The Man Who Wouldn't Die Page #3

This is Roger, my husband.

I'm awfully glad to meet you, Mr. Wolff.

Kay was telling me-

- All right, Dunning. We'll pick it up later.

- Very good, sir.

- Mr. Blake, may I welcome you?

- Oh.

- Roger, this is my mother.

- Your mother?

You look more like sisters.

- Thanks. I'm Kay's stepmother.

- So you're Blake?

Yes, sir.

Of the Westchester Blakes.

All right.

How much do you want?

- Dudley.

- You got it all figured out, haven't you, Pop?

- Don't call me "Pop. "

- Okay, Pops, but would it surprise you...

if I were to tell you that I don't want a cent

of your hard-chiseled dough.

And the sooner you get that into your head,

the happier our little family circle's gonna be.

Remember, Dad?

I told you Roger was different.

- Mr. Blake, I understand

you're with the government.

- Oh, yes. That's right. Yeah.

- What department?

Uh, uh- Oh, I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

That's a military secret.

Yes, well, I don't like anybody

who works for the government.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Pops.

I mean, Dad.

You know, there's an awful lot

of nice people in Washington.

Matter of fact, I might be able to put in

a good word for you in that investigation.

- Why, you-

- Come on, darling. I'll show you our room.

- Room? I thought we'd arranged-

- I forgot to tell you...

that Roger and I have decided

we don't want to go to South America.

No. We thought it'd be

much more comfy if we spent...

the first couple of weeks

of our honeymoon right here.

- And give you both a chance to get better acquainted.

- That's right.

Well, it's been awfully

nice to meet you, Mr. Wolff.

Yes, sir. You and I are gonna get along fine.

I can see that right now.

You'll excuse us,

won't you, Mrs. Wolff?

You know, you've really been

a great surprise to me.

You're not halfr as bad

as people said you were. I mean it.

Well, see you later, Pop.

Mike, you were wonderful. You're the first man

I've ever seen really stand up to Dad.

Now don't build me up

too much, kid.

- It's liable to cost you an extra hundred.

- It'll be worth it.

- I don't know. He's a tough old cookie.

- Don't be so hard on him.

- He's really very sweet.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, so is arsenic.

I understand it tastes just like sugar.

I've taken care

of Mr. Blake's wardrobe, miss.

- Oh, thank you, Phillip-

- Oh, be careful of that suitcase, Phillips.

- That's been in the family for years.

- I can well believe it, sir.

No sense of humor.

Well, look what I married into.

This is quite a playpen

you got here.

Hey, where'd you get

the oversized army cot?

Big enough to hold a rodeo in.

Which side do I sleep on?

Right in that guest room,

Mr. Shayne.

It's a fine thing. A brand-new bride

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