Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #3

- Read all about it! Flying Pug story...

- That's what he thinks.

Hey, kid, give me a paper, will you?

- Extra, extra! Joe Pendleton's plane...

- Come on, give me a paper.

- Mr. Pendleton.

- That kid's goofy.

- He can't see you and he can't hear you.

- What?

- He can't see you and he can't hear you.

- Why not?

Because you are not in your body,

that's simple.

- Yeah, but I can see and hear him.

- Of course.

Well, okay, what are we waiting for?

Come on...

- let's go.

- Let's go.

If I tell him once, Charlie,

I tell him 1,000 times.

No, he's got to fly.

Who am I to tell him? Just his manager.

Just a guy that's looking after him.

Hey, Max. Be yourself, pal, look...

Will you please remember?

He can't see you and he can't hear you.

Oh, yeah.

Of course, this washes me up.

I'm quitting the game, Charlie.

I couldn't handle anybody after Joe.

Poor Max, I wish I could tell him.

Say, I don't see me around anywhere.

Where am I?

- Hey, what did they do with me?

- That's funny.

What's funny about it?

And what a champ he'd have made.

The cleanest kid that ever lived,

and a heart as big as a house.

Can't you ask him what they did with me?

"A fighter's got to live cleaner than

anybody else in the world," he used to say...

"because a lot of kids look up to fellows

like that and try to live like them."

- Hey, Max.

- Mr. Pendleton.

Cut it out. Where am I?

Come in.

Johnny.

Hello, fellows.

Hello, Mr. Corkle.

He was a swell guy, Joe was.

He'd have beat Murdock, and Gilbert, too.

That's the way I feel about it, Chip.

We brought these. Kind of late, but...

Well, you see,

we didn't know where that place was.

- You know, the...

- Crematory, yeah.

- Crematory?

- Well, thanks, fellows.

- Cremated.

- Oh, dear me.

So long, Mr. Corkle.

- Max, you dumb cluck.

- Control yourself, Mr. Pendleton.

Control myself? Don't you realize?

- What do I do now?

- Well, offhand, I'd...

Offhand, I ought to...

Come on, we're going back to Mr. Jordan.

Cremated, that's what I said.

While you guys kept me up here gabbing...

that Corkle gets my body out of the plane

and has me cremated.

- That's bad.

- Bad?

Oh, it's deplorable. I'll never forgive myself.

I feel just ghastly.

How do you think I feel?

Wait till I see that Corkle.

He can't go around burning me up like that

and get away with it.

Very bad. This complicates everything.

I have an idea, Mr. Jordan.

Couldn't we have him reborn?

Nothing doing.

I'm not going to go through that again.

Oh, no, no, no. Well, I see

I'll have to take personal charge of this.

Now you're talking, Mr. Jordan.

You gotta get busy and do something.

- I intend to. Come along, Joseph.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes