Your business?

Oh, Lord, Lord, have mercy upon us. The bellhop squealed on you. Won't you trust me just for tonight? Hey, ah, table four. Possession of a deadly weapon? I have no enemies. What do you mean, no, no? How's little Miss Buchanan getting along… Yes, I am. Now then, now be off about your business… What a satisfactory way to get rid of on… Oh, yeah? Why not? And I kept waiting. Oh, Philip, you must wake up.