Mystery of the Wax Museum Page #2

and wear spats, the prince.

You've been doing experiments

with Scotch and soda again?

Where did you get that news item?

From a little bird?

Have a pleasant vacation?

Charming. More delightful people crippled.

That's fine.

Consider yourself crippled financially.

See if you can jar your friends loose

for enough to eat.

Meaning what?

You're a sure bet

to place in the bread line.

There's no room on this rag

for the purely ornamental.

You're easy on the eyes

and pretty conceited about it.

Is mama's dumpling getting tough?

I'm through clowning, Florence.

You're all washed up. Get out!

What do you mean? It's New Year's!

We still get out a newspaper.

Ever thought of that?

- ls it my fault if nothing happens?

- What do you mean, nothing happens?

Look down there!

Out of that insane mob,

you say nothing happens?

There's a story

in every person down there.

Do I circulate among them and say

"Would you tell me the story of your life?"

Getting newspaper stories

is none of our business.

You're through. Get out.

Go on, get out.

You're fired unless you bring a story

for the next edition!

Even if it's only

a new recipe for spaghetti!

I thought I told you to keep out of here.

I won't bother you, but I'm all in.

My nerves are all shot.

Your nerves aren't the only things

that'll be shot.

You've been smoking again.

Give him a bag.

Thanks.

Come on.

And understand this...

you get nothing

until you show me something.

The next time you talk

out of turn you'll have bad luck.

- Understand?

- Thanks.

Happy New Year!

Hey, Miss Dempsey.

Wonder how they'll settle the heavyweight

argument while you're around.

Hello, sweetheart. How's your sex life?

So you're in again.

Hey, Jim, call out the riot squad.

- How's every little old thing?

- Fine.

You're the first reporter here in two hours.

- You people been seeing the old year out?

- I'm people which the old year saw out.

- I'm fired.

- No kidding.

I gotta make news if I have to bite a dog.

Hey, Kelly.

Oh, my gosh, even he walked out on me.

I've got a story for you.

You know the Joan Gale girl?

She committed suicide yesterday.

I read about it last year.

Yeah? Maybe she didn't commit suicide.

- She may have been murdered.

- No kidding? Any suspects?

- You know George Winton?

- Old Howard Winton's cub?

- That's him.

- They don't suspect him?

Don't they?

He's down at the Tombs right now.

- lf you're stringing me, old timer....

- Why should l?

- They were sweeties till last month.

- What does that prove?

Nothing. Only she may have tried

to blackmail him.

You know, such things have happened.

Anyway, he was in her apartment

a few hours before she was found dead.

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