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Mrs. Alsop's out!
Mrs. Alsop's out!
- Did you turn off the gas?|- What gas?
- Which is her room?|- Er, this one.
We must move her.|Where's the landlady?
- Not home.|- Where's your room?
Two floors up.
Take her shoulders,|I'll take her feet.
Come on, Miss.
Pick up my bag.
Sorry,|you'll have to do that yourself.
So do I.
- Shall I call an ambulance?|- No time.
Here it is.
I need 2 quarts of warm water|and some towels.
Towels, coming up.
You found this bottle|clutched in her hand?
Certainly did, from your dispensary.
I see.|How long have you known this girl?
About five minutes.
She's out of danger.
Meanwhile, let her rest quietly.
If she's thirsty|give her orange juice.
And tomorrow,|if she has an appetite
Now, if you'll be at my dispensary|in ten minutes
I'll have a prescription for you.
- For me?|- No. For her, of course.
Where am I?
so I broke in the door,|called a doctor,
Why didn't you let me die?
What's your hurry?
Are you in pain?
That's all that matters.|The rest is fantasy.
and you want to wipe it out.
Wipe out the miracle|of all existence.
What can the stars do?
Nothing...|but sit on their axis!
And the sun,
Wasting all its natural resources.
Can the sun think? Is it conscious?
No, but you are!
Pardon me, my mistake.
Here you are, and there you go!
Look at that. Look at me door!
House breaking, that's what it is!
I knew she was no good.
That quiet type.
Still waters that run deep|usually stink!
That's funny,|she hasn't taken a thing.
And she won't, either.
Smashing in a door!
Nice festivities|going on behind my back!
Well, she's out now|and she'll stay out!
Mr. Calvero! Oh Mr. Calvero!
Is that you, Mr. Calvero?
Just a moment!
Hold it, hold it!
You dropped these.
And here's your oranges.
So this is|how she spends her evenings.
You take your hands off me!
What's she doing in your room?
The opposite of what you think.
I'd like to know|who smashed in the door downstairs.
- I did.|- You did!
You have a leaking gas pipe.
I have a what?
I mean that room|has a leaking gas pipe.
- Who is she anyway?|- You ought to know by now.
That's what they all say.|Why are you so interested?
The girl tried to kill herself.
Took poison, turned on the gas.|I came home just in time.
I'll call the police|and get an ambulance.
It'll be in all the papers.|You don't want that.
My good woman, I don't want her!|Let her go back to her room.
I should say not.|Besides, it's rented.
You can't throw her into the street!
She's not going back|to her own room.
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