I'll knock your block off, you big stiff! You're a bum!
Strike! You're out!
Elmer, here it is.
-I knew you'd find it. -Boy, I could sure use a drink.
I wonder if any big shots are getting married today?
Looks like the same suckers get married every day.
Come on.
Hey, the guy with the cheaters.
Now what's he hiding from?
-Hey, isn't that Mortimer Brewster? -Mortimer Brewster, the dramatic critic?
No, it's not him. But what a scoop it'd be!
The guy who wrote The Bachelor's Bible finally getting hooked himself.
No, it's too good to be true.
Come on, let's snap the mayor in his new fire helmet and go home.
Say, let's stick around, see who the guy is.
Two-by-two they come and go, hip-hip-hiyay.
Good morning, children. Your name, please?
- Elaine Harper. - Speak a little louder.
Elaine Harper.
Er, thank you. Yours?
- Mortimer Brewster. - How's that?
Mortimer Brewster.
Speak up, sonny. There's nothing to be afraid of.
No, no, no. Just...
Look, I...
Look, I want to keep this undercover.
Love her? Of course you love her. You're gonna marry her, ain't ya?
No, you don't understand. Come here. Come here.
You see, I don't want this to get out for a while.
I'm Mortimer Brewster.
Uh, you're who?
Mortimer Brew...
That's him!
Now, Mr. Brewster!
Mr. Brewster!
Now, look, don't you...
Goodbye, dear.
Don't you understand? How can I marry you?
Me, the symbol of bachelorhood!
I've sneered at every love scene and every play.
I've written four million words against marriage!
Not only hooked, but to a minister's daughter,
and not only a minister's daughter, but a girl from Brooklyn.
Now look at you. Look at the way you look!
What is that infernal contraption you've got there?
Well, that's a pin I borrowed from your aunt's.
You know what they say, Mortimer, something borrowed and something...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that bromide. Something borrowed and something blue.
Old, new.
Rice and old shoes. Carry you over the threshold.
Niagara Falls. All that silly tripe I've made fun of for years.
Is this what I've come to?
I can't go through with it. I won't marry you and that's that.
-Yes, Mortimer. -What do you mean, Yes, Mortimer?
Aren't you insulted? Aren't you going to cry?
Aren't you going to make a scene?
-No, Mortimer. -No. And don't, No, Mortimer me, either!
Don't you see, marriage is a superstition!
It's... It's old-fashioned. It's... I... I...
Oh.
Come.
O'Hara, don't be a jerk. You don't seem to realize
I'm turning over to you the nicest, best beat in Brooklyn.
Now look at that old church. And them old houses.
Did George Washington ever do any sleeping around here?
Of course he did. Why, this whole neighborhood just stinks with atmosphere.
-And look at that old house there. -The original owners still living there?
Now, don't crack wise about the Brewster sisters.
They're two of the dearest, sweetest old ladies that ever walked the Earth.
They're out of this world.
They're like, uh... They're like pressed rose leaves.
Pressed rose leaves?
Hey, the old girls must be kind of hard up, huh?
Oh, no. Their old man left them fixed for life.
And don't you call them the girls, either.
Brophy, is Lieutenant around?
If they're so well-heeled, what are they renting rooms for?
They don't rent rooms. But you can bet if anybody came around looking for a room,
they wouldn't go away without a good meal
and probably a couple of bucks in their pocket.
That's just their way of digging up people to do good to.
Oh, Reverend Harper, I do hope you don't disapprove of Mortimer
just because he's a dramatic critic
and takes your daughter to the theater every night.
Well, it's not so much that I disapprove of his being a critic
but no man, no man with this published attitude on marriage
should take any man's daughter anyplace... At any time.
I must be catching cold.
No, dear. It was Reverend Harper who sneezed. Bless you.
We mustn't be angry with Mortimer.
He's so very much in love with her.
And Sister Martha and I are so happy about it.
He used to come to see us only occasionally, and now,
now he's in Brooklyn six nights a week!
Remember now, watch your language.
Well, Sergeant, you know I'm not a swearing man.
You'd be surprised what they'd consider swearing.
Oh, will you excuse me?
No, no, Teddy, dear. Thank you. I'll go.
-Oh! Come right in, Mr. Brophy. -Miss Abby, we came for the toys.
-Oh, yes. -Now, this is Officer O'Hara.
He's taking over my beat.
- How do you do, miss? - Well, welcome
- to our neighborhood, Mr. O'Hara. - Thank you.
Gentlemen, what news have you brought me?
Colonel, we have nothing to report.
Oh, no, absolutely nothing to report.
Splendid!
Thank you, gentlemen. At ease.
Er, you know the Reverend Dr. Harper from the church next door?
-No. -Sure. Hello, Reverend.
Uh, this is Officer O'Hara, the new man on the beat.
How do you do, sir? It's nice to meet you.
Uh, the toys are on the chair up here, by the library door.
Oh. Uh, Teddy, will you run upstairs
and bring down your army and navy from Aunt Martha's room.
They're all packed.
That's splendid work you men do, fixing up discarded toys for the kids at camp.
Charge!
Oh, it gives us something to do while we're sitting around at the station.
You get tired of playing cards.
-Oh, so these are the toys? -How's Mrs. Brophy?
Oh, she's better, thank you. But a little weak, still.
Well, I'm going to get some beef broth for you to take to her.
Oh, Miss Abby, please don't bother. You've done so much already.
Oh, stop the nonsense! I won't be a minute.
Gentlemen, if I know what pure kindness and absolute generosity are
it's because I've known the Brewster sisters.
Now, Teddy, you promised me you wouldn't do that anymore.
But I have to call a cabinet meeting to get the release of those supplies.
Now don't do that again. Do you hear me?
He used to do that in the middle of the night
and the neighbors raised Cain with me. They're a little afraid of him anyway.
Look, Sergeant, I promised you I wouldn't swear, but what the heck...
What's going on here anyway?
-Oh, he's quite harmless. -He thinks he's Teddy Roosevelt.
So what? There's a lot of worse guys he could think he was.
Yeah?
That's right.
I'll make a note of that. He's a very interesting character.
Isn't it a shame, Father...
Isn't it a shame, Reverend,
that a nice family like this should be hatching a cuckoo?
Oh! Well, now, isn't this nice!
-Good afternoon, Miss Brewster. -How do you do, Mr. Brophy?
-Good afternoon, Miss Brewster. -Reverend Harper, how do you do?
Miss Martha, this is Officer O'Hara. He's taking over my duties.
How do you do, ma'am?
- Well, I'm very glad to know you! - Thank you.
- Oh! - Martha, you're back.
Here's the broth for Mrs. Brophy. Be sure it's good and hot.
You bet I will, and thank you very much.
The army and navy are ready for action.
Oh, Colonel, this is grand. It'll make a lot of kids happy.
What's this? The Oregon?
Oh, Teddy, dear, put it back.
- But the Oregon goes to Australia. - Now, Teddy...
No, it goes to Australia.
- These are lovely. Thank you very much. - Oh, not at all.
-The children will be going crazy. -Ah, now, don't mention it.
Well, so long, Colonel.
Hey, Sarge.
Huh? Oh, yes.
Dismissed!
- Well, goodbye and thank you. - Goodbye!
- Don't mention it. - Bye.
Careful of the step there now with the toys.
Good night.
Young man, let that be a lesson to you.
Goodbye!
Well...
- Well, I must be going. - Charge!
Charge the blockhouse!
Blockhouse?
Oh, the stairs are always San Juan Hill.
- Oh... I see. - Bless you!
Have you tried to persuade him he wasn't Teddy Roosevelt?
-Oh, no! -Oh, he's so happy being Teddy Roosevelt.
Oh, do you remember, Martha?
Once, a long time ago, we thought if he'd be George Washington
it might be a change for him, and we suggested it.
And do you know what happened?
He just stayed under his bed for days and wouldn't be anybody.
Well, if he's happy, and what's more important, you're happy...
Oh, our only worry for Teddy is after we're gone.
Yes, indeed. That is quite a problem.
But Mortimer's made all the arrangements for Teddy
to go to Happy Dale Sanitarium after we pass on.
-Splendid idea! A very pleasant place. -Yes.
Dear, sweet Reverend Harper.
You know, Martha, I really do believe he's beginning to see the light.
I'm sure we needn't worry about him.
He won't interfere with our plans for Mortimer and Elaine.
-Oh, did you just have tea? -Yes.
And dinner's going to be late, too.
So, why?
Teddy!
Oh, Teddy, good news for you.
You're going to Panama and dig another lock for the canal.
Delighted!
That's bully! Just bully!
I shall prepare at once for the journey.
Charge!
Abby! While I was out?
Yes, dear. I just couldn't wait for you.
I didn't know when you'd be back, and Reverend Harper was coming.
-Oh, but all by yourself. -Oh, I got along fine.
-I'll run right downstairs and see. -No, no, dear.
There wasn't time. And I was all alone.
- Well? - Martha...
Just look in the window seat.
-Oh, it's Elaine! -Hello, darlings!
-But, Elaine! -What did she mean?
-You don't suppose they've gone and... -Oh.
Elaine!
Oh, let's go.
-Listen, buddy. -What?
This old cab has seen osculation, but...
You ain't seen anything yet.
-You're going to drive us to the station. -You better take her hat.
-Oh, thanks. -Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
And her brooch.
Oh, if you find her hairpins, you can keep 'em.
-Hold on to that, will you? -Yeah.
There they are.
Here's your hat.
Just throw it. I don't like that look in your eyes.
Why, what's the matter with it?
Father preached a sermon about it only last Sunday.
He did? He did. What did he say? What did he say?
-He was against it. -Oh, but that was only Sunday.
Please! For heaven's sake.
But Mortimer, right out here in the open, with everyone looking?
Yes, right out here in the open, with everyone looking. Mmm-hmm.
Let everyone in Brooklyn over 16 look. Mmm!
But Mortimer, you're going to love me for my mind, too?
One thing at a time.
Oh, there's that look again!
There's that look again, Mortimer! You better get used to that look.
You're gonna see it often. It goes just before this. Mmm.
Oh, you know what we're doing, darling? We're wasting time.
Look, I'll go tell my aunts and you tell your old...
No, you better not tell your father just yet.
You'll run that cold of his into a pneumonia.
Oh, I can handle Father. He's a dear.
