Cabin in the Sky Page #2

- Get up.

- I can't get up from this bed.

- I'm a very sick man.

- Little Joe, you ain't sick no more.

You are dead.

What are you doing here, Lucius?

What's that you called me?

Ain't you my old friend Lucius Ferry?

Lucius Fe...

You are speaking to Lucifer Jr.

Joe, the asbestos chariot is awaiting.

- Come on, grab him and let's get going.

- No, no!

- Come on.

- I ain't dead. I don't feel dead.

If you ain't...

...who is that laying in that bed?

That's me.

That's right.

Then who do you think you are?

I don't know.

I ain't never been twins before.

And you still ain't twins.

You's the spirit of that body, Little Joe.

And you're the one we've come for.

Petunia.

Petunia, don't let them get me.

Petunia can't hear you now.

Boy, you is gone.

Here I is, Petunia.

Don't look at him. Look at me.

How you expect Petunia

to see your spirit?

To her, you just a hunk of thin air.

- Little Joe, your hands is cold.

- Course they is. I'm dead.

Oh, Lord, something's wrong

down here. I feel it.

- You ain't gonna let him die, are you?

- That's right, Petunia, pray.

Pray harder. You's a faithful servant.

If Little Joe dies,

I ain't got nothing left to live for.

Don't let up, Petunia.

Keep plugging. Keep plugging for me.

I know you hear me.

If you save him on earth for me...

...l'm gonna save him

for you up in heaven.

That is terrific praying.

Come on, grab this rascal.

Let's get him out of here.

- No!

- Get that leg. Take him on out of there.

Get the legs, number four. Pull him around.

Don't let him switch up on you like that!

What's going on here?

I'm in an awful mess.

Reverend?

Who gave you orders

to incinerate this man?

We got our orders direct from

the hot seat, from the big boss hisself.

And you better keep out of this.

- You're Lucifer's boy, aren't you?

- I am.

Look like old Lucifer

been jumping the gun again.

Oh, no, he haven't either. Little Joe here's

been 1 -A on our list for a long time.

You've had lots of souls

that you didn't get.

Yes, I knows that, but Little Joe never did

do any repenting until after he was dead.

That don't count and you knows it.

What are you doing down here?

Answer me that.

I'll tell you.

We received a powerful prayer

from Petunia here.

It was the most powerful

piece of praying...

...we's heard up there in a long time.

- I was afraid of that.

Now, if you coal-heavers don't lay off

while we investigate...

...you gonna have

some explaining to do.

You don't have to check up on me,

Reverend. You know I been reforming.

I know very little about you, Joseph.

Ain't you the reverend in our church?

I am a soldier of the Lord.

And nothing must be done

till I look into this case.

Don't let him bluff you.

We've been wanting to tangle

with them birds for a long time.

Now wait a minute here.

What's the reason we can't talk

this thing over sensible-like?

Now, what does your boss want

with a no-account like Little Joe?

- You knows by rights he belongs to us.

- No, I don't, general.

And I thank you

for letting me come with you.

Wait a minute, Joseph. Not so fast.

I was told to investigate,

not to bring you up there.

But you won't be taking no chances, sir.

I can be a very handy man up there.

I can run the elevator...

...going up, tune harps

and mind cherubs, or anything.

First thing you know, you'll have a bunch

of dice-shooting angels on your hands.

Don't listen to him. Listen to Petunia.

- She knows how hard I been...

- Quiet.

I am listening to her.

Lord, if you just let him

get well again...

...I promise you I'll get him back

in the fold.

- But I promise you...

- Hold on here.

How come Petunia there knows

what we're talking about?

I don't know.

Petunia's always been

in pretty close touch with the Lord.

But this is a new one on me.

Looks like the Lord

is letting her in on something.

That's strictly against the rules

for human beings down here.

This is a problem.

Sergeant Fleetfoot.

- Yes, sir.

- Better zoom up...

...and get a firsthand judgment

from the Lord.

Yes, sir. I won't be a minute, general.

- No stunting, now.

- Oh, no, sir.

Now, what for you wanna go

through all this rigmarole?

You just messing up the bookkeeping.

I tell you what I'll do.

- I'll shoot you for him.

- Okay, you're faded.

Oh, no, Little Joe. Not you, him.

- You're a lot of trouble to us, Little Joe.

- Trouble?

Just wait until your boss starts checking up

on his carryings-on with Georgia Brown.

Maybe you didn't know

she's my pappy's favorite child.

We know all about

that Georgia Brown affair.

- It's a long black mark against you.

- Little Joe just weak.

He was trying to get away

from that old Georgia Brown...

...but she just overpowered him.

This coaching from the sideline

has gotta stop.

That's dirty pool and you knows it.

Petunia's right, sir.

I was trying to get rid of that woman.

And I was making headway too.

Why, only last week

I says to her... I says:

"Georgia, we can't go on like this.

Why, it's grieving

poor Petunia something fierce."

Oh, Little Joe, careful, now.

Well, that's what I thought anyhow.

Don't forget, we can read

your thoughts up there too.

Well, that's what I ought to thought.

Little Joe, we's gonna have

Georgia Brown with us before long.

You are, sure enough?

Makes no neverminds to me.

No, sir.

That's right where she belongs.

Little Joe, that thought that weaseled

through your soul just now...

...convinces me that you're not fit

to associate with our folks up there.

It's just too dangerous.

Oh, my.

I'm just about the most miserablest person

what ever died.

Boy, you ain't half as miserable

as you gonna be.

Petunia!

Petunia, help!

Little Joe, you ain't breathing.

- Lily, Lily!

- I heard you, Petunia.

Oh, Lord, you ain't gonna let him die.

You ain't forsaken me, have you?

Lily! Little Joe ain't breathing.

- I'm afraid it's all over now, Petunia.

- Don't say that.

The Lord's not taken Little Joe from me

so I won't see him again.

You better come get some rest.

If it wasn't for the best, the Lord

never would've let this happen to you.

No.

Lord, I've heard your voice.

And I'm hanging on to my faith in you,

no matter what happens.

- But don't take Little Joe from me.

- Okay. It's all right.

Don't take him.

You certainly have been

a heartache to her, Little Joe.

General, I'm a rat.

Sergeant Fleetfoot,

you made good time.

The flying was good, general.

- Tail wind all the way.

- What's the Lord's verdict?

The Lord said Little Joe

ain't no fit company for our folks.

Oh, me. The jig's up.

But you ain't heard

the whole thing out yet.

- There's a proviso.

- A what?

Quote, "On account

of Petunia praying so hard...

...the Lord done give him leave to stay

on this earth for six months more.

If he whitewash his soul

in that time...

...he makes the grade with heaven."

- And what if he don't?

"Lucifer Sr.

Gets permanent control," unquote.

- You know Little Joe's never gonna change.

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