Mystery of the Wax Museum

- Fire insurance.

- Yes, insurance. That's our way out.

You know that a fire in this place

will give us 10,000?

A fire?

Is this your idea of humor, my friend?

I want the money back

that I've thrown into this rubbish heap.

You're asking to burn these people?

- You are asking to destroy all--

- I'm not asking you.

- I'm telling you.

- You think I'll permit this?

You've got to permit it.

Whose fault is it

if people don't come here?

Yours. All this artistic nonsense.

The museum at Walston Lane

does well enough.

And why? Because they have

Jack the Ripper, Burke and Hare...

the Mad Butcher...

the Demon Barber of Fleet Street,

things that people pay to see!

And they are welcome to them.

To perpetuate such scoundrels

is to celebrate their crimes.

What do think I'm in this for?

A match. A cigar stub, even...

and you and I have 10,000

to divide between us.

You are insane.

No, I'm not insane. Not at all.

Let me show you

how easily it can be done.

Wait, you!

Anything new, Doc?

Nothing we didn't tell you this afternoon.

The coroner confirmed our opinion.

It was suicide.

Gee, that'll make a swell story. Come on.

Hello, is that you, Tim?

I'm sorry, but I've got to have that tonight.

I've got to have it.

No, I tell you, I need it right away.

Who's on the gate down there?

Joe? Then you can get it out, all right.

I'll send a truck right down there.

The harness bull's okay.

I straightened it out this afternoon.

New Year's Eve ain't what it used to be.

This is only the second one tonight.

Times sure are tough.

What happened to this one?

Husband slapped her full of lumps.

Said she talked too much.

What's that?

Embalming fluid. It makes them jump.

Ain't that just like a woman?

Always has to have the last word.

As I live and breath

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