Look, uh, why don't we wire him from Niagara Falls?
Niagara Falls?
So that's why you stopped at your office.
Yes, certainly! We're going to go the whole hog.
Niagara Falls! Everybody ought to go to Niagara Falls.
You should've seen my secretary's face when I made the reservation.
We've a drawing room on the train, the bridal suite in the hotel,
and tomorrow morning we go over the falls in a barrel.
Oh, Mortimer!
Go on, darling, hurry and pack.
I don't have to. I started packing the day after I met you.
Uh-uh-uh. There, you see. You see?
Uh-huh, that's what I mean. That's what I hate about women.
I wonder what Mary's doing now?
Go on, darling, the train leaves in an hour, and hurry.
It'll be a few minutes before I'm ready.
-Father may want to pray over me a little. -All right. Whistle when you're ready.
-Oh, Elaine? -Yeah.
And when you whistle, open the front door fast.
If you see a tall, dark streak of light going shh, it's me.
What? Now?
No, not now!
Look surprised when he tells us.
Aunt Abby! Aunt Martha!
Now hold on to your bustles.
We're married. Elaine and I are married.
Oh, darling, how wonderful!
Oh, Martha, isn't it wonderful? They're married!
Yeah, don't pretend to be so surprised either, you two old frauds.
-Can I use the telephone, darling? -Yes, of course.
Oh, isn't it too, too wonderful?
And to think that it happened right here in this room!
Oh, now, here, here, here, now.
Hello? Hello, Benson's Florists? This is Mortimer Brewster.
Did you send those roses to Mrs. Brewster at the parsonage?
You did? Good.
Now send four dozen more to drawing room A, Canadian Limited,
Grand Central Station.
Yes, now, and hurry them. Oh, and throw in a flock of orange blossoms.
Oh! But before you go, we can have our celebration.
I'll open a bottle of wine and we'll sing.
And we'll invite a few of the neighbors in.
And, of course, a wedding cake!
Oh, darling, you won't have time to bake a cake.
We're going to Niagara Falls. I've got a taxi waiting.
Oh, but, it's all ready. It's been ready since...
Yes, I bet it's been ready since the first day I met Elaine.
What is this? Did everybody in Brooklyn know I was gonna get married except me?
Oh, we knew you'd find out about it in time.
Come here.
I've got the two nicest aunts in the world.
Of course, you've got the nicest nephew in the world, too.
Oh.
Well, I'll run along and get everything ready.
Oh, dear. I do hope the Reverend isn't too angry.
You know how your books upset him.
Well, I'm going to burn all my books.
I'm gonna let the Reverend Harper light the first match.
-Oh. -Oh. Mmm.
By the way, did I leave some notes here for my new book?
You mean Mind Over Matrimony?
Yeah, shh. Where are they?
-Well, I hid them someplace... -Come along. Come along.
Now you behave.
Let's find them before Elaine sees them.
Hello, Mortimer.
-How are you, Mr. President? -Bully, thank you. Just bully.
What news have you brought me?
Just this, Mr. President, the country's squarely behind you.
Yes, I know. Isn't it wonderful?
Well, goodbye. I'm off to Panama.
Goodbye, Mr. President.
A new lock for the canal, you know.
Oh, tell the news to Mother
Oh, dear.
Did you find those notes? What's the matter?
There's a baby picture of your brother Jonathan.
You ought to put that in the fire with my books. My, my, what a face!
I remember now. He used to scare grownups with it.
Just the thought of Jonathan frightens me.
Do you remember how he used to cut worms in two with his teeth?
Jonathan? Oh, he's probably in prison or hanged or something by now.
I saw a play last week, had a character in it reminded me of Jonathan.
-No, really? -Yeah.
Oh, a honey of a lunatic. One of those whodunits called Murder Will Out.
-Oh, dear! -Yeah, what a play.
When the curtain goes up, the first thing you see is a dead body.
The next thing is...
Hey, mister.
-Happy bridegroom! -Congratulations, darling!
No, here... Now.
Never mind that now, Aunt Abby.
Now, listen, darlings.
Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha,
you know how we've always planned to send Teddy to that sanitarium, Happy Dale?
-Oh, yes, dear. That's after we're gone. -Yes, very well.
Yes, we talked with Reverend Harper about it.
No, no, Teddy's got to go to Happy Dale now. At once!
Now he's gone in the cellar, get him up here right away.
Well, there's no such hurry as that.
No, when Teddy's working on the canal, you can't get his mind on anything else.
Well, look, darlings...
Look, I'm frightfully sorry, but I've got an awful shock for you.
Teddy's killed a man, darlings!
Oh. Nonsense.
But there's a body in the window seat!
Yes, dear. We know.
-You know? -Of course!
Yes, but it has nothing to do with Teddy.
Now, Mortimer. You just forget about it.
Forget you ever saw the gentleman.
Forget?
We never dreamed you'd peek.
What the...
Who... Who is he?
He's a Mr. Hoskins. Adam Hoskins.
That's really all I know about him, except that he's a Methodist.
Oh, he's a Methodist? Oh, isn't that nice.
That's all you know? Well, what's he doing here?
-What happened to him? -He died.
Yeah... Look, Aunt Martha, men just don't get into window seats and die!
We know, dear. He died first.
Yeah... Hold... Wait a minute. Stop all this.
Now look, darling, how did he die?
Oh, Mortimer, don't be so inquisitive.
The gentleman died because he drank some wine with poison in it.
Well, how did the poison get in the wine?
Well, we put it in wine because it's less noticeable.
When it's in tea, it has a distinct odor.
You mean you...
You put it in the wine?
Yes. And I put Mr. Hoskins in the window seat
because Reverend Harper was coming.
Oh!
Oh, look at me, darling.
You mean, you knew what you'd done
and you didn't want the Reverend Harper to see the body?
Well, not at tea. That wouldn't have been very nice.
Oh. It's first-degree!
Now, Mortimer, you know all about it and just forget about it.
I do think that Martha and I have the right to our own little secrets.
Oh, Abby, while I was out I dropped in on Mrs. Schultz. She's much better.
But she would like us to take Junior to the movies again.
Well, we must do that, tomorrow or next day.
Yes, but this time we'll go where we want to go.
Junior's not going to drag me into another one of those scary pictures.
No, they ought not to be allowed to make such pictures just to frighten people.
Hang on a second.
Operator?
Can you hear my voice?
You can?
Are you sure?
Then I must be here.
Oh.
Is it... Here.
Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha. Uh...
Oh, the dears. Isn't Halloween a wonderful time for them?
Yes, it is. They have so much fun.
Now, Mortimer, don't be so impatient.
-We'll let you lick the bowl up after. -Lick the bowl?
I don't want to lick the bowl! I want to know what we're going to do!
Well, we're going to celebrate, dear.
Celebrate? Look, Aunt Martha, there's a body in the window seat!
Yes, dear. Mr. Hoskins.
Oh, I know what his name is. I just want to know what we're going to do.
Can't turn you over to the police.
Well, for pity's sake, stop worrying about it.
We told you to forget about the whole thing.
Forget? Look, my dear aunt Martha,
can't I make you realize that something has to be done?
Oh, now, Mortimer, you behave.
You're too old to be flying off the handle like this.
-But... But Mr. Hodgekiss... -Hoskins, dear.
Well, whatever his name is, he's dead and you can't leave him in there!
Well, we don't intend to, dear.
No, Teddy's down in the cellar now, digging the lock.
Teddy...
Oh. You mean, you're going to bury Mr. Hodgekiss in the cellar?
Oh, yes, dear. That's what we did with the others.
The...
Look, here, Aunt Martha. You can't...
- Others? - The other gentlemen.
Oh!
When you say others, do you mean others?
- More than one others? - Oh, yes, dear.
Let me see now. This is 11, isn't it, Abby?
Oh, no, dear. This makes 12.
Oh, Abby, dear, I think you're wrong. This one is only 11.
No, dear, because I remember when Mr. Hoskins first came in
it occurred to me that he'd make just an even dozen.
But, Abby, dear, I really don't think you should count the first one.
Oh, I was counting the first one, and that makes it 12.
It does?
Well, she's probably right. Abby usually is.
I get them mixed up sometimes.
Makes it 12.12.
Hello?
Oh.
Well! Whatever is the matter with Mortimer today?
Why, Abby, what do you think happened to him?
Hello?
Oh.
Not now. Not now. For heaven's sake, keep your shirt on!
Oh, isn't that... Oh, Elaine, I didn't mean... I...
Now, now, let's see. Where were we?
Twelve. 12!
-Yes, dear. -Oh, there you are.
Abby thinks that we should count the first one.
Never mind about that. Now just sit down.
Now tell me, who was the first one?
Mr. Midgely. He was a Baptist.
He was such a lonely, old gentleman, Mr. Midgely was.
All his kith and kin were dead.
We felt so sorry for him.
And then, when his heart attack came,
and he sat there dead in that chair,
looking so peaceful... Remember, Martha?
We made up our minds, then and there,
that if we could help other lonely old men
to find that same peace,
we would.
Oh, why, you poor...
You mean, he dropped dead right in this chair?
Oh.
And then, you see, Teddy came up from digging in Panama,
and he thought Mr. Midgely was a yellow-fever victim!
And that meant that he had to be buried immediately.
-So? -So, we all took him down to Panama
and put him in the lock and gave him a decent Christian burial.
-Oh. -There. Now you see?
That's why we told you not to bother about it,
because we know exactly what's to be done.
Wait a minute!
Come here, darling. What about the others?
All 12 of them just didn't walk in here and drop dead.
Oh, no, dear. Of course not!
Well, so, so, so?
- Mortimer. - What?
Do you remember those jars of poison that had been on the shelves
in Grandfather's laboratory all these years?
You know your Aunt Martha's knack for mixing things!
You've eaten enough of her piccalilli.
Well, dear, for a gallon of elderberry wine,
I take one teaspoonful of arsenic,
then add half a teaspoonful of strychnine,
and then just a pinch of cyanide.
Mmm, should have quite a kick.
Yes!
As a matter of fact, one of our gentlemen found time to say,
How delicious!
He did? Well, wasn't that nice of him?
Abby, we mustn't be standing here gossiping all night.
Why, we must get that cake frosted.
No, no, darling, don't worry about the cake. I couldn't eat a thing.
Oh, you newlyweds! A sip of wine will give you an appetite.
