinople?
Let's go into the kitchen. You can tell me all about it.
Couldn't you whip up a sandwich?
I hope you don't mind eating in the kitchen, Officer O'Hara.
And where else would you eat?
See you in a moment.
This is your last chance.
I'll keep O'Hara busy to give you a chance to get out.
All three of you: you, Dr. Einstein and Spenalzo.
If you don't leave here, I'll introduce Officer O'Hara to Mr. Spenalzo.
My play takes place in--
I'll be right with you, O'Hara. Right with you.
Just give me one moment.
Now get going! All three of you.
This affair between my brother and myself has got to be settled.
But we've got trouble enough as it is. Come, let's go.
We're not going. We're sleeping right here in this house.
What? With a cop in the kitchen and Spenalzo in the windowseat?
That's all he's got on us. We'll take Spenalzo and dump him in the bay.
After that, we're coming back here. Then if he tries to interfere--
No, no, Johnny. No, please.
We've got a wonderful setup here. We can make a fortune.
Two old ladies as a front. Only Mortimer stands in our way.
I never did like Mortimer.
Please, take it easy. Please!
Doctor, you know when I make up my mind--
When you make up your mind, you lose your head.
Look, Brooklyn ain't a good setup for you.
Okay, Johnny. Okay!
Take the instruments and hide them in the cellar. Move fast.
-You don't know what goes on in Brooklyn. -I don't know.
-My mother was an actress. -Legitimate?
Of course. She was my mother.
-Excuse me. -Peaches La Tour was her name.
-Come quick! -What's the matter?
-You know that hole in the cellar? -Yes.
Well, we got an ace in the hole.
It's no fly-by-night idea. I worked on it for 12 years.
Well, rehash it. I'll be back in a minute.
-Swell. -I like the first act.
I didn't tell you the first--
I thought I told you....
Yes, Mortimer.
What are you doing still here? I thought I said beat it.
We're not going.
-You're not going? -No.
You stay out of this.
All right, you asked for it.
-Officer O'Hara? -Coming.
If you tell O'Hara what's in the windowseat...
...I'll tell him what's in the cellar.
Cellar?
There's an elderly gentleman down there who seems to be very dead.
-What were you doing there? -What's he doing there?
Now what are you going to tell O'Hara?
Your aunts want to hear the rest. Shall I bring them in here?
You can't do that now. You'd better ring in.
The heck with ringing in! I want to tell you the plot.
You can't tell me in front of those two fellas.
Lowbrows, huh?
Let's go where we can be alone. I'll meet you there later.
How about the backroom at Kelly's?
Fine place. Bohemian atmosphere. Genius at work.
You ring in and I'll meet you at Kelly's.
Why don't you both go down in the cellar?
That's all right with me.
There's a much more literary atmosphere in Kelly's, I assure you.
This opening will kill you.
I'm waiting to be born and the doctor--
The doctor!
Look, you ring in and I'll see you later.
You won't stand me up, will you? This is a great play.
-I'll see you down there. -Can't wait!
Doctor, doctor.
Where are those papers? There they are.
You're smug, aren't you? You think you've got it over me. You haven't.
You think I'm afraid to tell about Spenalzo because of Hoskins. Well, I'm not!
The moment I get Spenalzo....
The moment the doctor signs, I don't care who knows about Hoskins.
And you better feel the same way about Spenalzo. Yes, Spenalzo!
-Where are you going? -To the doctor's. Where do you....
When I come back, I expect to find you gone. Wait for me!
We'll wait for him.
Did he look guilty!
Well, Martha, I think we can start the services now.
We thought we heard you leave.
Perish the thought, dear aunties. That was just Mortimer.
And speaking of services...
...will you make us some coffee while we take Spenalzo down to the cellar?
No, Jonathan. You've got to take him with you!
There's a friend of Mortimer's downstairs waiting for him.
-A friend of Mortimer's? -Take his feet, Doctor.
Mr. Spenalzo and he will get along fine together.
They're both dead.
He must mean Mr. Hoskins.
Mr. Hoskins?
You know about what's down there?
Of course we do. And he's no friend of Mortimer's.
-He's one of our gentlemen. -Your gentlemen?
Yes. And we won't have any strangers buried in our cellar.
-But Mr. Hoskins-- -Mr. Hoskins is no stranger.
Besides, there's no room for Mr. Spenalzo.
