House of Wax Page #2

You intrigue me, Professor.

I believe we'd get along together.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- And I'm grateful to you...

- It's all right.

Thank you for your visit

and your encouragement.

I'll see you in three months.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Mr. Wallace is a great art critic, darling.

You heard what he said.

Does he make you happy?

Of course you'd say that.

But I don't care about success.

The world will acknowledge your beauty.

And you, my friends...

Cleopatra, Mark Antony,

Lincoln, Joan of Arc, all of you.

How would it suit you to be famous again?

I know it'll please you,

you conceited devil.

It was like you to get yourself shot down

in a burning barn.

Couldn't do it

without a spotlight, could you?

Do you really hear what they say?

Of course.

A man has to be a little nuts

to be a good showman.

The sooner I'm out of it, the better.

You'll be out soon, Matthew.

Mr. Wallace returns from Egypt

in three months.

He'll be ready to talk business then.

- I heard him. That's no good for me.

- But, surely...

I want to buy something. It'll pay off

in a big way and three months is too late.

What guarantee do I have

that he won't go cold on the deal?

- Sorry. It's the best I could do.

- I can do better.

How would you like

to split $25,000 with me?

And you call me crazy?

You ever thought of what would happen

if we had a fire here?

In the cellar, there are six barrels of wax.

Wax is paraffin based.

It's highly inflammable.

This place would go up like a paint factory.

Burn? Burn all my people?

- Do you think I'm a murderer?

- Stop dreaming.

These dummies are insured for $25,000.

That's $12,500 for each of us.

You'd have money to begin again.

I'd rather die myself

than see my friends destroyed.

I won't let you do it,

and I'll kill you if you try.

Don't be stupid.

All you have to do is to strike a match

and the thing is done.

Yes, my friend was a genius.

A great artist.

Only I could understand him.

We were like that, Cathy. Just like that.

- Couldn't they ever find him after the fire?

- Not a sign of him.

The place burned like a paint factory.

Like a volcano.

He was such an impractical fellow.

But I still loved him.

Had I been there, I might have saved him.

You might have gotten burned yourself.

Yes. Such is life.

No matter how much we lose,

we must still go on living.

Was there any insurance

on the Wax Museum?

Yes. I had a little difficulty about that.

According to the partnership agreement...

the money was to go

to the survivor of the others.

The insurance company

insists upon proof of my partner's death.

They always want a corpse.

But they settled finally.

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