Yeah, that'd be nice, darling, a sip of... A sip of wine!
Wine! Oh.
I'm beginning to think the cat's in on this.
Huh. Oh, he's wonderful. Happy as a lark. Singing away, digging locks.
Got him working the yellow- fever victims. Oh, it's the end.
Oh, I can see the headlines now.
Murder Incorporated Rides Again, right across the front page.
Let me see...
Teddy! Of course. Everybody knows he's crazy.
Let me see. Who can I call up? Dewey, La Guardia, Winchell?
No, Winchell's no good.
Old Judge Cullman!
I wonder if I got his number.
Tickets? What am I doing with tickets?
Information.
Hello? Information?
Get me the number of Judge Cullman on North Shore Road, Brooklyn.
Yeah, would he call me back?
Oh, wouldn't it be marvelous if he wasn't there?
Hey, you!
I thought you were, pshh! Tall, dark streak of light.
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here? Didn't you hear me whistle?
Whistle? Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, I heard you whistle.
-Hey, how do I look? -Oh, you look fine. You look fine.
Now run on home. I'll call you up tomorrow.
-Tomorrow? -Yeah.
You know I always call you up every day or two.
You and your gags!
Hey, where's your hat? Come on, the bag's in the taxi.
-Huh? Bags, taxi, what? -Yeah, come on!
Oh, oh, Elaine, I'm so sorry, but something happened.
What'd you do, lose your nerve?
Hey, where's that look I was going to see so often?
Look? Look?
Oh! No, no, no, stop. Don't whistle in my ear, please. It's unnerving.
Oh, Mortimer, what is wrong? Look at your hair.
Oh, my goodness, what color is it? Quick, has it turned?
Oh, darling, what's the matter, huh?
-What happened? -Oh! Oh, Elaine.
Those flowers are so beautiful.
Oh, if I could only tell you, Elaine. Oh, you smell so nice now.
Oh, oh, you better go home!
But, darling, we were married today!
Well, all right, go home, go to bed, get some rest!
Rest?
Hello. Hello. Who? Oh, Judge Cullman?
Oh, oh, this is Mortimer Brewster.
Look, Judge, I'll tell you why I called you. It's about Teddy.
I've got to come over and see you right away.
Well, I'm afraid it won't wait until tomorrow, Judge.
Yes, you see, it's very, very important.
We've got to do something about Teddy immediately.
Well, it's practically a matter of life and... Elaine!
Will you get out of here?
Mortimer, what in the world is going on around here?
I wanna know where I stand!
-Oh, anywhere, but don't stand there! -But, darling, Niagara Falls!
-It does? Well, let it! -Now wait a minute! Listen.
You can't marry me one minute and throw me out of the house the next.
Of course, darling, I'm not throwing you out of the house!
I'm not throwing you out of the house. Will you get out of here?
Mortimer!
Uh, I'm sorry, Judge. But a thing happened.
Look, Judge, about Teddy, you see, he's...
- Mortimer! - Oh, dear.
You see, Judge, it's his bugle blowing.
Yes, the neighbors have been complaining
and the police are all set to throw him into a state institution.
How do you like that?
-I read an ad here about a room to rent. -Oh, shut up!
Well, I thought if you could sign the papers,
and I can get Teddy to commit himself, we can get him into Happy Dale.
Yes, it's a wonderful place, Judge.
You will?
Fine! I'll be... I'll be right over as soon as I've made another call.
Doorbell's ringing, dear.
Oh, how do you do? Come in.
I understand you've got a room to rent.
Yes! Do step in.
-Are you the lady of the house? -Yes, I'm Miss Brewster.
Hello, operator? Give me long distance, please.
And this is my sister. Another Miss Brewster.
-My name's Gibbs. -Well, do sit down.
I'm sorry, we're just setting the table for dinner.
Now, this would be a nice comfortable chair.
Oh, hello, long distance?
I want the Happy Dale Sanitarium, Happy Dale, New York.
Is Brooklyn your home?
Haven't got a home. Live in a hotel, don't like it.
Uh, are your family Brooklyn people?
- Hello? What, operator? - Haven't got any family.
All alone in the world?
- Yep. - But... No, no.
- Well, Martha... - No, Happy Dale! Yes.
Well, you've come to just the right house.
- Do sit down. - Dale.
D like in dig, you know when you dig a lock?
That's right. Yeah, A like in arsenic. Got that?
Is there always this much noise?
Oh, he doesn't live with us.
I can see the headlines now. Oh, please.
Hello?
I'd really like to see the room. I don't think I'll like it.
The room's upstairs.
Won't you try a glass of our wine before we start up?
-Never touch it. -Oh. Er...
Well, we... We make this ourselves. It's elderberry wine.
Elderberry?
I haven't tasted elderberry wine since I was a boy.
- Thank you. - Oh! Operator!
Look, I don't want the Happy Dale Laundry! I want the Happy Dale Sanitarium!
Sanitarium! Sanitarium! Sanitarium! Yes, like a broken record!
-Have your own elderberry bushes? -Er, no, but the cemetery's full of them.
Oh, well, skoal.
Hello, operator! Look, operator, what's taking you so long?
It's only across the river! I could swim it faster!
Yes!
Hello! Hello... What...
What, they're busy?
Busy?
Look, they're busy and you're dizzy!
No, I'm not drunk, madam, but you've given me an idea!
Mortimer! Uh-uh-uh-uh.
Darling, don't uh-uh-uh-uh. I'm nervous. No, no, don't do that.
Mortimer, not that.
No!
Get out of here! Do you want to be poisoned,
do you want to be murdered, do you want to be killed? Do you?
Oh!
They're nuts!
You're telling me!
Look, you can't do things like that!
Oh, dear.
Now I don't know how I can explain this to you...
But it's not only against the law, it's wrong.
Oh, piffle!
It's not a nice thing to do.
People wouldn't understand. He wouldn't understand.
What I mean is... Well...
This is developing into a very bad habit!
Oh. Just...
Hello, who? Oh, Happy Dale Sanitarium?
Oh, that's amazing, operator. Yes.
Happy Dale? Uh, let me talk to Mr. Witherspoon, please.
Mr. Witherspoon speaking.
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Brewster? How are you?
Uh, uh, well, Mr. Witherspoon, do you... Oh, I'm fine, thanks. How are you?
Mr. Witherspoon, do you remember that conversation we had
about committing my brother Teddy to Happy Dale?
You do? Well, we want to commit him there immediately.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear. Oh, that's too bad.
Well, I'd hoped we wouldn't have him for some time yet.
Well, you see, Mr. Brewster, we have several Theodore Roosevelts at the moment,
and it would lead to trouble. Oh, trouble.
Oh. Well, now, if he thought that...
Well, Mr. Brewster, we're a bit short of Napoleons at present.
Bonaparte. And, uh, if...
Oh? Oh, I see. Of course.
Well, er, if your mind is made up. Yes.
Yes. Have you had the papers drawn up?
No, but I'm going to do that right now. I'll call you as soon as I have them.
Thank you, Mr... What?
Oh, all right. Thank you, Mr. Witherspoon.
Another Roosevelt. Oh, dear, dear.
Now listen, darlings, I've got to run over to Judge Cullman's,
but before I go I want you to promise me something.
Well, we'd have to know what it was first.
Well, I love you both very much.
And you know I'd do anything in the world for you, don't you?
-Yes, dear. -All right.
Then I want you to do one little thing for me, like good girls.
What do you want us to do?
Don't do anything. I mean, don't do anything!
Don't let anyone in the house and leave Mr. Whosit right where he is...
Oh, get off that thing.
I can't talk to you like this... I can't concentrate.
Oh, now, look, darlings,
I wouldn't want anything in the world to happen to either of you.
Well, what on Earth could happen to us?
Well, darling...
Anyway, you'll do that little thing for me, won't you?
All right, now, where's my hat? Oh, there it is.
-But, Mortimer. -What, darling, what?
We were planning to hold services before dinner.
Well, look, sweet, couldn't that wait until I get back?
Oh! Then you could join us in the hymns!
Yes, darling, I could join you in the hymn.
I'll sing with you, I'll dance with you, I'll do anything.
But... Now, remember, don't let anybody in the house until I get back.
-You promise? -Yes.
Good.
- Mortimer! - What, huh?
Oh, stop uh-uh-uh-uh-ing. What is it?
Mr. Hoskins' hat!
Oh!
-Do you still want me to wait for you? -Yes! Call me a cab!
Yeah, okay. Hey, cab!
-Get me a cab. -Oh, yeah, there you are.
Don't open that, I'll sit with you!
Yeah, that's right. I can go faster that way. Sure.
Wait a minute! What am I doing? Hey.
Come here!
Getting nice Mr. Hoskins' hat all mussed up.
-A shame! Such a nice hat. -Yes.
You know, Abby, Mortimer didn't seem to be quite himself today.
No. Oh, well.
Er, what were you saying about Mortimer?
Oh, I think I understand why he seemed so upset.
Why?
He's just been married.
I believe that always makes a man a little nervous.
Oh, yes. The poor dears.
Well, I'm so happy for Elaine.
Oh, Abby.
If Mortimer's coming back for the services for Mr. Hoskins,
we'll need another hymnal.
There's one up in my room.
Oh. I'll go, dear.
Abby.
We promised Mortimer we wouldn't let anyone come in.
Abby, it's two men, and I've never seen them before.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
- Let me look. - Yeah, you look.
-Do you recognize them? -No, they're strangers to me.
Well, we'll just have to pretend we're not at home.
Come in, Doctor.
This is the home of my youth.
As a boy, I couldn't wait to escape from this house.
Now I'm glad to escape back into it.
Yes, Johnny, it's a good hideout.
The family must still live here.
I hope there's a fatted calf awaiting the return of the prodigal.
A fatted calf?
Oh, Johnny, I'm so hungry.
Look, Johnny. Drink.
-As if we were expected. -Yes.
A good omen.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Aunt Abby. Aunt Martha.
It's Jonathan.
You... You get out of here!
I'm Jonathan, you know.
Your nephew, Jonathan.
Oh, no, you're not.
You're nothing like Jonathan, so don't pretend you are.
You just get out of here.
I see you're still wearing the lovely garnet ring
that Grandma Brewster bought in England.
And you, Aunt Martha, still the high collar
to hide the scar where Grandfather's acid burned you.