The cellar's crowded already.
Crowded? With what?
There are 12 graves down there now.
Twelve graves.
That leaves very little room and we're going to need it.
You mean, you and Aunt Martha have murdered 12--
Murdered? Certainly not. It's one of our charities.
Why, what we've been doing is a mercy.
So you just take your Mr. Spenalzo out of here.
You've done all that...
...right here in this house and buried them in the cellar?
That's wonderful, Johnny!
We've been chased all over the world...
...and they stay right here in Brooklyn, and they do just as good as you do.
What?
You got 12, they got 12.
I've got 13.
-No, Johnny, 12. Don't brag. -Thirteen.
There's Mr. Spenalzo. Then the first one in London.
Two in Johannesburg, one in Sydney, one in Melbourne...
...two in San Francisco, one in Phoenix, Arizona.
Phoenix?
-The filling station. -Filling....
Three in Chicago and one in South Bend.
That makes 13.
You cannot count the one in South Bend. He died of pneumonia.
He wouldn't have died of pneumonia if I hadn't shot him.
You cannot count him.
You got 12, they got 12.
The old ladies is just as good as you are.
They are, are they?
Well, that's easily taken care of.
All I need is one more.
That's all. Just one more.
And I've a pretty good idea who it is.
I'm a lucky man to have caught you at home, Dr. Gilchrist.
This is most irregular.
I'm sorry to have dragged you out of bed, but only you can help me.
I know Teddy blows bugles, but I can't commit a man just on that.
If you'd talk with him...
...I'm sure you'd be convinced. Here's the house l--
-There goes Hoskins. -Who?
What? Did I say....
-You better wait. -Here?
I'll bring Teddy out.
I wouldn't want to alarm the old ladies, seeing a doctor.
-You wait here. -ln the cemetery?
It's Halloween.
The pixies won't be out till after midnight.
Make yourself comfortable. Pull up a tombstone. I'll be right back.
-Hey, $22.50! -What?
$22.50!
Oh, yes, looks good on you!
Not the suit, the meter!
"Looks good on me." $22.50.
-Did you give him a 21-gun salute? -Yes, with a Maxim silencer.
Five more bucks and you'll own it.
No, thanks. It wouldn't fit me.
-Mr. President, may I present-- -Dr. Livingstone!
-Livingstone? -That's what he presumes.
The doctor would like to have a few words with you.
Certainly. Welcome to Washington.
Arlington is beautiful at this time of year, is it not?
Yes, indeed.
Well now, that's that.
It gives me a chance to rest.
So far, so good.
Not so good.
Do you or do you not love me?
How can you say such a thing? Darling, of course I love you.
-Do you? -Yes, darling.
Then why have you been treating me the way you have?
Darling, I love you so much, I can't go through with our marriage.
Have you suddenly gone crazy?
I don't think so, but it's only a matter of time.
Darling, would you want to have children with three heads?
You wouldn't want to set up housekeeping in a padded cell.
-What are you talking about? -Well, I don't quite know.
I probably should have told you this before, but you see...
...well, insanity runs in my family.
It practically gallops.
Just because Teddy's strange, that doesn't mean--
No, darling. It's way back before Teddy.
This goes back to the first Brewster who came over on the Mayflower.
You know how in those days the lndians used to scalp the settlers?
He used to scalp the lndians.
Darling, that's ancient history.
Doctor, I'll run for a third term, but I won't be elected.
That'll mean the last of the Roosevelts in the White House.
-That's what you think. -Of course, if the country insists....
Darling, all this doesn't prove a thing.
Look at your aunts. They're Brewsters, aren't they?
They're the sweetest, sanest people I've ever known.
Well, even they have their peculiarities.
What of it? So your family's crazy. So you're crazy.
That's the way I love you.
I'm crazy too, but kiss me.
No, no. I....
Goodbye, Ambassador. I've enjoyed this little talk very much.
Anytime you're in Washington, drop in to see me at the White House.
-Those papers. -Go away. Papers!
-I'll commit him to any place. -You will?
I've just been appointed Ambassador to Bolivia!
You see? Didn't I tell you?
Don't worry about that. Just go on signing the papers.
Thank you.
All right! We'll find out whose house this is!
I'm warning you, you better stop it.
There's no use doing what you're doing. It'll just have to be undone.
Aunt Abby, go to bed!
