Brother Orchid Page #5

You ain't kissed me yet.

Well, I'll get around to that.

First I got something important to do.

Where's Willie the Knife?

In Pattonsville. That's a private sanitarium,

over in Jersey for mental disorders.

Say, he's got his nerve going crazy

just when I need him?

He ain't crazy. He's playing at it

to get away from Jack Buck.

He quit him a couple of weeks ago.

Jack Buck's a bad guy, Johnny.

Yeah, I found out about that. But don't

worry, he ain't gonna be much longer.

Oh, hello, operator,

get me the Pattonsville Sanitarium.

That's right, New Jersey.

All right, I'll hold on.

There's a rumor Jack Buck

don't like you no more.

I confirmed it.

That's why I gotta act quick.

I don't think you'll get Willie.

They're funny about guests.

Oh, I'll get him all right.

This is Little John Sarto.

How long will it take us

to where Willie's at?

- Forty minutes.

- Good. I'll tell him we'll pick him up.

Maybe he won't wanna leave.

He told me he's in a grand hideout...

...and having a swell time

with his mental disorder.

If he told you that

they ought to keep him there.

Oh, hello, Pattonsville?

Let me talk to Willie Corson.

Who am I? His grandfather.

Who do you think?

Just a moment.

The phone, Willie.

Your grandfather wants to talk to you.

Go on, the phone.

Don't keep Grandpa waiting.

That's a nice boy.

Okay, I'll bite.

But sometimes I don't know

who's being kept here.

You guys or me.

- Hello?

Oh, listen, Flathead.

- This is Little John Sarto.

- Boss!

I want you to pick up roscoes

and if you grab a torpedo or two...

Boss, you forget where I am.

They're awful peculiar up here...

...and they get hurt

if you walk out on a joint.

Just leave a note

and say that you, well, went to the store.

- That'll take care of everything.

- Of course, I ain't really wacky.

I had meself put into the joint

but the kiss-off may not be so easy.

Listen, you leave everything to me,

see? I'm back and I need you.

I ain't got no time for no red tape.

I'll be up to get you. Now, you be ready.

All right, put a hat on. We're shoving off.

- Well, I guess I don't.

- Don't what?

Don't get kissed.

All right. It's broad daylight,

but come on.

Oh, Johnny.

Mmm, mmm, mmm!

Hey.

This cowboy of yours. You sure

you ain't been doing no rehearsing?

- What do you mean?

- The way you come at me.

I don't know

whether you're gonna hug me...

...or saddle me.

- Ah, mm-hmm.

Pardon, madame.

Monsieur Fletcher is on the phone.

Oh. That's Clarence. Wait a minute.

Hello, Clarence. Say, where are you at?

I reckon you're gonna be

powerful mad at me.

For being so late in phoning you.

This morning I got

so lonesome to see a cow...

...that I went over to Jersey

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