Why, his voice is like Jonathan's.
Have... Have you been in an accident?
My face.
Dr. Einstein is responsible for that.
He's a plastic surgeon.
But... But I've seen that face before.
Abby, do you remember when we took the little Schultz boy to the movies,
and I was so frightened?
It was that face.
Take it easy, Johnny. Take it easy.
Don't worry. The last five years, I give him three different faces.
I give him another one right away.
That last face. I saw that picture, too,
just before I operating. I was intoxicated.
You see, Doctor, what you've done to me?
-Even my own family think I'm... -Johnny, Johnny!
You are home in this lovely house.
You know...
How many times he tells me about...
About Brooklyn, about this house and about his aunts
he loves so much?
They know you, Johnny.
Please tell him so.
Well, Jonathan,
it's been a long time.
Bless you. It's good to be home again.
Well, Martha, we mustn't let what's on the stove boil over.
If you'll excuse us for a moment, Jonathan.
Unless you're in a hurry to go somewhere.
Well, Johnny, where do we go from here?
You know, Johnny, we got to think fast.
The police, they got pictures of that face.
I got to operate on you right away.
We got to find someplace.
We got to find someplace for Mr. Spenalzo, too.
Don't waste any worry on that rat.
But we got a hot stiff on our hands.
Forget Mr. Spenalzo.
But, Johnny, we can't leave a dead body in the rumble seat.
You shouldn't have killed him.
Just because he knows something about us, what happens?
That's it.
We come to him for help and he tries to shake us down.
Besides, he said I looked like Boris Karloff.
That's your work, Doctor.
You did that to me.
Now, please, Johnny, take it easy.
We'll find someplace and I'll fix you up right away, huh?
-Tonight. -Yes, tonight, but I have to eat first.
This time, I want the face of an absolute nonentity.
Yes, Johnny, I know exactly what I'm going to do.
You see, I'm going to take this piece here and lift it up...
Be careful about the stitches this time.
-I look like I'm maimed. -You leave that up to me.
I'll give you nice little ears and...
-You were careless last time. -And new stitches.
You understand? You were careless.
And on the eyes I'll do a Schmidt. That's my specialty.
-I take it together like this... -No, leave the eyes alone.
-Leave the nose alone. -You leave it...
Poor Teddy.
I imagine it's for the best.
Well, ours not to reason why, ours but to do...
Sign right here, please, Judge. Excuse me.
Right there.
Mmm-hmm. Sometimes I think, with the world in its present chaotic state...
Yes, I know, we'd all be better off at Happy Dale.
I sign here as next of kin, don't I?
Only last week I created a mild sensation
at the bar association when I said...
Goodbye. Good luck, Judge. Thank you.
Tell Martha and Abby I'll be over this week.
I've been feeling rather lonely.
No! No. Oh, no. Never tell them you've been lonely. Never!
- Why? I don't... - Judge, Judge.
Tell me, are you a drinking man?
Why, no. I never indulge.
Good! Well, then you'll live longer.
Of course, a little wine now and then...
Whoa! No! No. For heaven's sakes, no wine! No wine.
I may be committing the wrong Brewster.
Well, I... I'm sure you both want to get to wherever you're going.
My dear, sweet aunties, I'm so full of your delicious dinner,
-I'm unable to move a muscle. -Yes, it's nice here.
I found it! I found it!
Gentlemen, be seated.
Here it is, gentlemen. The story of my life, my biography.
Here's the picture I was telling you about.
General, here we are, both of us.
President Roosevelt and General Goethals at Culebra Cut.
That's me, General, and that's you.
My, how I've changed!
Well, you see, that picture hasn't been taken yet.
We haven't even started work on Culebra Cut.
We're still digging locks.
And now, General, we will both go to Panama and inspect the new lock.
No, Teddy. Not to Panama.
Maybe some other time, Mr. President. Panama is a long ways off.
-Nonsense! It's just down in the cellar. -The cellar?
Well, we let him dig the Panama Canal in the cellar.
-General Goethals? -Yes, sir.
As President of the United States, Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy,
and the man who gave you this job,
I demand that you accompany me on the inspection of the new lock.
Teddy, I think it's time for you to go to bed.
I beg your pardon. Who are you?
I'm Woodrow Wilson. Go to bed.
No, you're not Wilson. But your face is familiar.
Let me see... You're not anyone I know now.
Perhaps later, on my hunting trip to Africa.
Yes, you look like someone I might meet in the jungle.
I... I think perhaps you had better go to bed, Teddy.
He and his friend want to get back to their hotel.
General Goethals, inspect the canal.
All right, Mr. President, we go to Panama.
Bully, bully! Follow me, General.
-It's down south, you know. -Oh.
Well, bon voyage.
Aunt Abby, I must correct your misapprehension.
You talked of our hotel.
We have no hotel. We came here directly.
This is not your home, and I'm afraid you can't stay here.
Dr. Einstein and I need a place to sleep.
You remember that, as a boy, I could be disagreeable.
It would not be pleasant for any of us if...
I don't have to go into details, do I?
Perhaps we'd better let them stay here tonight.
Hey, Johnny. Johnny, come here. Quick.
Why, I forgot to tell you.
Dr. Einstein and I are turning Grandfather's laboratory
into an operating room. We expect to be very busy.
Hey, Johnny.
-Down here, what do you think I find? -What?
The Panama Canal!
And it just fits Mr. Spenalzo.
See the hole he's digging? Four feet wide, six feet long.
He just fits!
You'd think he knew we were bringing Mr. Spenalzo along.
That's hospitality, huh?
Rather a good joke on my aunts.
They're living in a house with a body buried in the cellar.
Hey, how do we get him in here?
Yes, we can't just walk Mr. Spenalzo in through the door.
We'll bring the car up between the cemetery and the house,
and after they've gone to bed,
we'll bring Mr. Spenalzo in through the window.
Bed. Johnny!
We're moving the car behind the house. You'd better get to bed.
The car is all right where it is until morning.
I don't want to leave it in the street. That might be against the law.
Abby, what are we going to do?
Well, we're not going to let them spend more than one night
in this house for one thing.
What would the neighbors think?
People coming in here with one face and going out with another.
And what are we going to do about Mr. Hoskins?
Oh, Mr. Hoskins!
It can't be very comfortable for him in there.
And he's been so patient, the poor dear.
Well, I think Teddy had better take Mr. Hoskins downstairs right away.
General Goethals was very pleased. He said the canal was just the right size.
Teddy. Teddy, there's been another yellow-fever victim.
Dear me! This will be a shock to the General.
No, Teddy, we must keep it a secret.
-Yes. -A state secret?
-Yes, a state secret. -Promise?
You have the word of the President of the United States.
Cross my heart and hope to die. Now, um, let's see.
How are we going to keep it a secret?
Well, Teddy, I think you'd better get back down into the cellar.
And then,
when I turn out the lights, when everything's dark here,
you come up and take the poor man down to the canal.
Now get along, Teddy.
And we'll come down later and hold services.
- Where is the poor devil? - In the window seat.
It seems to be spreading.
We've never had yellow fever there before.
Abby, I've never even seen Mr. Hoskins!
Oh, my goodness! That's right, you were out.
Well, you just come right along and see him now.
You know, he's really very nice looking, considering that he's a Methodist.
We're bringing the luggage through here.
Jonathan, your room is waiting for you. You can go right up.
I'm afraid we don't keep Brooklyn hours. You two run along to bed.
Oh, but you must be very tired. Both of you.
And we don't go to bed this early.
It's time I came home to take care of you.
Take the bags upstairs.
For the instruments, I'll come back later.
Good night.
Now, we'll all go to bed.
I'll, uh, wait until you're up and then turn out the lights.
Run along, Aunt Martha.
Just off the laboratory, Doctor.
-All right, Aunt Abby. -I'll be right up.
Now, Aunt Abby! Turn out the lights.
Aunt Abby.
He's all right, Johnny.
I'll open the window. You go round and hand him through.
But he's too heavy for me.
You go outside, Johnny, and push it, and I'll stay here and pull.
And then together we take him down to Panama, huh?
All right. We must be quick. I'll take a look around outside the house.
When I tap on the glass, you open the window.
Yeah.
It's dark in here.
Where am I?
Oh, here I am.
Who left this open?
Johnny?
Okay, Johnny, wait a minute. Hand him over.
Now I have him. Alley-up!
Now, wait a minute, Johnny. You lost a leg somewhere.
Help me. He's so heavy.
Now I have him. Now I got him.
-Be careful. -But his shoe came off.
Help me, Johnny. He's so heavy.
Now I've got him!
Hey, Johnny, somebody's at the door. Go open, quick.
I'll manage Spenalzo. Go, quick!
Mortimer!
Aunt Abby!
Aunt Martha!
Who is it?
Is that you, Teddy?
Who are you?
I'm Elaine Harper. I live next door.
What are you doing here?
I came here to see my husband, Mortimer.
Why did you say your name was Harper?
It is Harper. I mean, it's Brewster.
I'm not very used to it. I'm a brand-new Brewster.
Doctor!
It's all right, Johnny. It's okay.
Maybe you'd better explain what you're doing here.
We happen to live here.
You don't live here.
I'm in this house every day, and I've never seen you before.
Where are Miss Martha and Miss Abby? What have you done to them?
Perhaps we'd better introduce ourselves.
May I present Dr. Einstein?
Dr. Einstein?
A surgeon of great distinction.
And something of a magician.
Now, I suppose you're going to tell me you're Boris...
I am Jonathan Brewster.
Oh.
-You're Jonathan. -Oh, you've heard of me?
-Yes, they talk about you. -And what do they say about me?
Just that there's another brother named Jonathan, that's all they say.
Well, that explains everything.
Now that I know who you are,
I'll just be running along if you'll kindly unlock the door.
That explains everything. Just what do you mean by that?
Why do you come here at this time of night?
I just thought I saw Mortimer drive up. I suppose it was you.
You thought you saw someone drive up?
Yes. Weren't you just outside? Isn't that your car?
-You saw someone at the car? -Yes.
-What else did you see? -Just that, that's all!
I see. Is that why you came over here?
No, I came to see Mortimer. But if he's not home, I'll run along.
-You've given two names. -You're hurting me!
I think she's dangerous.
No visitors. It's going to be a private funeral.
Teddy, tell these men who I am!