It's a terrible thing to do to bury a good Methodist with a foreigner.
Where have you been?
Getting some papers signed. Is Teddy in his room?
What is the matter with you?
Running around getting papers signed at a time like this.
Martha and I are going for the police.
Police!
Wait!
-You can't go for the police. -Oh, no?
You know what Jonathan's doing?
He's putting Mr. Hoskins and Mr. Spenalzo in together.
All right, let him.
This is all fixed up nice now.
Nice and smooth like a lake.
The President will be very proud of his Panama Canal.
Bed feels good already.
You know, we didn't get any sleep for 48 hours.
You're forgetting, Doctor.
If Jonathan and Mr. Spenalzo aren't out this house before morning...
...we're going for the police.
I'll get them out, I promise!
-Then you get the wedding silver. -Remember, no police! No police!
Look, go to bed, will you?
Get out of those clothes! You look like a double blackout.
My brother, Mortimer.
I just heard him upstairs.
No! I am tired.
You forget, I got to operate on your face tomorrow.
You are going to operate tomorrow, Doctor.
But tonight we are taking care of Mortimer.
But Johnny, not tonight! I'm sleepy.
We'll do it tomorrow. Or the next day.
Look at me, Doctor.
You can see that it's got to be done, can't you?
Yeah, I know that look.
It's a little late to dissolve our partnership.
Okay, Johnny. Okay, we'll do it.
But the quick way, huh? The quick twist like in London.
No, Doctor. I think this calls for something special.
I think, perhaps, the Melbourne method.
Not the Melbourne method, please!
Two hours!
And then when it was all over, what?
The fellow in London was just as dead as the fellow in Melbourne.
Don't do that, Mr. President.
But I cannot sign anything without consulting my Cabinet.
This must be secret.
A secret proclamation? How unusual.
Yes, it's the only way we can outsmart the other fellow.
-Who's the other fellow? -That's the secret.
Oh, I see!
Very clever.
A secret proclamation has to be signed in secret.
-Of course, Mr. President. -I'll put on my signing clothes.
You already have them on, Mr. President.
So I have. Wait here.
Hey, Mr. Brewster.
What is it, mice?
-You get out of this house. -Can't you see I'm busy?
Thank you, Mr. President.
What a load off my mind. Boy, could I use a drink!
-Get out of here, will you, please? -What? Speak up. I can't hear you.
Johnny's in a bad mood. Get out!
-Stop underplaying. I can't hear you. -Please listen to me. Get out.
Stop all this! What are you doing? Look, Doc-- Are you really a doctor?
Yes, Heidelberg, 1919.
Heidelberg? How'd you hook up with Jonathan?
I tell you later about that, but you go now. Please listen to me.
Stop it, Doctor!
You get out of here! Look, when Johnny's in that mood...
...he's a madman. He's a maniac!
And then things happen. Horrible things.
-Get out of here! -Will you stop it?
Stop telling me about Jonathan, I'll take care of him.
You take care of yourself. Get going, little fellow.
-What's that? Wait. -My schnapps.
-I could use that. -That's mine.
Please. Only for dramatic critics.
You beat it before things start popping around here.
But, look, Mr. Brewster, please.
You've just been married.
You have a nice little wife waiting for you. Please go now.
Please.
Don't those plays you see all the time teach you anything?
Don't get me on the subject of plays! I've got to wait for Mr. Witherspoon.
At least people in plays act like they got sense.
Did anybody in a play ever act like they got intelligence?
-How can somebody be so stupid? -You ought to have my job.
When you get out of prison, have yourself wheeled to the Garrick Theater.
There's a play that's so bad, it'll still be running when you get out.
There's a man.... Now listen to this.
He knows he's in the house with murderers and should know he's in danger.
He's even been warned to get out. And does he go?
No, he doesn't. He stays!
This fellow doesn't even have sense to be scared or to be on his guard.
The murderer even invites him to sit down.
-What do you think he does? -I don't know.
He sits down!
He deliberately pulls up a chair and he sits down in it.
Isn't that great?
So there he is, all waiting to be trussed up and gagged.
What do you think they tied him up with? The curtain cord.
Curtain cord?
But didn't he see him get it?
No. The silly chump sits down with his back toward the murderer.
All he has to do is look around, but does he? No!
See, brother Heidelberg, in a play or even in a movie...
...a fellow never sees or hears anything. That's right.
But what does he do?
The big chump sits there. This fellow's supposed to be bright.
Now get a load of this. Look at the attitude.
Large as life! He sits there waiting to be tied up and gagged.
The big dope!
You were right about that fellow. He wasn't very bright.
Yes, Mortimer.
I've been away for 20 years.
But never, my dear brother, were you out of my mind.
In Melbourne one night, I dreamt of you.
The more you struggle the more you strangle yourself.
Later on, you may consider that a blessing.
Now, Doctor...
...we go to work.
Johnny, for me, the quick way. Please.
-This must be an artistic achievement. -Please.
After all, we're performing before a very distinguished critic.
Please!
All right. Let's get it over with.
But I cannot see this without the drink.
Pull yourself together.
But I can't pull myself together without a drink.
You remember when we came in, there was some wine.
And then they took it. Where did they put it?
I found some wine.
Here, I'll split it with you.
We both have a drink before we operate.
I am so happy that we don't have to operate without a drink.
One moment, please.
Where are your manners?
Yes, Mortimer.
I realize now that it was you who brought me back to Brooklyn.
We drink to you.
To my dear, dead brother.
That idiot!
-He goes next. That's all. He goes next! -Not Teddy! Please!
-We'll get to him later. -You won't at all!
We have to work fast. The quick way.
The quick way, yes!
If it has to be, then the quick way. I'll help you.
The colonel has to quit blowing that horn.
It's all right. We're taking the bugle away from him.
I'd better talk to him myself. Where's the lights?
You stood me up!
I've been waiting for you for over an hour at Kelly's.
-What happened to him? -Nothing.
He was explaining a play he saw and that's what happened to a man in the play.
I see.
Did that really happen in a play you saw?
How do you like that? You can't trust nobody.
They practically stole that from my play.
In the second act, just-- Maybe I'd better start at the beginning.
Yeah, sure.
You've got to hear the plot!
My mother's making up. Like a flash, out of a clear sky...
...the door opens and a man with a mustache comes in.
He says, "Miss Peaches La Tour, will you marry me?"
That's the first scene. My mother doesn't say they're married. That's the surprise!
What a kick!
Twenty-five years pass. Well, in the meantime, there's me.
Growing into a magnificent specimen. So what do I do?
I join the police force and become one of New York's finest.
I'm cleaning out a crooked laundry, see? Little do I know it...
...but a dope fiend with a knife is after me.
I'm in great danger.
It's getting you, ain't it? I can see it in your eyes.
You ain't heard nothing yet.
All of a sudden, a fire breaks out. What an effect!
Firemen rush in and who's leading them?
Mayor Fiorello La Guardia!
What's the matter with him?
-Probably your play put him to sleep. -What?
-I personally like it very much. -It's probably over his head.
-Where have I seen that face before? -No, please.
The scene changes. It's an evolving stage.
I'm walking along my beat, casual-like...
...when a guy that I'm following, it turns out he's following me!
Don't let nobody in. I figures I'll outsmart him.
-There's a vacant house on the corner. -Johnny, the cops!
I sees the door handle turn, so I pulls out my gun...
...braces myself against the wall and I says:
"Come in! "
Hello, boys.
-What the Sam Hill's going on? -Sarge, this is Mortimer Brewster.
-He's going to help me write my play. -Do you have to tie him up?
Report in. Why didn't you ring in? The whole force is out looking for you.
Right in the middle of the second act. Did they send you here?
No, we came to warn the old ladies.
-The colonel blew that bugle again. -I heard him.
The neighbors are phoning in. The Lieutenant's on the warpath.
He says we've got to put him away someplace.
Now, who the heck is this?
Mr. Brewster's brother. My play put him to sleep.
That's the one that ran away. So he came back.
Brophy. Get me Mac.
Have you got yourself in a mess! You're two hours overdue at the station.
I better let them know that I found you.
It wasn't that bad, was it?
Tell the Lieutenant he can call off the big manhunt. We found him.
At the Brewster house.
Shall we bring him in?
All right, we'll hold him right here.
The Lieutenant is on his way over.
So I've been turned in?
All right, you've got me.
I suppose you and my stool-pigeon brother will split the reward.
Yes, reward!
Now I'll do some turning in!
Wait a minute, Mr. Brewster.
