At the Circus Page #6

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You'll get your check tomorrow night|as agreed.

Tell me, suppose through|some strange quirk of fate...

that Jardinet couldn't get here?

Would you be interested|in any other form of entertainment?

Say some novel surprises|wrapped in sawdust?

Why, it's unthinkable.|Jardinet must get here.

After all, $7,500 for one night's|entertainment is a lot of money.

$7,500 is a pretty penny,|but my client needs $10,000...

for reasons that should be|pretty obvious by now.

I hate to bring up money matters|in a bedroom, but...

But what?

Just write me out a check for $10,000...

and everybody will be happy,|including the gorilla...

and I do mean you.

But we agreed on $7,500.

But you do not know|about the rate of exchange.

You see, in "la belle France..."

$7,500 is over 150,000 francs...

while in this country, $7,500...

is, well, $7,500.

That is fluctuation.

Very well.|Anything to make the party a success.

This will be the most successful|surprise party you have ever given.

But it's not a surprise party.

What will you bet?

By this time tomorrow,|you'll be in Chicago.

Then what?

It's really a swell break for you, Julie.

The Miracle Shows have a fine outfit.

They're gonna be crazy about you.

What are you gonna do, Jeff?

I'll have plenty to do.

Six days a week I'll think about you.

On Sunday I'll look for a job.

Fine chance you'll have of finding a job|on Sunday.

That's just the point.

No job on Sunday, so I'll have|six more days to think about you.

When Sunday comes around,|no job, I'll have six more days.

Do we know what we're doing?

Two blind loves

Don't know what month it is

Or the time of day

Don't know if we're in Brooklyn

Or in Mandalay

I only know

The sun started to shine

The day that I looked into your eyes

And you looked into mine

Two blind loves

Babes in the wood

We've got it, oh, so bad

But isn't it good?

We're on a bumpy road, it's true

But heaven is in view

For two blind loves

Are you sleeping?

With all this trouble,|with Jeff losing the circus tomorrow...

how can you fall asleep?

You count sheep?

How many sheep do you have to count|before you fall asleep?

One? You're an insomaniac.

You know,|we look every place for the money...

but there's one place we don't look.|That's Goliath's room.

Wait. You run away, too, like the lawyer?|You're a coward.

No, you're not a regular coward.

You're a brave coward.

Tell me, how does Goliath sleep?

With his eyes closed? That's news.

What I mean is, does he sleep good?

Like a top. I gets wise.

That's fine. Now, we got work to do.

Get your clothes. Come on.

This is Goliath's room. Keep quiet.

He's asleep like a baby.

Now we got to look for the money.|It's better we work in the dark.

We got to work fast.|I look over there. You look over there.

If anything happens, we meet right here.

That's fine. Go ahead.

Quick, hide.

We got to find the money in a hurry.|Maybe he's sleeping on it.

All right. I look in the pillow.|You look under the blanket. Go on.

You no find it? It's not in here either.

Santa Claus,|it looks like a white Christmas.

If he wakes up, I pity us.

Here, hold that. Hold it. I got an idea.

This will make Goliath sleep.

What you do? Wake up.

Wake up, Punchy.

Punchy, wake up.

See? I sing a lullaby, and you wake up.|That's fine.

Maybe the money's in the mattress.

Punchy, what are you doing?

Punchy, get down.

- Porter.|- Yes?

Help!

Come on.

Let's get out of here. Come on, Punchy.

Yeah. So long.

Is there a Jeff Wilson on the train?

I'm Jeff Wilson. Why?

Long-distance been trying to get you|all along the line.

- Long-distance?|- Yeah.

You can use this telephone, young man.|Ask for the Newport operator.

Hello, Jeffrey. This is the legal eagle.

I'm calling from Dukesbury Manor.

Never mind what I'm doing here.|I've got a great scheme.

Listen.

- How much?|- $10,000.

She thinks she's getting Jardinet|and his orchestra.

But I have a sneaking suspicion|Jardinet's not going to show up.

- lf we can only get away with it.|- Certainly.

You play the circus|right on your aunt's front lawn.

Be very quiet|while you're setting the tents up.

And keep the elephants|out of the flowerbed.

You take care of that end...

I'll get the circus there by tomorrow night|if it's the last thing I do.

Oh, boy.

Operator.

Get me the steamship "Normandie."|Where is it? It's in the water.

Why, I can't believe it.

But I tell you,|the man's name is not Jardinet.

His real name is D.T. O'Connor.

There must be some mistake.

Are you sure?

It's the biggest dope ring in years,|and Jardinet is the head dope.

Keep him in the brig|until I can dig up some more dope.

This is operator 77 B signing off.|That is all.

It's always those three top buttons.

I'll make it. I used to be a riveter|on the Golden Gate Bridge.

- There you are.|- Thank you.

Now then, tell me,|how do you like the bandstand?

I had it built especially for Jardinet.|Will he like it?

If he ever sees it.

Yes, Whitcomb.

Pardon me, madam...

but here are the seating arrangements|for your final approval.

No, Whitcomb.|Judge Chanock will sit on my left hand...

and you will sit on my right hand.

How will you eat? Through a tube?

376, 377, 378, 379, 380, 381...

382, 383, 384, 385, 386, 387...

388, 389, 390...

91, 92, 93, 94, 95...

96, 97...

398, 399, 400.

They all showed up.|Looks like no second helpings.

Ladies and gentlemen...

on behalf of our gracious, charming,|and lovely hostess...

I say to you:

Good evening, friends.

- And now, let's lap up the vittles.|"- Monsieur," control yourself.

Find Mr. Loophole.|Tell him we'll be ready in five minutes.

Sure, Jeff. Five minutes.

- M. La Fontaine?|- What is it, my little smorgasbord?

It's 5 minutes of 10:00,|and they're not here yet.

It takes time.|You know how elephants are.

- Elephants?|- Who said anything about elephants?

Give me that.|You've had quite enough of this.

Elephants. At your age.

And since Mrs. Dukesbury|and her checkbook...

are entirely responsible|for this magnificent shindig...

I suggest we give the kid a great big hand.

I'm sure Marie Antoinette|would like to say a few boring words.

Can I quote you on that?

Relax. Your entertainment|is practically ready.

Go on. Get in there and fight.

- Oh, dear.|- You should cut out starches.

Please hurry.

Say, have you got a slow leak?

Now, if no one cares for more coffee,|we'll all be going.

I'll have another cup of coffee.

Don't leave me, Suzanna.|Can't you see that I love you?

There. You dragged it out of me.|I love you, all of you.

I love you feverishly.|Have you got a thermometer on you?

Not here, "monsieur."

I can't help it. It's just the animal in me.

Do you get it? I don't care what you do,|as long as the show don't go on.

Now get going. Come on.

- So Carter has friends. You better beat it.|- Says you.

Thanks, Punchy. Just in time.

Stop that.

Help! Police!

Get him, Punchy. Attaboy.

I bet Carter's behind this.|Let's find him. Go on.

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