Well, that's my daughter, Alice.
Oh, no, Teddy! Teddy!
Now, Alice, don't be a tomboy. Don't play rough with the gentlemen.
Charge!
Teddy!
Doctor, the cellar.
Let go of me!
What's the matter? What's happening down there?
What's the matter? What are you doing there?
We caught a burglar, a sneak thief. Go back to your room.
-We'll call the police. -I'll handle this. Go back to your room.
Do you hear me?
Don't answer that.
Don't answer that!
Miss Abby! Miss Martha!
-Mortimer! -Where's Teddy? Is he upstairs?
-Mortimer, where have you been? -Never mind that now, darling, please.
Darling, what are you doing with your best clothes on?
Mortimer!
Holy... What's that?
What's that thing there, darling? It looks like a cigar-store dummy.
It's your brother, Jonathan, and this is Dr. Einstein.
Look, dear, didn't I tell you not to let anybody in the house?
-Who did you say it was? -It's your brother, Jonathan!
-I've come back home, Mortimer. -What?
I've come back home, Mortimer.
Listen, it talks!
Yes, I talk.
Mortimer, have you forgotten the things I used to do to you,
when you were tied to the bedpost?
The needles under your fingernails.
-Mortimer, he... -Wait a minute.
Holy mackerel!
It is Jonathan!
I'm glad you remember, Mortimer.
Yeah, I remember.
How could I forget you?
Where'd you get that face? Hollywood?
Don't you two boys start quarreling again the minute you've seen each other.
We invited Jonathan and Dr. Einstein to stay.
-Oh. What? -Just for tonight.
Oh, no, you don't. I'm staying here tonight.
-In fact, I'm staying here from now on. -Mortimer, what about me?
So there's no room for anybody else in the house.
Please, darling, just a moment.
So take that little squirt and beat it!
Now, where's Teddy? I've got to see him right away.
Is he upstairs?
Mr. Brewster. We don't take up much room.
Johnny can sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep on the window seat.
Nothing to...
Window seat?
Certainly not on the window seat.
I'm going to sleep on the window seat.
I'm going to sleep on the window seat from now on.
Mortimer.
Now look. Now look, Jonathan.
Now, be a good fellow.
Here's $10. Go out and haunt yourself a hotel.
Mortimer, you know what I do to people who order me around.
Hey, Johnny.
Johnny. Mr. Spenalzo.
What?
What's going to happen to Mr. Spenalzo?
We can't leave him here in the window seat.
Johnny.
Doctor? You know, Doctor, I've completely lost track of Mr. Spenalzo.
Wait! Who's this Mr. Spenalzo?
A friend of ours Johnny was looking for.
Don't bring anyone else in here. Now, come on, beat it! Both of you.
It's all right, Johnny.
While we are packing, I'll tell you about him.
I'll take care of you, Mortimer, in just a little while.
How do you like that?
The guy stays away for 20 years
and picks tonight out of all nights to come back.
Oh, hello, Elaine, what are you doing here?
Mortimer!
What's the matter, darling? What is it?
-I almost got killed. -Killed?
Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha!
-Oh, no! -Oh, no, no! It was Jonathan!
He mistook her for a sneak thief.
- Oh, that. - Oh, it was worse than that.
He's some kind of a maniac.
- I know, dear. - Mortimer, I'm afraid of him.
Darling, don't worry about it. I'm here now. Forget it.
We were married today, we were going over Niagara Falls in a barrel,
your brother tries to strangle me, a taxi's waiting
and now you want to sleep on a window seat!
Window seat. Witherspoon.
-Darling, you'd better run along home. -What?
Yes, go on home like a good girl. I got things to do.
-Home? But... -Now, now, please, sweetie.
Hello, operator? Get me Happy Dale 270, please.
But, Mortimer, didn't you hear what I was just saying?
Your own brother, Jonathan, he was trying to strangle me!
-Please! This is important! -That?
Hello? Oh, hello, Mr. Witherspoon? This is Mortimer Brewster.
Yes, Mr. Brewster. Yes.
Well, I don't understand you.
He was going to kill me!
Wait a minute, darling, I can't hear the man.
Well, look. I've got the papers all drawn up.
I know it's late, but I want you to come down here
and get my brother immediately! It's got to be done.
Please, darling. Please.
By the way, you've had the papers signed by your brother and the doctor, of course?
Oh, the doctor?
Oh, holy mackerel! I forgot the doctor!
Mortimer!
Please, be quiet! Can't you see I've got to get a doctor?
Hello? What kind of a doctor? A family doctor?
You can take your honeymoon, your wedding ring,
your taxi, your window seat,
and put them in a barrel, and push them all over Niagara Falls!
Thank you, darling. Thank you.
Well, look. Why don't you come down here anyway?
While you're getting here,
I'll get Teddy's and the doctor's signatures, both.
Elaine! Elaine!
I'll get both signatures. Yeah, well, come right away.
Elaine! What's the matter with her?
Oh, dear.
Elaine! Elaine!
Elaine!
Let me sit down. Let me think about this thing.
Doctor, Teddy, signature.
Hoskins!
Ye gods! There's another one!
Aunt Abby! Aunt Martha!
- Come in here! - We're busy.
No, you come in here now!
Yes, dear, what is it? Where's Elaine?
Wait a minute. Didn't you promise me
not to let anyone in the house while I was gone?
-Well, Jonathan just walked in. -I don't mean Jonathan!
-And Dr. Einstein. -And I don't mean Dr. Einstein!
Who is that in the window seat?
We told you, Mr. Hoskins.
It is not Mr. Hoskins!
There!
Who can that be?
Are you trying to tell me you've never seen that man before?
I certainly am.
Well, this is a fine how-do-you-do!
It's getting so anybody thinks he can walk in this house!
Now, you look here, Aunt Abby.
Don't you try to get out of this!
That's another one of your gentlemen and you know it!
Mortimer, how can you say such a thing?
That man's an impostor.
And if he came here to be buried in our cellar, he's mistaken.
Now, look.
You admitted you put Mr. Hoskins in the window seat.
Yes, I did.
This man couldn't have just got the idea from Mr. Hoskins!
-By the way, where is Mr. Hoskins? -He must have gone to Panama.
-What? You buried him? -No, no. Not yet.
He's just down there waiting for the services, poor dear.
We haven't had a minute, what with Jonathan in the house.
Jonathan.
Oh, dear.
We've always wanted to hold a double funeral.
But I will not read services over a total stranger!
A total stranger. Aunt Abby, how can I believe you?
There are 12 men down in the cellar and you admit you poisoned them!
Yes, I did. But you don't think I'd stoop to telling a fib!
Martha! Martha, what do you think has happened?
A fib!
Ha.
Whoa-oh!
No, no, no, no.
This may interest you, Mortimer. I've decided that we're staying.
And I've also decided that you're leaving, and I mean now.
Listen, handsome. I'm in no mood to debate the question.
Are you getting out, or am I throwing you out on your ear?
I've led a strange life, Mortimer.
Martha, you come straight along here.
You just look and see what's in that window seat.
No!
No, no, Aunt Abby. Don't...
Jonathan, let Aunt Martha see what's in the window seat.
Aunt Abby, darling, I owe you an apology.
I've got some very good news for you. Jonathan is leaving.
And he's taking Dr. Einstein and that cold companion with him.
Listen, Jonathan. You're my brother, you're a Brewster.
So I'm giving you a chance to get away and take the evidence with you.
You can't ask for more than that.
Well?
All right, in that case, I'll have to call the police.
Don't reach for the telephone.
Remember, what happened to Mr. Spenalzo can happen to you, too.
Spenalzo?
I knew he was a foreigner.
Put down that telephone, Mortimer.
Oh.
-Hello. -Oh, Officer O'Hara!
I saw your lights on and thought you might have sickness in the house...
You got company? Oh, I'm sorry I disturbed you.
-No! Come in. -Yes, do come in.
Come right in, Officer O'Hara. This is our nephew, Mortimer.
-Pleased to meet you. -Glad to see you, fella.
And this is another nephew, Jonathan.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Say, your face is familiar.
Haven't I seen a picture of you somewhere before?
I don't think so.
-I'll be running along. -Oh, come on. What's the hurry?
Why don't you stick around until my brother leaves.
I got to ring in, Mr. Brew...
Say, you're not the Mortimer Brewster,
the book writer and the dramatic critic, are you?
Well, yes, why?
Oh, what a break for me! I'm a playwright. I'm working on a play now.
You are? Well, well, well!
-Maybe I can help you with it. -Oh, would you? What a break!
I get wonderful ideas, but I can't spell them.
I can spell like the dickens. Constantinople?
Well, come on! Let's go into the kitchen. You can tell me all about it.
Couldn't you whip up a sandwich for Officer O'Hara?
I hope you don't mind eating in the kitchen, Officer O'Hara.
And where else would you eat?
See you in a moment.
Now, listen, Jonathan. This is your last chance.
I'll keep O'Hara busy in the kitchen to give you a chance to get out.
All three of you, you, Dr. Einstein and Spenalzo.
Mortimer...
Because if you don't leave here in five minutes,
I'll bring in Officer O'Hara and introduce him to Mr. Spenalzo.
Mr. Brewster, my play takes place in...
I'll be right with you, O'Hara. Right with you.
Right with you. Just give me one moment.
Now get going! All three of you.
Doctor, this affair between my brother and myself has got to be settled.
But, Johnny, we've got trouble enough as it is. Come, let's go.
We're not going. We're going to sleep right here in this house.
What? With a cop in the kitchen and Spenalzo in the window seat?
That's all he's got on us. We'll take Spenalzo and dump him in the bay.
After that, we're coming back here. Then if he tries to interfere...
No, no, Johnny. No, please.
Doctor, we've got a wonderful setup here. We can make a fortune.
Two old ladies as a front. Only Mortimer stands in our way.
I never did like Mortimer.
No, Johnny. Please, take it easy. Please!
Doctor, you know when I make up my mind...
Yeah, I know, when you make up your mind, you lose your head.
Look, Johnny, Brooklyn ain't a good setup for you.
Okay, Johnny. Okay!
Take the instruments and hide them in the cellar. Move fast.
So, Mr. Brewster.
-You don't know what goes on in Brooklyn. -I don't know.
-My mother was an actress. -Legitimate?
Of course she was. She was my mother.
