Cabin in the Sky Page #2

on my gambling gradual.

- What can I do, Petunia?

- Come on.

Come on, children.

Come on to the Lord. Peace.

Lily.

- Little Joe ain't there.

- Ain't he?

- Well, he was here when the others got up.

- Maybe he's a little shy.

He must be waiting outside.

Come with me, Lily. I'm scared.

Little Joe?

Little Joe?

- He wouldn't go to...

- Well, you know that Little Joe.

No. He wouldn't do that.

He must have gone home.

Come on, Lily.

But, Petunia...

Little Joe? Little Joe?

Little Joe!

He ain't here.

Lily, something awful's happened

to Little Joe.

Petunia.

I got in a little trouble again, honey.

Little Joe!

I think he'll pull through.

We'll know in the morning.

- But can I go in, doctor?

- Yes, you may, Petunia.

But don't try to talk to him,

because he'll be out of his head.

Lord.

A fool.

Fool.

No, no. No.

Lord...

...please don't take Little Joe from me.

I know how sinful he's been lately,

but I love him.

And please forgive me

for loving him so much.

But Little Joe ain't wicked.

He's just weak.

And if he dies now,

the devil's going to get him sure.

And he don't deserve to be in a mess

like that. Little Joe ain't that bad.

So if you'll just let him

get well again...

...I promise you he'll mend his ways

and give you no more trouble.

Amen.

Those ain't my dice.

He's got a... He's got a gun.

Who's there?

Don't let him in here. I don't know you.

Get him out of here.

Little Joe...

...rise up from that bed

and report for duty.

Report? Report where?

Now, where do you suppose

you'd be reporting?

A shiftless no-account like you is.

- Get up.

- I can't get up from this bed.

- I'm a very sick man.

- Little Joe, you ain't sick no more.

You are dead.

What are you doing here, Lucius?

What's that you called me?

Ain't you my old friend Lucius Ferry?

Lucius Fe...

You are speaking to Lucifer Jr.

Joe, the asbestos chariot is awaiting.

- Come on, grab him and let's get going.

- No, no!

- Come on.

- I ain't dead. I don't feel dead.

If you ain't...

...who is that laying in that bed?

That's me.

That's right.

Then who do you think you are?

I don't know.

I ain't never been twins before.

And you still ain't twins.

You's the spirit of that body, Little Joe.

And you're the one we've come for.

Petunia.

Petunia, don't let them get me.

Petunia can't hear you now.

Boy, you is gone.

Here I is, Petunia.

Don't look at him. Look at me.

How you expect Petunia

to see your spirit?

To her, you just a hunk of thin air.

- Little Joe, your hands is cold.

- Course they is. I'm dead.

Oh, Lord, something's wrong

down here. I feel it.

- You ain't gonna let him die, are you?

- That's right, Petunia, pray.

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