The Emperor Jones Page #3

I been transferred

to the president's private car.

Aw, that ain't nothin'.

Why, Jeff say you don't make no tips on that job.

That's why he didn't take it.

There you are. That's the difference

'tween me and Jeff.

He can't see no bigger than two bits.

Me? Why, I'd just be steppin'

to my own class on that private car.

Harrington, if there is no leak...

we stand to clean up millions.

- That's the idea. Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, Jones.

- Good night, sir.

Anything on your mind, Jones?

I's awful worried about that merger.

Sure would be bad for us

if that news got out.

"Us"? Hmm.

- How long have you been with me, Jones?

- Six weeks, sir.

Learning fast, Jones.

Almost too fast.

Got any money, Jones?

I got about 300 in the bank.

All right, you're in the pool for $300.

Thank you, sir.

And, Jones, uh...

I would rather you didn't

leave the car until Sunday.

Two days solitary,

but it'll be worth it.

- Right?

- Yes, sir.

And, Jones,

when we get back to New York...

it might be a good idea

for you to go back on your old run.

There's more room for big men

in Georgia.

Yes, sir.

Boy, you sure was born

to wear that oyster front.

Where'd you get such a good fit?

Well, the boss and me talked it over,

and he sent me to his tailor.

He said, "Jones, you got a position

to live up to now...

and you can't afford

to be careless in your attire."

You and Mr. Harrington

must be gettin' mighty thick.

We just pulled off

a little deal together.

I give him some valuable advice, and he said,

"Jones, you're learnin' fast. You're gettin' big."

And then he takes me into partnership.

- Ain't you goin' back on the Pullman no more?

- Oh, I'll stick by the job for a few more runs.

But things don't seem to be goin' quite right

on that old run of mine...

and the boss asked me to drop down that way

and straighten 'em out.

When, since I guess you'll be

down that way...

you'll probably drop in

the White House.

Well, that's an idea.

Look here,

what you tryin' to do, kid me?

Me, kid you?

Boy, you're a scream.

"Jones, you're gettin' big.

You're learnin' fast.

Then he takes me into partnership."

Come clean, big boy.

Where'd you get that money, in a crap game?

Go ahead, laugh some more.

You done laughed yourself

right off of my payroll.

Oh, honey, sweetheart, I didn't mean it.

I was only kiddin'.

No, you's too funny to live with.

Any woman is baggage what gets

heavier and heavier, the longer you totes 'em.

You got to change 'em

to keep travelin' light.

Here's $40. And good-bye!

So you was all set to do this

before you come in, huh?

Through is through.

You heard me.

Then you can go back toJeff.

He still thinks there ain't nobody like his Undine.

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