Here Comes Mr. Jordan

- Oh, he's pretty good, isn't he?

- Come on, let him have it.

Use your right.

Come on, Joe, get the left to working.

Come on, Joe.

I told you, I told you.

- That's the way to go!

- Go on.

- Go on.

- That's it. That's the way to go.

Charlie, you're looking at

the next World's Champion. Isn't he terrific?

Yeah, he'll slaughter that Murdock.

- Okay, Joe, that's enough.

- Come on, Maxie.

Only had five rounds.

Can't I have a couple more?

You heard me. I said that's enough now.

Save some of that for Murdock.

- How do I look, Pop?

- Just fair.

- Not enough speed, and quit calling me Pop.

- I'm in the pink, Pop.

You'll get plenty of training

in the next two weeks.

Break down, Maxie,

who's your favorite fighter?

Stop your clowning. Go and get your rub.

Snap out of it, Max.

We're going to do all right.

Look, Joe, I've decided to finish training

in New York...

- so we'll break camp right after lunch.

- Well, that's great.

Then I can fly myself down

this afternoon, huh?

Now, listen, Joe,

do me a favor, will you, please?

Leave that plane of yours up here and take

the train down with the rest of the gang.

- Will you do that?

- What can happen to me...

when I got my lucky sax along?

The way we're set now and within two weeks

of the greatest fight of your life...

and on our way to the championship,

why take chances?

Fine thing. Me, known as the Flying Pug.

The papers will all say,

"Flying Pug takes train."

- Fine thing.

- Oh, Joe.

I'll meet you in New York

at the gym tomorrow.

And how about the flying?

- How about a little of your favorite tune?

- Not today.

No.

That's what I said, Mr. Pendleton.

You are dead.

You don't make any sense at all.

You got me all mixed up.

- You must be a little cracked.

- I'm fast losing patience with you, sir.

And I can't waste any more time with you.

I'm due in New York and I got to get there.

Where can I find a taxi...

Hey, a plane. That's what I want.

Messenger 3,081 reporting, sir.

Five passengers.

- Territory?

- Southeast Australia.

Proceed.

"Atwater, John.

- "Gaylord, William. Zabel, Frederick."

- Zabel? That's "Z."

You're jumping from "G" to "Z."

Haven't you anyone between?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, then, call them off alphabetically.

You've been at this long enough

to know the rules.

- Yes, sir, my mistake. Sorry, sir.

- Continue.

- "Heggie, Alicia."

- Heggie?

- Now, that's better, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

"Ingle, Peter."

Hey, when's the next plane for New York?

Who do I see about a ticket?

- "Zabel, Frederick."

- Who's in charge around here?

Mr. Pendleton,

will you stop this commotion?

Commotion?

I'm just trying to find out about a plane.

What's the trouble?

Messenger 7,013 reporting, sir.

No trouble at all, sir.

There's no trouble yet,

but there's going to be plenty if...

- Are you the boss here?

- Mr. Pendleton, a little more respect.

- This is Mr. Jordan.

- Look, Mr. Jordan...

I want to get a plane for New York.

Who do I see about a ticket?

- What is the meaning of this?

- Meaning? I just explained it to you.

A very difficult case, sir.

Fought me tooth and nail

all the way up here.

Fought him? How do you like that?

Don't waste your time

listening to this comic.

He's got a screw loose someplace.

You know what he keeps telling me?

He keeps telling me I'm dead.

And you most certainly are.

Otherwise I shouldn't have taken you.

You hear that?

- I'm afraid you are.

- Are what?

Dead.

You, too, eh? You're just as crazy as...

Messenger 2,460 reporting.

Three passengers, sir.

- Territory?

- Finland.

Proceed.

"Abelius, William.

"Caliga, Maria."

Dead?

"Purmi, Jan."

Excuse me, Mr. Jordan,

but I don't quite get this.

- You wouldn't kid me?

- Mr. Pendleton.

- Why, I mean, are you sure?

- Of course.

- Yeah, but I feel all right.

- Pay no attention to him, sir.

- Is he all you gathered?

- Yes, sir.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Name?

- Pendleton, Joseph.

- No, no, you even got that balled up.

- It's Joe Pendleton, not Pendleton Joseph.

- For heaven's sake, be quiet.

Pendleton, Pendleton...

- I can't be on any list.

- Quiet, please.

No, the way I feel,

somebody's got their wires crossed.

- Somebody's made a mistake.

- A mistake? Utterly fantastic.

What did you do?

Your occupation. Musician?

No, no. That's just a hobby, like flying.

I'm Joe Pendleton.

The Flying Pug, they call me.

You know, pug?

- I'm a prizefighter.

- You were a prizefighter.

- There's no Pendleton Joseph listed.

- What did I tell you?

Oh, it can't be possible.

There must be some explanation.

I hope there is, for your sake.

- I'll see if he's on any newer listing.

- He's just got to be, sir.

What do you mean, I got to be?

If I ain't on any list, I ain't on any list.

Mr. Sloan...

contact the Registrar's Office, will you?

Ask them for everything

they have on Pendleton, Joseph.

Yes, sir.

Calling Registrar's Office.

Plane number 22, calling Registrar's Office.

I'm trying to tell you fellows,

I'm not ready for this place yet.

I never felt better in my life. I'm in the pink.

How can I be dead?

Really, sir, it isn't possible

that he could have survived.

Why, he was hurtling to earth

with the speed of a meteor.

Yeah, but I wouldn't have crashed.

I'd have pulled the ship out somehow,

if you let me alone.

Do you mean to say you took him out

of that plane before it crashed?

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