You think my aunts are sweet, charming old ladies, don't you?
Well, there's 13 bodies buried in the cellar!
Yes, 13.
Be careful what you say. Your aunts are friends of ours.
-I'll show them to you. -Don't make trouble for them!
Never mind, Mr. Brewster. Leave him to me.
-Come down to the cellar. -Wait a minute.
Thirteen bodies. I'll show you where they're buried.
-Go to the cellar with him. -Yes, come to the cellar.
Well, look, do I have to?
Maybe I don't want to go down to the cellar.
Go on down the cellar with him!
Now, please. I'll tell you the rest of my play later.
-Go on down the cellar with him. -Do I have to?
Look at that puss. He looks like Boris Karloff.
Don't! Sarge!
Look out, Pat!
-Look out! -He's got a gun.
I got him, Pat. Look out!
Fight. Go on and fight.
That's enough, that's enough. Everybody off.
Pat, look out!
Amazing.
Such a fine day, too.
All I did was cross the bridge and I was in Brooklyn. Amazing.
Don't bother me now.
You could use this in the third act.
I got something better. Let me tell you--
I'll see you later.
The papers are all signed. What do I care?
Go ahead, fight.
I'd better call and see if Witherspoon has left.
Telephone.
I'll get every one of you!
I hate cops. I'll brain the first one that comes near me!
A little higher, brother. Thank you very much. That's fine.
Don't do that, please.
Get him, Pat.
That won't have any effect. I've tried it before--
It did. Isn't that amazing?
Oh, dear. Wish I could relax like that.
-Witherspoon. -Come in.
What has occurred?
Never mind! Didn't I tell you I'd handle this?
Well, Lieutenant!
-We were just acting in self-defense. -What happened? He put up a fight?
This isn't the one who blows the bugle.
-This is his brother who tried to kill O'Hara. -All I said was he looked like Boris Karloff.
Boris.... Turn him over.
Kind of think he's wanted somewhere.
You "kind of think he's wanted somewhere"?
If you guys can't look at the circulars we put up...
...you can at least read short detective stories.
Certainly, he's wanted. In lndiana!
He escaped from the prison for criminally insane. He's a lifer.
That's my brother.
That's the way they described him. "He looked like Karloff."
Why'd you knock him out?
He tried to get us to go to the cellar. He says 13 bodies are there.
Thirteen bodies in the cellar...
...and that don't tip you off the guy's from a nuthouse?
Thanks, pal.
About my not ringing in, I want to--
Where have you been all night? Don't tell me.
I was right here writing a play with Mortimer Brewster.
You're going to have a long time on that play.
You're suspended.
Now go on. Report in.
Bring him to and find out where his accomplice is.
The guy who helped him escape. He's wanted, too.
Here.
I've been after these guys for 48 hours. Nothing to eat. No sleep.
No wonder Brooklyn's in the shape it's in.
With flatheads like you on the force. Falling for a story like that!
Thirteen bodies buried in the cellar.
But there are 13 bodies in the cellar!
-Who are you? -I'm President Roosevelt.
-What the blazes is this? -He's the one that blows the bugle.
Howdy, Colonel.
Colonel, you've blown your last bugle. Get this guy out of here.
Dear me! Another yellow-fever victim?
All the bodies in the cellar are yellow-fever victims.
No, Colonel. This is a spy. We caught him at the White House.
Take him out and bring him to. I want to question him.
-Questioning of spies is my department. -Hey, you, keep out of that.
You're forgetting that as President I am also head of the Secret Service.
Who are you?
What's your name?
Usually, I'm Mortimer Brewster. But I'm not myself today.
You're his brother. Look, no argument. He's got to be put away.
No arguments, Captain. No arguments. Just a minute, take it easy. Read this.
Teddy's going to go to Happy Dale tonight.
-I'm waiting for Mr. Witherspoon. -As long as he's going someplace.
He's scaring the neighbors with that bugle.
And that cockeyed story about 13 bodies being--
I've been without sleep for 48 hours. I'm liable to think anything.
I know just how you feel.
There's people dumb enough to believe that.
Last year there was a crazy guy, started a murder rumor.
I had to dig up a half acre plot before I could prove--
-What's this? -What's the matter?
-These papers aren't any good. -Why not?
He signed it Theodore Roosevelt!
-ls your taxi engaged? -Losing dough every minute. Any offers?
