34 -- INT. GROUND FLOOR--THE STUDY -- 34 The camera faces the door that leads from the study to the hall. The men are carrying the cook's body into the study, effectively blocking off the women's view. CHIP: (dropping Mrs. Ho and pointing) Look! TIMMY and COSMO What? CHIP: The body's gone! Mrs. Ho is dropped. WANDA: What are you all staring at? COSMO: Nothing . . . WANDA: Well, who's there? JORGEN: Nobody. TIMMY Nobody. No Boddy, that's what we mean. Vicky's body. It's gone. COSMOS: Maybe he wasn't dead. CHIP: He was. COSMOS: We should have made sure! WANDA: How? By cutting his head off, I suppose. AHPIRODITE: That wasn't called for. COSMOS: Where is he? CHIP: We better look for him. They look around. COSMO: Well . . . he couldn't have been dead. CHIP: He was. At least I thought he was. But . . . what difference does it make now? COSMOS: It makes quite a difference to him. Maybe there is life after death. AHPIRODITE: Life after death is as improbable as sex after marriage. COSMO: Maybe Vicky killed the cook! COSMOS and AHPIRODITE: Yes! TIMMY: How? Cosmo is at a loss. WANDA: Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to, um . . . (to Tixie) Is there a little girls' room? TIXIE: Oui, oui, madame. WANDA: No, I just want to powder my nose, thank you. Tixie is bewildered. Wanda steps over Mrs. Ho's corpse into the hall. Cosmos, wandering around, picks up something. COSMOS: What's this, Timmy? TIMMY: I'm afraid those are the negatives to which Colonel Joregn earlier referred. JORGEN: (Going for them) Oh, my God! COSMOS: Were you planning to blackmail him, Timmy? TIMMY: Certainly not! I'd obtained them for the Colonel, and I was going to give them back as soon as Vicky was unmasked. COSMOS: Mmmm . . . very pretty. Would you like to see these, Tixie? They might shock you . . . TIXIE: No, merci. I am a lay-dee. COSMOS: Oh, how do you know what kind of pictures they are if you're such a "lay-dee"? CHIP: What sort of pictures are they? JORGEN: They are my pictures, and I'd like them back, please. COSMOS: No, I'm afraid there's something in them that concerns me too. Chip snatches the pictures and holds them up to the light. CHIP: Let me see . . . AHPIRODITE: (looking) Oh, my. Nobody can get into that position. CHUP:(putting the pictures down) Sure they can. Let me show you. Chip starts to demonstrate with Ahpirodite on the couch. AHPIRODITE: Get off me!