Cabin in the Sky Page #5

Clear out of here, will you?

Maybe I'd better read it to you, huh?

You trying to tell me I can't read?

Now, go on, beat it,

while I look over my correspondence.

Okay. I was just trying to be helpful.

What in the world

is all this about anyhow?

So that's it.

That's what you've been cooking up

in your fire, you smoke-eating mole.

I told Pappy this was gonna

take you by surprise.

What do you mean by fixing it

for him to win the sweepstake?

- You're not gonna get away with this.

- This'll buy him a ticket to the boiler room.

This is the dirtiest double-cross

since Lucifer's been in business.

Why, thank you, general.

You're rather flattering today.

Can't make heads or tails

out of this thing.

- Must be an ad, I guess.

- Joseph.

That paper might lead you

into temptation.

- Throw it away.

- No, no, don't you do it.

You wouldn't want Petunia

to know about it.

Don't believe him.

Petunia would love to know about it.

- Throw it away!

- Hang on to it!

Maybe you'd better step in, Lord.

- Still here, Joe?

- I was just going.

- Going to the picture show?

- No. Me and Petunia's going...

...to a prayer meeting.

- Okay, deacon.

- I'll walk down with you.

- Okay.

Good evening, Junior.

- Does Little Joe Jackson work here?

- You just missed him, lady.

He went home.

Oh, my!

I guess we'll use the frying pan after all.

Petunia!

Honey! Petunia!

Oh, Petunia?

Where are you, Petunia?

Oh, Lily? Where'd Petunia go?

She said she's going to the store

to get you some clothes.

Oh, yeah.

Doggone, I ought to fix that roof.

That would be a fine thing to do, Little Joe.

The main idea is to keep busy, you know.

Oh, I'm too tired.

I'll fix it in the morning.

General, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Just take a look over yonder.

Hello, Little Joe.

This is bad business.

Georgia Brown.

Wha...? What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say hello

and see how you been.

Ain't no harm in that.

Is there?

Well, there ain't no harm

in passing the time of day. I guess.

It's nice to know

you're getting well again.

I hope you ain't forgot me.

Oh, I ain't forgot you.

Then maybe you'll be coming round

to Jim Henry's place to see me.

- I tell you, Georgia, it's like this.

- Yeah?

It's like this.

It seems the last time I was there,

I got into a little bit of trouble.

Oh, that. Oh, the guy

that caused all that trouble...

...that Domino Johnson, he's in jail now.

I know, but that ain't it.

Well, what is it, then?

Look at me, Little Joe.

Is you happy without seeing me?

- Well, the truth is...

- Of course you're happy.

Tell her to get away from here

before you spoil all your chances.

Tell the truth, I has been trying

my best not to think of you lately.

You has, sugar?

Why, you lying rascal. You know

you never could get her out of your mind.

Go ahead and tell her that.

Of course, I ain't saying

I altogether forgot you.

You ain't easy to erase from the mind...

...once a man gets

to know you good-like.

Why does you want

to forget me, sugar?

Well, it seems there was

a lot of reasons why...

...but for the life of me, I can't seem

to think of one of them now.

Of course, if you don't care

about me no more.

Georgia, don't talk like that.

Why, you know I'd never do anything

to hurt your feelings.

Oh, honey.

- And there goes his passport to heaven.

- Get her out of here.

Oh, this is the best fight

we've won in a long time.

Go ahead, Little Joe.

Kick over the traces.

Now, stop that, Little Joe.

Think of the consequences.

Little Joe, cut that out!

Georgia, this has got to stop.

Little Joe, you ain't fooling me none

with that there religion stuff.

I know you better than that.

You're just playing hard to get.

And I know why too.

- What are you talking about?

- This. This is what I'm talking about.

- You dropped it down at the mill.

- Oh, that's just a little old ad.

An ad? Did you read it?

You gonna be filthy with money.

- How filthy?

- Why, you big ignoramus...

...this here piece of paper says you've

drawn the horse in the Irish Sweepstake.

- Say that again, slower.

- Listen to this:

"Mr. Joe Jackson.

Dear sir, we are happy to learn...

...that you drew the horse Runaway

in the forthcoming Irish Sweepstakes...

...and that he is the favorite to win.

We hereby offer you a sum equal

to $50,000 for your interest in..."

I'm gonna be rich!

I don't know whether

I'm dreaming or not.

I'm gonna be rich.

This must be the payoff.

This must be my reward

for being a good husband.

Petunia was right. The Lord

is wonderful! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

No, no! That's not the way

it's supposed to work out.

Wait till Petunia hears this. Hallelujah!

Not quite the way you planned it, eh?

What are you gonna do

with all that money, Little Joe?

Buy Petunia all the things

she's never had.

Wait till she gets here.

But, Georgia, I wouldn't have known

about this if it hadn't been for you.

I'm gonna show you how grateful I am.

I'm gonna buy you

a diamond bracelet and a fur coat...

...maybe even

your own nightclub too.

- It's all right, Petunia.

- Oh, Little Joe...

...I love you so much more now

than I ever did.

This is the most wonderful thing

that's ever happened to me.

Little Joe!

Petunia.

You double-crossing snake.

Sneaking that woman in my house

the minute my back is turned.

- But, Petunia, you're all wrong. Listen...

- Listen for what?

Ain't I seen and heard enough already?

You gonna buy her a bracelet

with the money you earned.

What's the matter? You gone

out your mind? You gone crazy?

Yes, I'm going crazy.

And if I stand here looking at you

another minute, I'll kill you both!

Listen, let me explain something.

Joe, for the last time,

get out of my sight!

Oh, no.

Petunia.

You didn't even give him a chance.

Lord...

...why you let me love him so much...

...so he can hurt me so bad?

Why?

Hey!

Look who's present.

Knock me down

if it ain't Domino Johnson.

- When'd you get out?

- Tonight.

- Only had six months' lease on that cell.

- Welcome home.

- Glad to be with you.

- Hey, big boy.

- Hi, y'all, babes.

- Domino!

- Easy, honey, easy.

- Hello, Domino.

- Hello there, Jim Henry.

- Hi, Domino.

- Hi, Dude!

- Nobody I'd rather see than you.

- Come on, have a little drink.

- Thanks. My, my.

Things sure look prosperous.

Last time, one of the

characters tried to operate...

...with a pair

of imperfect dice, remember?

I don't think Little Joe

knew they were loaded.

- Well, he found out.

- What'll it be, Domino?

- A little rye.

- It's on the house. A little rye.

Duke Ellington's band.

Where'd all this prosperity come from?

As a matter of fact, most of the

bankroll came from Little Joe.

Yeah, he's just loaded down with money.

He give me this 20

just for shining his shoes.

You better keep him away from me.

- You don't intend to start trouble with him.

- That's up to him.

As a matter of fact,

I'm here entirely for social purposes.

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