I'm Mr. Witherspoon of Happy Dale Sanitarium, I have come to get a Brewster.
I would like you to drive us back to the sanitarium.
I knew this would end up in a nuthouse!
We like to think of it as a rest home.
Mr. Brewster?
Mr. Witherspoon is here.
Supposing the spy steals this document and finds the name Roosevelt on it.
Think what that would mean to the safety of the nation!
-No, it's chicanery. -What is this? Come on!
-He's come to. He's ready to talk. -Hold him till I get there.
Let me explain. The name Brewster is code for Roosevelt.
-Code for Roosevelt? -Take the name Brewster.
Take away the "B" and what have you got?
-Rooster. -And what does a rooster do?
-Crows. -lt crows! Where do you hunt in Africa?
-On the veldt! -There you are! "Crowsveldt."
Ingenious! My compliments to the boys in the code department.
That's all right! Do that again for me.
Never mind! Give me that pen.
This is fun.
Now, all I got to get is Witherspoon.
I'm so glad to see you.
You will take good care of Teddy?
-Best of care of him. -That's fine.
And no wagon when he leaves.
Why? To take him away? Never, never.
Taxicabs. We always.... I have one waiting now.
It means a great deal to me.
You will personally see that Teddy's happy at Happy Dale?
-He'll be very happy at Happy Dale. -That's good.
You know, I sometimes envy some of our patients, secretly.
You do? It must be a nice place. I've never been there.
You never can tell.
This is a particularly happy moment for me tonight.
-I've never met a dramatic critic before. -The woods are full of them.
I have here something that will explain what we're trying to do.
-A pamphlet about Happy Dale? -No, it's a play.
Something I've been working on.
It's a dramatization of many incidents that have happened at Happy Dale.
Captain! Captain!
I want you to read this carefully. I want you to be just as harsh as you like.
I shan't mind, you know--
Captain, this is Mr. Witherspoon.
He'll be very happy at Happy Dale.
-Come, my boy. -What is this?
No, you got it wrong. This is Captain Rooney.
The police?
I'm sure! Here are the papers, all signed. Now you can take him away.
I'll be in my office vetoing some bills.
Mr. President, I have good news for you.
Your term of office is over.
-ls this March 4? -Practically.
Let's see....
Now I go on my hunting trip to Africa!
Well, I must get started immediately.
Is he trying to move into the White House before I've moved out?
Who, Mr. President?
Taft!
No, this isn't Mr. Taft. It's Mr. Witherspoon, your guide to Africa.
Bully! Bully!
Wait right here. I'll bring down my equipment.
Happy man.
Goodbye, Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha.
I'm on my way to Africa. Isn't it wonderful?
Charge!
It's all right, I've got it.
Oh, dear.
And Happy Dale is full of staircases.
You've come to meet Teddy, haven't you?
No, he's come to take him. Teddy's been blowing his bugle again.
No, he can't go now! We won't permit it.
We promise to take his bugle away from him.
-We won't be separated from Teddy. -I'm sorry.
How can you allow this? You promised.
Brewster's got nothing to do with this. The law is the law!
Teddy's committed himself and he's got to go.
-lf he's going, we're going, too! -Yes, you'll have to take us with him.
Why not? Why not, indeed?
It's sweet of them, but impossible. We never take sane people at Happy Dale.
These little sane people will get lost in the shuffle. You could arrange that.
Just put them in and they'll get all mixed up.
Too dangerous. Dissension, jealousy.
Now, let's be sensible, ladies.
Here I am wasting my time when I could be doing some serious work.
There are still murders to be solved in Brooklyn.
It ain't only his bugle blowing. Things are going to get worse.
We're liable to have to dig up your cellar.
Our cellar?
Teddy's been telling around there's 13 bodies buried in the cellar.
There are 13 bodies in our cellar.
What?
Yes. You just ask our nephew, Mortimer.
Charge!
Isn't that amazing?
You behave yourself.
You know very well there are 13 bodies down in our cellar.
Certainly there's 13 bodies in the cellar.
And there are hundreds more up in the attic, Captain!
-What is this? -You mustn't mind Mortimer.
-How about it? -I'll be right there.
He's been a little strange all day.
Right now I wouldn't know what is and what ain't strange anymore.
-I'll look in that cellar. -I'll tell you what we'll do.
I'll bring my bodies from the attic and you get yours from the cellar...