-Oh, excuse me... -Peaches La Tour was her name.
-Hey, Johnny. Johnny, come quick! -What's the matter?
- You know that hole in the cellar? - Yes.
Well, we got an ace in the hole.
This is no fly-by-night idea. I've been working on this thing for 12 years.
Oh, you have? Well, rehash it in your mind. I'll be back in a minute.
-All right. Swell. -I like the first act.
I didn't tell you the first...
Look, I thought I told you...
Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathan!
Yes, Mortimer.
What are you two doing still here? I thought I told you to beat it.
We're not going.
-You're not going? -No.
-You stay out of this.
All right, you asked for it.
- Officer O'Hara? - Coming.
Now, if you tell O'Hara what's in the window seat,
I'll tell him what's down in the cellar.
Cellar?
There's an elderly gentleman down there who seems to be very dead.
-What were you doing down the cellar? -What is he doing in the cellar?
Now what are you going to tell O'Hara?
Your aunts think my opening is swell.
-Shall I bring them in here? -No! No! No!
You can't do that. You can't do that now. Uh, you'd better ring in.
Oh, the heck with ringing in! You've got me rolling. I want to tell you the plot.
You can't tell me in front of those two fellas.
They won't appreciate it.
Oh. Lowbrows, huh?
Let's go some place where we can be alone. I'll meet you there later.
Okay. Say...
How about the backroom at Kelly's?
Kelly's? Oh, yeah. Fine place. Bohemian atmosphere. Genius at work.
-You ring in and I'll meet you at Kelly's. -All right, fine.
Why don't you both go down in the cellar?
-That's all right with me. -No! No! No!
There's a much more literary atmosphere in Kelly's, I assure you.
-Okay. This opening will kill you. -It will?
I'm waiting to be born, see, and the doctor gets there...
-Oh, the doctor! -Yeah.
-Look, you ring in and I'll see you later. -Okay.
-You won't stand me up, will you? -Yeah.
-No! -This is a great play. You'll like it.
-I'll see you down there. -Can't wait! I can't wait!
Doctor, doctor.
Where are those papers? Oh, there they are.
Oh, ho-ho.
You're smug, aren't you? You think you've got it over me. You haven't.
You think I'm afraid to the police about Spenalzo
because you'll blab about Hoskins. Well, I'm not!
The moment I get Spenalzo...
The moment the doctor signs, I don't care who knows about him, Hoskins, I mean.
And you better feel the same way about Spenalzo. Yes, Spenalzo!
- Where are you going? - To the doctor's. Where do you...
When I come back, I expect to find you gone. Wait for me!
We'll wait for him.
Did he look guilty!
Well, Martha, I think we can start the services now.
Oh...
We thought we heard you leave.
Perish the thought, dear aunties. That was just Mortimer.
And speaking of services, Aunt Martha,
will you make us some coffee while we take Mr. Spenalzo down to the cellar?
Oh, no!
No, Jonathan. You've got to take him with you!
There's a friend of Mortimer's downstairs waiting for him.
-A friend of Mortimer's? -Take his feet, Doctor.
Mr. Spenalzo and he will get along fine together.
They're both dead.
Oh. He must mean Mr. Hoskins.
Mr. Hoskins?
You know about what's down there?
Of course we do. And he's no friend of Mortimer's.
-He's one of our gentlemen. -Your gentlemen?
Yes. And we won't have any strangers buried in our cellar.
-But Mr. Hoskins... -Mr. Hoskins is no stranger.
Besides, there's no room for Mr. Spenalzo.
The cellar's crowded already.
Crowded? With what?
There are 12 graves down there now.
Twelve graves.
That leaves very little room and we're going to need it.
You mean that you and Aunt Martha have murdered 12...
Murdered? Certainly not. It's one of our charities.
Why, what we've been doing is a mercy.
So you just take your Mr. Spenalzo out of here.
You've done all that
right here in this house and buried them in the cellar?
That's wonderful, Johnny!
We've been chased all over the world,
they stay right here in Brooklyn, and they do just as good as you do.
- What? - Yeah.
You got 12, they got 12.
I've got 13.
-No, Johnny, 12. Don't brag. -Thirteen.
There's Mr. Spenalzo. Then the first one in London.
Two in Johannesburg, one in Sydney, one in Melbourne,
two in San Francisco, one in Phoenix, Arizona.
Phoenix?
-The filling station. -Filling... Oh, yes.
Three in Chicago and one in South Bend.
That makes 13.
You cannot count the one in South Bend. He died of pneumonia.
He wouldn't have died of pneumonia if I hadn't shot him.
No, no, Johnny, you cannot count him.
You got 12, they got 12.
The old ladies is just as good as you are.
They are, are they?
Well, that's easily taken care of.
All I need is one more.
That's all. Just one more.
And I've a pretty good idea who it is.
I'm a lucky man to have caught you at home, Dr. Gilchrist.
This is most irregular. Most irregular.
Well, I'm sorry to have dragged you out of bed, but only you can help me.
I know Teddy blows bugles, but I can't commit a man to an institution on that.
If you'd only have another little talk with him,
I'm sure you'd be convinced. Now, here's the house. I...
-There goes Hoskins. -Who?
What? Did I say...
-You better wait. -Here?
Yes. I'll bring Teddy out.
I wouldn't want to alarm the old ladies, seeing a doctor and everything.
-You wait here. -In the cemetery?
It's Halloween.
Don't worry about Halloween.
The pixies won't be out till after midnight.
Now look, you wait here. Make yourself comfortable.
Pull up a tombstone. I'll be right back.
-Hey, $22.50! -What?
-$22.50! -Oh, yes, looks good on you!
Not the suit, the meter!
Looks good on me. $22.50.
-Did you give him a 21-gun salute? -Yes, with a Maxim silencer.
Hey, you! Five more bucks and you'll own it.
No, thanks. It wouldn't fit me.
-Mr. President, may I present... -Dr. Livingstone!
-Livingstone? -That's what he presumes.
Mr. President, the doctor would like to have a few words with you in private.
Certainly. Welcome to Washington, Doctor.
Arlington is beautiful at this time of year, is it not, Doctor?
Yes, indeed.
Well now, that's that.
It gives me a chance to rest.
So far, so good.
Not so good.
Do you or do you not love me?
Oh, Elaine.
Elaine, how can you say such a thing? Darling, of course I love you.
-Do you? -Yes, darling.
Then why have you been treating me the way you have?
-You've been... -Elaine, Elaine...
Darling, I love you so much, I can't go through with our marriage.
Have you suddenly gone crazy?
No, no, I don't think so, but it's only a matter of time.
Look, darling, you wouldn't want to have children with three heads, would you?
You wouldn't want to set up housekeeping in a padded cell.
-What are you talking about? -Well, I don't quite know.
I probably should have told you this before, but you see,
well, insanity runs in my family.
It practically gallops.
Oh, darling, just because Teddy's a little strange, that doesn't mean...
No, darling. It's way back before Teddy.
This goes back to the first Brewster who came over on the Mayflower.
You know how in those days the Indians used to scalp the settlers?
Well, he used to scalp the Indians.
Darling, that's ancient history.
Yes, Doctor, I'll run for a third term, but I won't be elected.
That'll mean the last of the Roosevelts in the White House.
-That's what you think. -Of course, if the country insists...
Oh, darling, all this doesn't prove a thing.
Look at your aunts. They're Brewsters, aren't they?
They're the sweetest, sanest people I've ever known.
Well, even they have their peculiarities.
What of it? So your family's crazy. So you're crazy.
That's the way I want you, that's the way I love you.
I'm crazy too, but kiss me.
No, no. I...
Oh...
Goodbye, Ambassador. I've enjoyed this little talk very much.
Any time you're in Washington, drop in to see me at the White House.
- Those papers. - Go away. Papers!
-I'll commit him to any place. -You will?
I've just been appointed Ambassador to Bolivia!
You see? Didn't I tell you?
Don't worry about that. Just go on signing the papers.
Oh, dear.
Thank you.
All right! All right! You'll find out whose house this is!
I'm warning you, you better stop it.
There's no use doing what you're doing. It'll just have to be undone.
Aunt Abby, go to bed!
It's a terrible thing to do, to bury a good Methodist with a foreigner.
Mortimer, where have you been?
Getting some papers signed. Is Teddy in his room?
Oh, Mortimer, what is the matter with you?
Running around getting papers signed at a time like this.
Martha and I are going for the police.
Police!
Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
-You can't go for the police. -Oh, no?
-No. -You know what Jonathan's doing?
He's putting Mr. Hoskins and Mr. Spenalzo in together.
All right, let him.
This is all fixed up nice now.
Nice and smooth like a lake.
The President will be very proud of his Panama Canal.
Oh, Johnny, bed feels good already.
You know, we didn't get any sleep for 48 hours.
-You're forgetting, Doctor. -What?
-Now, Mortimer... -All right, all right.
If Jonathan and Mr. Spenalzo aren't out this house before morning,
we're going for the police.
I'll get them out, I promise you that!
-Then you get the wedding silver. -Remember, no police! No police!
All right, fine. Look, go to bed, will you?
For heaven's sakes, get out of those clothes!
You two look like a double blackout.
My brother, Mortimer.
I just heard him upstairs.
No, no, no! I am tired.
You forget, I got to operate on your face tomorrow.
You are going to operate tomorrow, Doctor.
But tonight we are taking care of Mortimer.
But Johnny, not tonight! I'm sleepy.
We'll do it tomorrow. Or the next day.
Look at me, Doctor.
You can see that it's got to be done, can't you?
Yeah, I know that look.
It's a little late to dissolve our partnership.
Okay, okay, Johnny. Okay, we'll do it.
But the quick way, huh? The quick twist like in London.
No, Doctor. I think this calls for something special.
I think, perhaps, the Melbourne method.
Not the Melbourne method, please!
Two hours!
And then when it was all over, what?
The fellow in London was just as dead as the fellow in Melbourne.
No, no, no, don't do that, Mr. President.
But I cannot sign any proclamation without consulting my cabinet.
This must be secret.
A secret proclamation? How unusual.
Yes, it's the only way we can outsmart the other fellow.
-Who's the other fellow? -That's the secret.
Oh, I see!
Very clever.
Well, if it's a secret proclamation, it has to be signed in secret.
-Of course, Mr. President. -I'll have to put on my signing clothes.
