suzanna phillips lines

Yes, I’ve figured it out myself…but you can say it first.

Oh, can it, Professor. You couldn’t figure your way out of a phone booth.

I most certainly could, and have on several occasions, except that one time, those of us more worldly are aware of the fact that Amsterdam phonebooths are famously difficult.

Has anyone ever told you that you are an insufferable as-

Is that Sinclair?

Is he okay?

I’m a doctor!

Sweetie, you’re not a doctor.

…I need you to help me get Mr. Hemmings back into this closet where he was discovered.

Wouldn’t that disturb the body?

Are you a detective?

No, but I am a pretty good detector of bull-

Skiddily bop bop bow!

Are you having some sort of breakdown?

Then I killed him…with something else…in the manner in which he was killed.

What are you saying?

That’s enough.

He’s gone!

We should report it.

I already have.

Sure, I don’t have to go.

Then why are you going to the bathroom?

Everyone take your place as you were before the intermission…I mean, the pause in the investigation.

Don’t you think it would be better if we were looking for the body?

First we need to recreate the scene.

I don’t think this is how investigations are supposed to work. Should you maybe call some other …police…people?

…I am the invstigation!

That doesn’t make any sense.

…Hey, Suzanna, it’s me. Thornton. I was performing.

Why are you swinging a hammer at me?

It’s just a prop. I found it backstage.

Let me see that. This isn’t a prop hammer.

Oh.

And I think it has blood on it.

I know that.

You think we can afford stagehands on our budget? Or jazz hands, for that matter?

Jazz hands are free!

I do my own makeup, props, and wash my own costumes.

Oh, he’s big on lurking now.

Anything’s better than his skulking phase.

I don’t like the way skulks smell.

Those are skunks, sweetie.

Where?

No, not here…Never mind.

The rest of you don’t move.

I’ll get him.

No, I am. I’m gonna wring his neck.

I’m going to hit him with a candlestick.

I definitely, positively, may have.

He must have let himself out the backside.

It’s okay, neither am I.

We know!