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hwpHello, Matthew,
what are you doing here so late?
I came to get the books.
I want to study our accounts.
Weve been doing very well lately.
Over 200 paid admissions today.
You call that good Saturday business?
If you werent so stubborn,
wed be turning them away from here.
Who cares a hang about history in wax?
There are people in the world
who love beauty.
But more who want sensation, shock!
Morbidly curious! I wont cater to them.
Their money is as good as anybody elses.
You should have seen them turning
them away at that Wax Museum...
on rd Street tonight: the Eden Mus閑.
The storys the same at
Madame Tussauds in London.
-If youd only listened to me--
-I know, Matthew.
Id put in a Chamber of Horrors:
murder, torture, executions...
scare the life out of people.
I dont care for that kind of patronage!
Youre a great artist, a genius sculptor.
Im an ordinary businessman who wants
a quick return on his investment.
Ive put $
in this historic peep show of yours.
-I could use that to better advantage.
-All right, Matthew.
Ive known for some time
you wanted to dissolve our partnership.
-I may be able to accommodate you.
-How?
A friend is bringing Sidney Wallace,
the art critic, to see my work tonight.
Wallace is rich, and I think
I might persuade him to buy you out.
That sounds interesting.
-Ill want a profit on my investment.
-Yes, Matthew.
I understand.
You leave everything to me,
and I promise you it will be--
-That should be they, now.
-Ill wait in the office.
Ive heard of Wallace.
He has a pot of money.
If he likes your stuff, put a stiff price on it.
-Does Jarrod live here?
-Yes, he has a room upstairs.
Youll like him, Sidney.
He speaks your language.
Please come in.
Im happy to see you, Bruce.
I thought you wouldnt come
on such a bad night.
We were delayed.
He had to be at a gallery.
Mr. Sidney Wallace. Professor Jarrod.
-A pleasure.
-For me also, Professor.
That title was bestowed on me
when I became an exhibitor.
It has little to do with my real work.
If you come, I will show you
what that work is.
The visit of such a distinguished critic...
may cause my children
to become conceited.
To you, theyre wax. But to me,
their creator, they live and breathe.
Here we have two great lovers
from the past.
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt,
and Mark Antony. Their last meeting.
Youll recall, Antony,
believing Cleopatra to be dead...
killed himself with his own sword.
When Cleopatra found out what happened,
she quickly followed her lover.
You noticed how cleverly
the hair is mounted on the scalp?
Yes. How do you do that?
Real hair of the proper color and texture...
is pressed into the slightly warmed wax
with a scalpel...
one hair at a time.
Each wave and curl
of the subjects own hair is reproduced.
Heres President Lincoln and his assassin,
John Wilkes Booth...
one of my few concessions
to the macabre.
Thats the best figure of Booth Ive ever
seen. You almost expect him to speak.
-I wonder what hed say.
-Im sure hed rant a bit.
Even after he shot Lincoln and jumped
from the Presidents box onto the stage...
he couldnt resist turning to the audience
and taking a bow.
I found him a very stubborn person.
-Stubborn?
-Unbelievably.
For days I argued with this fellow
before he posed the way I wanted him to.
-You mean, he talked back to you?
-Of course.
Its not easy to shut an actors mouth.
These groups are like
dimensional paintings of the old masters.
This is not only a great show,
its an art exhibit.
Thats what I told you.
Here we have Joan of Arc,
a favorite subject of mine.
-I understand that. Its beautifully done.
-Thank you.
Ive done her over a dozen times,
and still she doesnt complain.
What was wrong with her?
There are no
authentic portraits available...
so sculptors and painters
have to work from models.
Ive never found the right one,
but I will someday.
Its a shame to race through this exhibit.
These figures should be studied.
Youre very kind.
My creations have some merit, I suspect...
but in bringing back to life
the lovely Marie Antoinette...
I feel Ive done my best work.
Ive never seen anything so exquisite.
People say they can see
my Marie Antoinette breathe...
that her breast rises and falls.
Look at her eyes,
they follow you wherever you go.
She is very real to me.
You know, her eyes do follow you.
Theyre made of glass, mores the pity.
The exact size and color of the original.
Theyre inserted into the sockets
from inside...
by way of the hollow neck,
before the head is attached to the body.
Forgive me, my dear,
for discussing your intimate secrets.
Im sorry. I lose myself at times.
If people knew what you have
inside these walls...
you couldnt accommodate the crowds.
What you need here is exploitation,
more advertising.
-Thats what Ive been telling him.
-My partner wouldnt agree.
Hes not happy here.
He wants to invest in something else.
Would you become a partner
in this venture? Would you buy him out?
I might be interested if my
lawyers approve and the price is right.
With your support, Id do wonder
