Fallen Angel Page #2

I'm busy.

[Stanton]

So is Professor Madley.

Appointments with the dead

from coast to coast...

yet this soul of generosity

finds time...

to drop in on Walton

to deliver a message of hope.

[Clara] For money.

He's a charlatan, a fraud.

- Not the Professor Madley.

- Pretending to commune with the dead.

Now, look. He and Ellis are just a couple of

struggling artists trying to make a living...

like fortune-tellers

or a vaudeville team.

I won't let the poor,

gullible people of Walton be fooled.

If my father were alive, these fakers

would never have gotten a license.

- Your father?

- Yes. Abraham Mills was a real mayor.

He wouldn't have stood by and let frauds

take advantage of honest people.

Wait a minute.

What if Mayor Mills...

would like to make another speech,

or tell you something?

- Suppose he's depending-

- Suppose you leave right now.

Suppose I do.

But don't forget.

The curtain goes up tonight at 8:00.

Birds of a feather.

They won't hatch anything here.

Trading on people's

sacred feelings.

Everything that's dear

held up to ridicule...

by frauds in a trance,

rapping on a table.

We won't have any of the cheap,

vulgar tricks of spiritualism here.

- You think I'm wrong?

- I think he's right.

But how can he be? June,

don't be taken in by his glib manner.

He meant it. Just two people

trying to make a living.

-Why can't they make an honest living?

- Are we to judge?

Well, it's too late now.

There's nothing we can do about it.

-Yes, there is.

- What?

We can buy two tickets. If we go,

everybody else will. Shall I call the hotel?

I'll think about it.

We thank thee, O Lord, for our daily bread

and for our many blessings.

Amen.

[Ballad On Jukebox]

- Doughnut?

- No, thanks.

[Bell Jingles]

- Like to make a few extra dollars?

- How?

Push these tickets

with your customers.

- Giveyou 20% of all you sell.

- Sure. What are they for?

That spook meeting tonight, featuring

the one and only Professor Madley.

- No.

- Why not?

- If the ladies' auxiliary don't want 'em,

I don't want 'em.

- Don't worry about the women.

- They wouldn't miss hearing Abraham Mills.

- Mills?

The professor's bringing him back,

with a message.

- I don't believe in it.

-What's the difference?

You can still make yourself some money.

No, I don't wanna

get mixed up in anything.

- Pop. Coffee, please.

- Right away.

[Man Singing]

Here he is, Professor.

Your old friend Eric Stanton.

Old friend?

I don't recall.

- Buffalo, Schenectady.

- Sorry, I still can't remember.

- Let me see-

- Relax, Professor. We've never met before.

Last night, in my room,

you said-

- And you never met him?

- Glad to meet you now, Professor.

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