Man on the Flying Trapeze Page #3

Oh. Oh, that's fine.

Merciful heavens. | What happened?

Oh. Oh.

Why couldn't I fall | on a small, dull one?

I caught them down here | drinking your applejack.

Oh, you did, eh? Oh. By the way, | would you like a drink yourself?

I don't mind if I do.

Oh, good. Oh.

You got the glass right here with | you, haven't you? Yeah. All right.

For two pins, I'd box your...

Are you sure those | handcuffs are on tightly?

Oh, they're safe.

For two pins, | I'd box both your ears.

Ah, you know how to turn | it on, you been here before.

Take your filthy hands | off there!

There you are, Officer. | Thanks.

Wait a minute, | I'll join you. Okay.

That's the old Jersey way of | getting it out of the barrel.

My best respects. | Fine.

Quiet. Cut it out, boys.

Tone it down a little. | Tone it down a little, huh?

Do you remember that tune?

We used to sing it up at the old | Tehachapi Glee Club many years ago.

Brings back fond memories.

Before I was married.

It's a quartet.

Merciful heavens, | he's singing with them now.

Ambrose! Ambrose?

Ambrose!

It's all right, dear. It's all | right, we got them hand-ironed...

They're handicapped... | Handiwork...

The... They got their hands | all tied up.

I got them, | but they can't do a thing.

Yeah, the police ambulance | is down in here. Yeah.

All right, don't worry, dear. Go | right back to sleep. All right.

Goodbye, goodbye, | goodbye, goodbye.

She can hear every word | you say down here,

up through this pipe, | so keep quiet.

She's awfully nervous. | Awfully nervous.

Say, look here.

These boys seem all right.

Let's let them go if they | promise never to do it again.

Oh, no, no, nothing doing. | This is my bread and butter.

I got to take them in.

Oh? | Yeah.

Oh, you'll have to go along, too. Why?

To appear against them.

By the way, I'll have to take a jug | of this applejack along as evidence.

Go ahead.

Now, listen, Mr. Wolfinger, | I'll go through the window first,

and you see that they get out.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, | wait a minute, wait a minute.

That leaves me down here with | them alone. Wait a minute, now.

Why can't I go out the window first, | and then I wait for... With them...

I'll be with them, too, | out there, won't I?

I'll tell you what to do, | we'll all go out together.

All right. Come on, | come on. Get out.

Go ahead, go ahead, | go ahead, now. Up!

Gosh.

Ambrose!

What are you doing | down in that cellar?

If you have apprehended the | criminals, come up here and go to bed.

Keep quiet, boys.

I don't want anybody to see me prowling | around in the middle of the night

dressed like this.

What time is it?

What time is it?

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