Brother Orchid Page #3

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

to the stockyards.

Whenever me and cows get together,

time just don't mean nothing.

Well, what about the curtain material?

Well, say, I'm having mighty poor luck

trying to match this here material for you.

It seems like every store in town

is just plumb out of it.

Oh, well, let it go, Clarence.

Where is your car?

I wanna borrow it for a friend of mine.

You'll do no such thing. Tell him

to pack up and get out of town.

Wait a minute, Clarence. Don't be a lug.

He can drive. You and me

sit in the back seat and talk.

Who is this mug? Can he be trusted?

Oh, sure he can. He's dumb but nice.

You'll feel sorry for him.

And he loaned me a lot of money.

Tell him to get here quick

and have plenty of gas in his car.

Okay. Clarence, you get right over here

and put plenty of gas in your car.

You know what?

You're gonna drive me

and my boyfriend out in the country.

You bet. That sure is nice of you.

Gee, honey, it's nice to have you back.

Now, that's the third time

you've told me.

You don't have to oversell it.

- What's that whistling I hear?

- That's Clarence making birdcalls.

He's awful good.

You wanna see him impersonate a robin?

What'll he do, eat a worm?

Johnny, you just don't like him.

He's awful nice.

You know what?

He loaned me $ 10,000...

...to buy out the club

and never asked for nothing.

How'd you meet him?

In a way any respectable lady

would meet a perfect gentleman.

He passed out in the club one night.

What'd you do, hold his head?

No, his wallet. But I'd give it back

to him the next night.

So you had to prove

you was dumber than him, huh?

Johnny, you're jealous

and you don't have to be.

He don't mean a thing.

You're the only one who was ever

in my life and ever will be.

I'm sorry, baby,

I think I know how you feel.

- I'm gonna give you a chance to prove it.

- How?

- Do you love me?

- Oh, do I?

Then put that robe around my legs,

will you? My ankles are getting cold.

- Who's the guy driving for him?

- I don't know.

Do you know that guy, Mugsy?

Some guy that's been hanging

around the Crescent Club.

They say Flo is the lull in his life.

Oh, yeah?

We better check up on him

when we get back.

You two wait here.

I'll only be a few minutes.

- How do you like Mr. Sarto, Clarence?

- Oh, I like him fine.

Sure makes me feel

awful discouraged, though.

Why?

He's so nice and outspoken.

Nothing put-on.

That's what I like in him.

I reckon so do the ladies.

Well, they better not.

Not while I'm around.

Gee, it must be swell.

- What?

- For Mr. Sarto.

Having a wonderful girl like you

in love with him.

- Oh, now, Clarence.

- I mean it.

I know how I'd be.

You'll meet the right girl someday,

Clarence.

You just have to feel your way.

All I wanna do is get Willie

out of here. I'm his employer.

Well, that won't be difficult.

This is a private institution.

Willie confined himself here voluntarily.

He's free to leave...

...any time he feels that he's

re-acquired his mental faculties.

Let me talk to him.

I'll tell him to get them back.

- Where is he?

- Right down the hall.

I'll show you.

Boss. Am I glad to see you.

Welcome home. Here, sit down.

Wait. Take it easy. That's what the guys

told me and it was a foul ball.

Not with me.

I'm a hundred percent for you.

Well, you better be.

I got things to tell you...

Excuse us, will you?

I wanna talk to Willie alone.

- Certainly. I'll be in the office.

- Thanks. A nice gent.

Boss, I can't get over that you're back.

Now, button your lip and listen, will you?

I got work for you to...

Move over, Willie.

I got work for you to do, see?

Now, here's what I want you to do.

Don't say nothing to them.

They're bad medicine.

Shucks, I ain't afraid of a few lunatics.

Hello, kid.

- Good morning.

- What's your boyfriend doing?

- Got something up his sleeve?

- Just ignore him, Clarence. He'll go away.

Double talk.

I reckon you boys

better go someplace else.

That's nice, fellas.

Now, come on. Come on.

That's a hot one.

- Where'd your boyfriend go, toots? Inside?

- Don't pay them no attention.

Play like they're not here.

Now, come on, fellas. Be nice boys.

Now, come on, fellas, come on.

I gotta round up a new organization.

Gonna pull a mob

that'll run Jack Buck out of the country.

You're talking. Who'll we get?

I don't know. I've been away for

five years. Times have changed.

Who do you know

tough and running around?

- What month is this?

- June. Why?

Handsome Harry Edwards'll be out.

I can grab him in Philly.

Now, who else?

A torpedo is what I'll need.

Turkey Malone is the guy. He just got back

from fighting in one of them foreign wars.

- Is he any good?

- Is he any good?

- They was paying him piecework.

- Okay. Here's what you do.

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