The Brass Bottle Page #2
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- 1964
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Yay. Solomon is Suleyman
and Suleyman is Solomon.
Um, let's go talk
to Seymour, shall we?
He's a big King Solomon fan.
Nay, what I have to relate
is for thy ears alone.
Know, oh, young man
that I had a kinswoman
of such surpassing beauty
that King Suleyman
took her as wife 1001.
And it came to pass
that a certain Jarjarees,
son of Rejmoos,
informed the king
that she was my beloved
and not my kinswoman.
Well, that was a pretty
dirty trick.
The great Suleyman,
on whom be peace,
was angered and commanded
that I be imprisoned
in that bottle
and cast into the sea,
there to abide the day of doom.
If I were to serve thee
a thousand years,
for my deliverance.
Operator,
get me the police instantly.
I don't know if he's violent.
Get here before I find out.
All right, I'll stall him.
But send the nearest
patrol car in a hurry.
You'll find the key
is wrapped in a handkerchief
on the front walk. Hurry.
Wondrous changes have taken
place in the centuries
I have been imprisoned.
Most remarkable.
And what manner
of creature abide
in these diminutive edifices?
Those are models of homes.
I'm an architect.
Ah, a useful calling.
Perhaps thou has heard
of a friend of mine,
Mubarak, Son of Asnam?
He designed tombs
in the land of Egypt.
Triangular ones.
But no, that was centuries ago.
Ah. And this is thy
honored name,
Harold Ventimore?
- Yes.
- Son of?
My mother and father.
Truly thou must be an architect
of remarkable repute.
No, I'm afraid not.
So far,
I haven't been able to land
Client?
What is this client of which
thou speakest?
Oh, anybody who wants
a house built,
or an office building,
or even a gas station.
- Gas station?
- Uh-hmm.
and oil.
Oil?
For lighting or anointing?
For automobiles. And don't ask
what an automobile is.
You're going to be riding
in one in one minute.
Up here, officers.
Right in here.
Where is he?
Where'd he go?
He was here. The window.
Even Tarzan
couldn't get out this way.
Out or in.
Mr. Ventimore,
when you left for Paris
six years ago,
we threw a big wing-ding down
at the precinct.
We figured au revoir,
he's the problem
of the gendarmes now.
Why did you have to come back?
I swear to you,
there was a lunatic
in this room.
There still is.
I don't know how he got out.
For that matter,
I don't even know how he got in.
All I know is that
when I opened my eyes,
there he was.
What do you mean
when you opened your eyes?
Well, I had this slight
accident.
I-- I bumped my head.
All right, Joe,
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