You already have them on, Mr. President.
So I have. Wait here.
Hey, Mr. Brewster.
What is it, mice?
-You get out of this house. -Can't you see I'm busy?
Thank you, Mr. President.
What a load off my mind. Boy, could I use a drink!
-Get out of here, will you, please? -What? Speak up. I can't hear you.
Johnny's in a bad mood. Get out!
-Stop underplaying. I can't hear you. -Please listen to me. Get out.
Stop all this! What are you doing? Look, Doc... Are you really a doctor?
Yes, Heidelberg, 1919.
Heidelberg? How'd you hook up with Jonathan?
I tell you later about that, but you go now. Please, listen to me.
Stop it, Doctor! Now, stop it!
You get out of here! Look, when Johnny's in that mood,
he's a madman. He's a maniac!
And then things happen. Horrible things.
-You get out of here! -Will you stop it?
Stop telling me about Jonathan, I'll take care of him.
You take care of yourself. Get going, little fellow.
-What's that? Wait. -Oh, no, my schnapps.
-I could use that. -That's mine.
Ah-ah-ah! Please. Only for dramatic critics.
Now, look, you beat it before things start popping around here.
But, look, Mr. Brewster, please.
You've just been married.
You have a nice little wife waiting for you. Please go now.
Please.
Don't those plays you see all the time teach you anything?
Don't get me on the subject of plays! I've got to wait for Mr. Witherspoon.
At least people in plays act like they got sense.
Did anybody in a play ever act like they got intelligence?
-How can somebody be so stupid? -You ought to have my job.
Listen to me brother,
when you get out of prison, have yourself wheeled to the Garrick Theater.
There's a play that's so bad, it'll still be running when you get out.
There's a man... Now listen to this.
He knows he's in the house with murderers and should know he's in danger.
He's even been warned to get out. And does he go?
-Yes. -No, he doesn't. He stays!
This fellow doesn't even have sense to be scared or to be on his guard.
The murderer even invites him to sit down.
-What do you think he does? -I don't know.
He sits down!
He deliberately pulls up a chair and he sits down in it.
Isn't that great?
So there he is, all waiting to be trussed up and gagged.
What do you think they tied him up with? The curtain cord.
Curtain cord?
But didn't he see him get it?
See him get it?
No. The silly chump sits down with his back toward the murderer.
All he has to do is look around, but does he? No!
See, brother Heidelberg, in a play, or even in a movie for that matter,
a fellow never sees or hears anything. That's right.
But what does he do?
The big chump sits there. This fellow's supposed to be bright.
Now get a load of this. Look at the attitude.
Large as life! He sits there waiting to be tied up and gagged.
The big dope!
You were right about that fellow.
He wasn't very bright.
Yes, Mortimer.
I've been away for 20 years.
But never, my dear brother, were you out of my mind.
In Melbourne one night, I dreamt of you.
The more you struggle, Mortimer, the more you strangle yourself.
Later on, you may consider that a blessing.
Now, Doctor...
We go to work.
Johnny, for me, please, the quick way. Please.
-This must be an artistic achievement. -Please.
After all, we're performing before a very distinguished critic.
-Johnny, please! -Doctor!
All right. Let's get it over with.
Oh, but Johnny, I cannot see this without the drink.
Pull yourself together, Doctor.
But I can't pull myself together without a drink.
You remember when we came in, there was some wine.
And then they took it. Where did they put it?
Johnny, I found some wine.
I found some wine. Here, I'll split it with you.
We both have a drink before we operate.
I am so happy that we don't have to operate without a drink.
Doctor, one moment, please.
Where are your manners?
Yes, Mortimer.
I realize now that it was you who brought me back to Brooklyn.
We drink to you.
Doctor, to my dear, dead brother.
Prosit...
Mmph!
That idiot!
-He goes next. That's all. He goes next! -Not Teddy! Please!
-We'll get to him later. -No, Teddy, we won't get to him at all!
We have to work fast. The quick way.
The quick way, yes!
If it has to be, then the quick way. I'll help you.
Hey, the colonel has to quit blowing that horn.
It's all right, officer. We're taking the bugle away from him.
I'd better talk to him myself. Where's the lights?
Hey...
You stood me up!
I've been waiting for you for over an hour at Kelly's.
-What happened to him? -Nothing.
He was explaining a play he saw and that's what happened to a man in the play.
Oh, I see.
Did that really happen in a play you saw?
How do you like that? You can't trust nobody.
They practically stole that from the second act in my play.
In the second act, just... Maybe I'd better start at the beginning.
Yeah, sure.
No.
You've got to hear the plot!
My mother's sitting there, making up. Like a flash, out of a clear sky,
the door opens and a man with a mustache comes in.
He says, Miss Peaches La Tour, will you marry me?
That's the first scene. My mother doesn't say they're married. That's the surprise!
What a kick!
Twenty-five years pass. Well, in the meantime, there's me.
Grown into a magnificent specimen. So what do I do?
I join the police force and become one of New York's finest.
Well, I'm cleaning out a crooked laundry, see? Little do I know it,
but there's a dope fiend with a long knife trailing after me.
-I'm in great danger. -Mmph!
It's getting you, ain't it? I can see it in your eyes.
Well, you ain't heard nothing yet.
All of a sudden, a fire breaks out. What an effect!
The firemen rush in and who's leading them?
Mayor Fiorello La Guardia!
What's the matter with him?
-Probably your play put him to sleep. -What?
-I personally like it very much. -It's probably over his head.
-Where have I seen that face before? -No, please.
The scene changes. It's an evolving stage.
I'm walking along my beat, casual-like,
when a guy that I'm following, it turns out he's following me!
Don't let nobody in. I figures I'll outsmart him.
-There's a vacant house on the corner. -Johnny, the cops!
I sees the door handle turn,
so I pulls out my gun,
braces myself against the wall and I says...
Come in!
Oh, hello, boys.
-What the Sam Hill's going on? -Sarge, this is Mortimer Brewster.
-He's going to help me write my play. -Do you have to tie him up?
Well, Harry, you better report into the station.
Why didn't you ring in? The whole force is out looking for you.
Right in the middle of the second act. Did they send you guys here for me?
No, we came to warn the old ladies.
-The colonel blew that bugle again. -I heard him.
The neighbors are phoning in. The Lieutenant's on the warpath.
He says we've got to put him away someplace.
Now, who the heck is this?
Mr. Brewster's brother. My play put him to sleep.
That's the one that ran away. So he came back.
Brophy. Get me Mac.
Have you got yourself in a mess! You're two hours overdue at the station.
I better let them know that I found you.
It wasn't that bad, was it?
Mac?
Tell the Lieutenant he can call off the big manhunt. We found him.
At the Brewster house.
Shall we bring him in?
All right, we'll hold him right here.
The Lieutenant is on his way over.
So I've been turned in?
All right, you've got me.
I suppose you and my stool- pigeon brother will split the reward.
- Reward? - Yes, reward!
Now I'll do some turning in!
Wait a minute, Mr. Brewster.
You think my aunts are sweet, charming old ladies, don't you?
Well, there's 13 bodies buried in the cellar!
Yes, 13.
Be careful what you say about your aunts, they're friends of ours.
-I'll show them to you. -Don't make trouble for them!
Never mind, Mr. Brewster. Leave him to me.
-Come down to the cellar. -Wait a minute. Now, wait a minute.
Thirteen bodies. I'll show you where they're buried.
Oh, yeah?
-Go to the cellar with him. -Yes, come to the cellar.
Well, look, do I have to?
Maybe I don't want to go down to the cellar.
Go on down the cellar with him!
Now, please. I'll tell you the rest of my play later.
-Go on down the cellar with him. -Do I have to?
Look at that puss. He looks like Boris Karloff.
-Argh! -Don't! Sarge!
Look out, Pat!
-Look out! -He's got a gun.
I got him, Pat. Look out!
Fight. Go on and fight.
That's enough, that's enough. Everybody off.
- Tsk, tsk, tsk. - Pat, look out!
Amazing.
Such a fine day, too.
All I did was cross the bridge and I was in Brooklyn. Amazing.
No, don't...
Don't bother me now.
You could use this in the third act.
I got something better. Let me tell you...
I'll see you later.
Oh!
I got the papers signed. The papers are all signed. What do I care?
Go ahead, fight.
I'd better call and see if Witherspoon has left.
Telephone.
I'll get every one of you!
I hate cops. I'll brain the first one that comes near me!
A little higher, please, brother. Thank you very much. That's fine.
-Oh! -Don't do that, please.
Get him, Pat.
That won't have any effect. I've tried it before...
It did. Isn't that amazing?
Oh, dear. Wish I could relax like that.
-Witherspoon. -Come in.
- What has occurred? - Well...
Never mind! Didn't I tell you I'd handle this?
Well, Lieutenant!
-We were just acting in self-defense. -What happened? He put up a fight?
This isn't the one that blows the bugle.
This is his brother. He tried to kill O'Hara.
All I said was he looked like Boris Karloff.
Boris... Turn him over.
Kind of think he's wanted somewhere.
Oh, you kind of think he's wanted somewhere?
If you guys can't look at the circulars we put up in the station,
you can at least read short detective stories.
Certainly, he's wanted. In Indiana!
He escaped from the prison for criminally insane. He's a lifer.
That's my brother.
That's the way they described him. He looked like Karloff.
Why'd you knock him out?
He tried to get us to go to the cellar. He says 13 bodies buried down there.
Thirteen bodies in the cellar,
and that don't tip you off the guy's from a nuthouse?
Thanks, pal.
About my not ringing in, I want to...
Where have you been all night? Don't tell me.
I was right here writing a play with Mortimer Brewster.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Well, you're going to have a long time on that play.
You're suspended.
Now go on. Report in.
Bring him to and find out where his accomplice is.
-What is the meaning of this commotion? -The guy who helped him escape.
-He's wanted, too. -Here.
I've been after these guys for 48 hours. Nothing to eat. No sleep.
No wonder Brooklyn's in the shape it's in.
With flatheads like you on the force. Falling for a story like that!
Thirteen bodies buried in the cellar.
But there are 13 bodies in the cellar!
-Who are you? -I'm President Roosevelt.
-What the blazes is this? -He's the guy that blows the bugle.
-Howdy, Colonel. -Oh.
Colonel, you've blown your last bugle. Get this guy out of here.
