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That's a good one.

- I wish I had one like that.

- You would, eh?

- Who's next?

- I'm next.

- No, I...

- No, I am next.

How about me? How about me?

Where are you taking that figure?

- To the melting pot.

- Melting pot?

Yes, 50 francs of wax in that thing.

And no doubt you'd take 75 for it.

Would you?

What's the idea?

- Did you ever hear of Galatea?

- Galla who?

- Not wanting a statue of him, are you?

- I don't want a statue of Galatea.

You see, she was a statue herself.

Pygmalion formed her,

out of marble, not wax.

And

then,

she came to life in his arms.

Start the motor, Henry.

There's queer people on the streets

of Montmartre at this time of night.

Here, 100 francs,

if you'll deliver the statue to my house.

It's a go, Dr. Gogol.

First thing in the morning.

You see, monsieur, 20 francs extra

for the dog in the van.

Of course, monsieur, the guard.

You will keep my confidence?

Well, if my silence

is worth 20 francs to you, buy it.

I'm hungry.

- Who is that man?

- Rollo, the murderer.

Rollo. You read the case, monsieur?

The American threw knives in a circus.

Stuck one in his father's back

because of a woman.

He was convicted last week.

His autograph.

I have here autographs

of a hundred famous persons

and not a single murderer.

May I use your pen, monsieur? Thank you.

- Pardon me.

- Come on in, fat boy.

- Monsieur Rollo?

- Yeah.

- Don't you stick your nose in here.

- Yes. You might get it pinched.

Give a guy a break.

You boys won't gab with me.

- I followed your case in the papers.

- Yeah? For once I got top billing.

Boy, I bet it burned

those guys in the circus.

How did you happen to become

such a great expert at knife-throwing?

Practice. Learned to toss

a penknife when I was six.

Run away with the circus at 10,

and made my living with a knife.

- May I have your autograph?

- Sure. Give me.

Say, you can't talk about her like that.

I loved that dame,

even if she did two-time me.

The pen.

Well, old hands can still do their stuff, eh?

What do you want here?

- Well, this happens to be my pen.

- Well, take it and get out.

- What about that call for Dr. Gogol?

- They're still trying to get him.

Here's the American journalist

you sent for.

Hiya, kid.

- Hello, Chief.

- Monsieur Reagan.

You are the gentleman

who's going to cover this execution?

Yeah. I wish they'd cover it

so I can't see it.

You know, I got a weak stomach.

This Rollo is an American.

Yes. That's why it will make

a good story for our paper.

The fact is, we are anxious to avoid

undue sensationalism

- in the American papers.

- I know what you mean.

- I'll use a soft pencil.

- Thank you.

And if, as you say,

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