Rondo Hatton credited as playing...
The Creeper
- Marcel De Lange: I see here in the evening paper that a woman was murdered in the neighborhood last night.
- The Creeper: [Flatly] Yeah.
- Marcel De Lange: Yes, her spine was snapped. I've often wondered why a man would want to snap a woman's spine.
- The Creeper: [Flatly] She screamed.
- Marcel De Lange: An annoying habit on the part of women... screaming.
- The Creeper: [Looking at the spartan meal given to him by De Lange] No meat?
- Marcel De Lange: No money.
- Hal Ormiston: [Reading his own review] I devoted my stick of type today to a frank appraisal of the very doubtful talents of a young brush wielder named Steven Morrow.
- Police Lt. Larry Brooks: [Scene change. Review continues being read] You will note that I do not dignify young Morrow with the term artist. He definitely is not an artist in any sense of the word.
- Steven Morrow: [Scene change. Review continues being read] The empty face girls Morrow paints have no more artistic significance than the crazily conceived creations of that well known madman of scattering profession, Marcel De Lange.
- Steven Morrow: [pause. Slams newspaper to the table] Another one. Harmon dies, and another persecute rises to hound me. Am I always to be beaten down by heartless ignorant critics who find strange delight in singling me out as a subject for their cruelty? Why am I not big and strong so I can throttle this man Ormiston? I can see him now, a drink at his elbow, chuckling over his cleverly turned phrases. He has money for food and drink while we must starve. It's unfair, I tell you.
- The Creeper: Where does he live?
- Steven Morrow: [Raises head to look into Creeper's face. Pauses] At the Bagley Terrace, on East 54th Street.
- Hal Ormiston: [Reading his own review] I devoted my stick of type today to a frank appraisal of the very doubtful talents of a young brush wielder named Steven Morrow.
- Police Lt. Larry Brooks: [Scene change. Review continues being read] You will note that I do not dignify young Morrow with the term artist. He definitely is not an artist in any sense of the word.
- Marcel De Lange: [Scene change. Review continues being read] The empty face girls Morrow paints have no more artistic significance than the crazily conceived creations of that well known madman of scattering profession, Marcel De Lange.
- Marcel De Lange: [pause. Slams newspaper to the table] Another one. Harmon dies, and another persecute rises to hound me. Am I always to be beaten down by heartless ignorant critics who find strange delight in singling me out as a subject for their cruelty? Why am I not big and strong so I can throttle this man Ormiston? I can see him now, a drink at his elbow, chuckling over his cleverly turned phrases. He has money for food and drink while we must starve. It's unfair, I tell you.
- The Creeper: Where does he live?
- Marcel De Lange: [Raises head to look into Creeper's face. Pauses] At the Bagley Terrace, on East 54th Street.