...and we'll get them all together, and we'll send them to Happy Dale.
No, you wouldn't have to dig. The graves are all marked.
-We put flowers on them every Sunday. -Flowers?
Sure, I put neon lights on mine.
Humor them, humor them.
Smile.
There's one down there, a Mr. Spenalzo...
Hasn't got it yet.
...who doesn't belong here and has to leave.
-But the other 12 are our gentlemen. -Your gentlemen?
You'd like mine better. None of mine are gentlemen.
-You mustn't mind him at all. -He got married today.
"There is a Happy Dale far, far away
"There is a Happy"
He got it. It's amazing.
Don't you think you can find room for the ladies?
Just the ladies?
Just the ladies!
-How about it? -They'd have to be committed.
Teddy committed himself. Couldn't they?
-All they have to do is sign the papers. -Certainly.
If we can go with Teddy, we'll sign the papers.
Where are they?
I have them, ladies, right here.
Sign them up, will you? I want this all cleaned up.
I'm going out to talk to that spy. Maybe I can understand him.
Thirteen bodies in the cellar.
Ladies, if you'll sign right here.
-Here? -Yes, please.
It's on the right-hand side there.
I'm really looking forward to going.
The neighborhood here has changed so.
Yes. Especially since they won that old pennant thing.
Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. We've overlooked something.
It's absolutely compulsory that we have the signature of a physician.
A doctor.
Dr. Einstein! Come here and sign some papers, please.
-Good night. -Come here, Dr. Einstein.
-A doctor? -Yes.
Dr. Einstein almost operated on me earlier. Come along, Doctor.
Now, here. Just sign right here, please, Doctor.
-Were you leaving, Doctor? -Yes, please.
Aren't you going to wait for Jonathan?
I don't think we go to the same place.
Hello, Mac. We picked up that guy that's wanted in lndiana.
His accomplice's description is on the circular, on the desk.
Read it to me, will you?
About 40.
Five-foot-three.
One hundred and forty pounds.
Pop eyes.
Talks with a German accent.
Poses as a doctor.
Okay, Mac. Thanks.
It's all right. The doctor has completed the signatures.
That's great!
Thanks, Doc. You've done Brooklyn a great service.
But Dr. Einstein!
-Now, Mr. Witherspoon-- -You're Witherspoon, I'm Brewster.
It's contagious, yes. It's your turn.
-Don't play games-- -You sign.
You sign as next of kin.
Why didn't you say so? I'm all confused. Don't mind me.
Mr. Witherport.
-Spoon. -Here.
Come up and pack my duffel.
Duffel?
Pack his duffel. He's President, you know?
And bring along my bugle.
President.
Don't charge!
We're really very worried about something.
Now, darling, don't be worried.
-Me too, Mortimer. -Well, of course, darling.
You'll both be very happy at Happy Dale.
We're very happy about the whole thing, but that's just it.
We don't want anything to go wrong.
Will they investigate those signatures?
-They won't look up Dr. Einstein-- -But it's not his signature, dear.
-It's yours. -Mine?
You see, you signed as next of kin.
-What's wrong about that, darling? -Martha, you tell him.
Well, dear.
-What, dear? -You're not really a Brewster.
-What? -Your mother came to us as a cook.
And you were born about three months afterwards.
And she was such a sweet woman and such a good cook...
...we didn't want to lose her. So brother married her.
Your real father was a cook, too.
He was a chef on a tramp steamer.
You mean I'm not really a Brewster?
-Darling! -Don't feel so badly about it.
I'm sure it won't make any difference to Elaine.
Where are you? Can you hear me? I'm not really a Brewster!
I'm the son of a sea cook!
It's true! I saw them. It's true.
It's true! There are 13 bodies down there!
But I saw them--
What's all this screaming about?
-But I saw them-- -It's way past her bedtime.
Quiet!
-But, Mortimer-- -Goodbye!
-'Bye. -Goodbye, darling!
-What is all this? -They're going on their honeymoon.
They're off to a flying start.
I really did see--
You'll own two cabs!
I mean the meter!
Oh, Mortimer.
We're going to Niagara Falls. Call me a cab, dear.
Yes, love.
But, Mr. Brewster!
I'm not a Brewster. I'm a son of a sea cook.
Charge!
I'm not a cabdriver. I'm a coffeepot!
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