-Dear me! Another yellow-fever victim? -What?
All the bodies in the cellar are yellow-fever victims.
No, Colonel. This is a spy. We caught him at the White House.
Take him out and bring him to. I want to question him.
-Questioning of spies is my department. -Hey, you, keep out of that.
You're forgetting that as President I am also head of the Secret Service.
Who are you?
What's your name?
Usually, I'm Mortimer Brewster. But I'm not quite myself today.
You're his brother. Look, no argument. He's got to be put away.
No arguments, Captain. No arguments. Just a minute, take it easy. Read this.
Teddy's going to go to Happy Dale tonight.
-I'm waiting for Mr. Witherspoon. -As long as he's going someplace.
He's scaring the neighbors with that bugle.
And that cockeyed story about 13 bodies being...
I've been without sleep for 48 hours. I'm liable to think anything.
I know just how you feel.
There's people dumb enough to believe that.
Last year there was a crazy guy, started a murder rumor.
I had to dig up a half acre lot before I could prove...
-What's this? -What's the matter?
-These papers aren't any good. -Why not?
He signed it Theodore Roosevelt!
-Is your taxi engaged? -Losing dough every minute. Any offers?
I'm Mr. Witherspoon of Happy Dale Sanitarium, I have come to get a Brewster.
I would like you to drive us back to the sanitarium.
I knew this would end up in a nuthouse!
We like to think of it as a rest home.
Mr. Brewster?
Mr. Brewster.
Mr. Witherspoon is here.
Supposing the spy steals this document and finds the name Roosevelt on it.
Think what that would mean to the safety of the nation!
-No, it's chicanery. -What is this? Come on!
-He's come to. He's ready to talk. -Hold him till I get there.
Let me explain. The name Brewster is code for Roosevelt.
-Code for Roosevelt? -Take the name Brewster.
Take away the B and what have you got?
-Rooster. -And what does a rooster do?
-Crows. -It crows! Where do you hunt in Africa?
-On the veldt! -There you are! Crowsveldt.
Ingenious! My compliments to the boys in the code department.
That's all right! Do that again for me.
Never mind! Give me that pen.
This is fun.
Now, all I got to get is Witherspoon.
Oh, Mr. Witherspoon, I'm so glad to see you.
-Thank you. -Mr. Witherspoon, before I...
Look, you will take good care of Teddy?
-Best of care of him. -That's fine.
And no wagon when he leaves.
Why? To take him away? Never, never.
Taxicabs. We always... I have one waiting now.
-Look, it means a great deal to me. -Yes.
You will personally see that Teddy's happy at Happy Dale?
-He'll be very happy at Happy Dale. -That's good.
You know, I sometimes envy some of our patients, secretly.
You do? It must be a nice place. I've never been there.
You never can tell.
This is a particularly happy moment for me tonight, Mr. Brewster.
-I've never met a dramatic critic before. -The woods are full of them.
I have here something that will explain what we're trying to do.
-A pamphlet about Happy Dale? -No, it's a play.
Something I've been working on for some time now.
It's a dramatization of many incidents that have happened at Happy Dale.
Captain! Captain!
I want you to read this carefully.
I want you to be just as harsh as you like, in your criticism.
I shan't mind, you know...
Captain, this is Mr. Witherspoon.
Oh, yes, yes.
He'll be very happy at Happy Dale.
-Come, my boy. -What is this?
No, you got it wrong. This is Captain Rooney.
The police?
I'm sure! Here are the papers, all signed. Now you can take him away.
I'll be in my office vetoing some bills.
Mr. President, I have good news for you.
Your term of office is over.
-Is this March 4? -Practically.
Let's see...
Oh...
Now I go on my hunting trip to Africa!
Well, I must get started immediately.
Is he trying to move into the White House before I've moved out?
Who, Mr. President?
Taft!
No, this isn't Mr. Taft.
It's Mr. Witherspoon, your guide to Africa.
Bully! Bully!
Wait right here. I'll bring down my equipment.
Happy man.
Goodbye, Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha.
I'm on my way to Africa. Isn't it wonderful?
Charge!
It's all right, I've got it.
Oh, dear.
And Happy Dale is full of staircases.
You've come to meet Teddy, haven't you?
No, he's come to take him. Teddy's been blowing his bugle again.
No, he can't go now! We won't permit it.
We promise to take his bugle away from him.
-We won't be separated from Teddy. -I'm sorry.
How can you allow this? You promised.
Brewster's got nothing to do with this. The law is the law!
Teddy's committed himself and he's got to go.
-Well, If he's going, we're going, too! -Yes, you'll have to take us with him.
Why not? Why not, indeed?
It's sweet of them, but impossible. We never take sane people at Happy Dale.
Oh, no, no, no.
These two little sane people will get lost in the shuffle. You could arrange that.
Just put them in and they'll get all mixed up.
Oh, no, no, no. Too dangerous. Dissension, jealousy.
Now, let's be sensible, ladies.
Here I am wasting my time when I could be doing some serious work.
You know, ladies, there are still murders to be solved in Brooklyn.
It ain't only his bugle blowing. Things are going to get worse.
We're liable to have to dig up your cellar.
Our cellar?
- Yeah. - Oh-oh.
Teddy's been telling around there's 13 bodies buried in the cellar.
There are 13 bodies in our cellar.
What?
Yes. You just ask our nephew, Mortimer.
Charge!
Isn't that amazing?
Now, Mortimer, you behave yourself.
You know very well there are 13 bodies down in our cellar.
Certainly there's 13 bodies in the cellar.
And there are hundreds more up in the attic, Captain!
-What is this? -You mustn't mind Mortimer.
-How about it? -I'll be right there.
He's been a little strange all day.
Right now I wouldn't know what is and what ain't strange anymore.
-I'll look in that cellar. -I'll tell you what we'll do.
I'll bring my bodies from the attic and you get yours from the cellar,
and we'll get them all together, and we'll send them to Happy Dale.
- What? - No, you wouldn't have to dig.
The graves are all marked.
-We put flowers on them every Sunday. -Flowers?
Sure, I put neon lights on mine.
Humor them, humor them.
Smile.
-What? -There's one down there, a Mr. Spenalzo...
Hasn't got it yet.
...who doesn't belong here and has to leave.
-But the other 12 are our gentlemen. -Your gentlemen?
You'd like mine better. None of mine are gentlemen.
-You mustn't mind him at all. -He got married today.
There is a Happy Dale far, far away
There is a Happy...
Yeah, yeah.
He got it. It's amazing.
Don't you think you can find room for the ladies?
Just the ladies?
Just the ladies!
-How about it? -They'd have to be committed.
Teddy committed himself. Couldn't they?
-All they have to do is sign the papers. -Certainly.
Oh! Well, if we can go with Teddy, we'll sign the papers.
-Come along. -Where are they?
-Yes, where are they? -I have them, ladies, right here.
Sign them up, will you? I want this all cleaned up.
I'm going out to talk to that spy. Maybe I can understand him.
Thirteen bodies in the cellar.
Ladies, if you'll sign right here.
-Here? -Yes, please.
It's on the right-hand side there.
I'm really looking forward to going.
The neighborhood here has changed so.
Yes. Especially since they won that old pennant thing.
Oh...
Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. We've overlooked something.
It's absolutely compulsory that we have the signature of a physician.
A doctor.
Dr. Einstein! Come here and sign some papers, please.
-Good night. -Come here, Dr. Einstein.
-A doctor? -Yes.
Dr. Einstein almost operated on me earlier. Come along, Doctor.
Now, here. Just sign right here,
-please, Doctor. -Yes.
-Were you leaving, Doctor? -Yes, please.
Aren't you going to wait for Jonathan?
I don't think we go to the same place.
Hello, Mac. We picked up that guy that's wanted in Indiana.
His accomplice's description is on the circular, on the desk.
Read it to me, will you?
Yeah.
About 40.
Five-foot-three.
One hundred and forty pounds.
Pop eyes.
Talks with a German accent.
Poses as a doctor.
Okay, Mac. Thanks.
It's all right. The doctor has completed the signatures.
That's great!
Thanks, Doc. You've done Brooklyn a great service.
But Dr. Einstein!
-Now, Mr. Witherspoon... -You're Witherspoon, I'm Brewster.
It's contagious, yes. It's your turn.
-Don't play games... -You sign.
You sign as next of kin.
Why didn't you say so? I'm all confused. Don't mind me.
Mr. Witherport.
-Spoon. -Here.
Come up and pack my duffel.
Duffel?
Pack his duffel. He's President, you know?
Oh.
And bring along my bugle.
President.
Don't charge!
Mortimer,
Mortimer, we're really very worried about something.
Now, darling, don't be worried.
-Me too, Mortimer. -Well, of course, darling.
You'll both be very happy at Happy Dale. Really.
We're very happy about the whole thing, but that's just it.
We don't want anything to go wrong.
-Oh, what can go wrong? -Mortimer,
Will they investigate those signatures?
-They won't look up Dr. Einstein... -But it's not his signature, dear.
-It's yours. -Mine?
You see, you signed as next of kin.
-What's wrong about that, darling? -Martha, you tell him.
Well, dear.
-What, dear? -You're not really a Brewster.
-What? -Your mother came to us as a cook.
And you were born about three months afterwards.
And she was such a sweet woman and such a good cook,
we didn't want to lose her. So brother married her.
Your real father was a cook, too.
He was a chef on a tramp steamer.
You mean I'm not really a Brewster?
-Darling! -Don't feel so badly about it.
I'm sure it won't make any difference to Elaine.
Elaine, Elaine!
Where are you? Can you hear me? I'm not really a Brewster!
I'm the son of a sea cook!
Mortimer!
Mortimer! It's true! I saw them. It's true.
It's true! There are 13 bodies down there!
But I saw them...
What's all this screaming about?
-But I saw them... -It's way past her bedtime.
Quiet!
-But, Mortimer... -Goodbye!
-Bye. -Goodbye, darling!
-What is all this? -They're going on their honeymoon.
They're off to a flying start.
Mortimer, I really did see...
You'll own two cabs!
- Mortimer... - I mean the meter!
Oh, Mortimer.
We're going to Niagara Falls. Call me a cab, dear.
Yes, love.
But Mr. Brewster!
No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm a son of a sea cook.
Charge!
I'm not a cab driver. I'm a coffee pot!