Fallen Angel Page #2

I'll think about it.

We thank thee, O Lord, for our daily bread

and for our many blessings.

Amen.

[Ballad On Jukebox]

- Doughnut?

- No, thanks.

[Bell Jingles]

- Like to make a few extra dollars?

- How?

Push these tickets

with your customers.

- Giveyou 20% of all you sell.

- Sure. What are they for?

That spook meeting tonight, featuring

the one and only Professor Madley.

- No.

- Why not?

- If the ladies' auxiliary don't want 'em,

I don't want 'em.

- Don't worry about the women.

- They wouldn't miss hearing Abraham Mills.

- Mills?

The professor's bringing him back,

with a message.

- I don't believe in it.

-What's the difference?

You can still make yourself some money.

No, I don't wanna

get mixed up in anything.

- Pop. Coffee, please.

- Right away.

[Man Singing]

Here he is, Professor.

Your old friend Eric Stanton.

Old friend?

I don't recall.

- Buffalo, Schenectady.

- Sorry, I still can't remember.

- Let me see-

- Relax, Professor. We've never met before.

Last night, in my room,

you said-

- And you never met him?

- Glad to meet you now, Professor.

Delighted, Mr. Stanton. Well, all the

signs point to a prosperous association.

- Dollar signs.

- I've sold a batch of tickets already.

- Couple of beers, please.

- [Pop] Okay. Coming up.

I heard from my assistant here

that you really work wonders.

Congratulations

on your success, my boy.

We'll have sell out

after sell out.

Well, okay.

You know, I never believed that you

could talk Miss Mills into buying tickets.

I just had a call from her sister

to reserve a couple.

They're coming over to get a message

from their old man.

- Right, Professor?

- Ah, yes.

I had a visitation from him

on U.S. Route 101.

He definitely

arrives tonight.

What do you say, Pop?

Now do you believe it?

He definitely arrives

tonight, sir.

He better arrive tonight.

He's your main attraction.

Uh, dig up

the vital facts, Ellis.

Who is Mills, and what

does he wanna come back for?

- Okay. See you later.

- Wait a minute. Leave me one of these.

Oh, Pop. Let me

hang this up in here...

and I'll give you a couple of tickets

to the best show in town.

- All right. Go ahead.

- There you are.

Eric, my boy, you got a great calling:

spook promotion.

- You like to back that up with a fin?

- Well, gladly.

I hope to see you

in my room later.

I have a fine collection of friendly

spirits there, Scotch ancestry.

[Bell Jingles]

[Dings]

There you are, Stella.

- [Dings]

-Thank you.

Have you any idea what the deceased Mr.

Mills is going to say at the sance tonight?

- Why?

- They thought a great deal of him around here.

- You wanna be careful.

- Thanks.

[Mechanism Clatters]

[Ballad]

[Man Singing]

[Dings]

- [Continues]

-A beer, please.

That the only record

in that box?

- I like it.

- He knows what you like.

That's for his wife

to worry about.

- What does he do?

- He's from New York.

New York.

He came out here to stay,

to get his health back.

How'd he lose it?

Workin' too hard,

I guess.

He used to be a big man

back there, on the police force.

You like to come

to the show?

You askin' me?

Here.

- Never mind.

- What's the matter?

I don't go places alone.

Okay.

- Here.

- Was that four beers?

Three beers

and a cup of coffee.

[Continues]

[Bell Jingles]

- [Piano]

- You have just heard the spirits

of citizens of Walton...

who have gone on before us, and who

have returned tonight through me-

returned to tell you how happy they are

in their eternal reward.

Now, my good friends of Walton, we have come

to our last and most difficult experiment...

for which I must have

your undivided attention...

and your sincere concentration.

I feel as trange vibration

coming over me.

The vibration of a spirit

who has remained troubled...

who has found no peace or

contentment since he departed:

- Abraham Mills.

- [Murmuring]

I can feel his troubled spirit

trying to get through from beyond.

Yes, Abraham Mills.

I can hear you.

- Would you mind moving over, please?

- Yes, Abraham Mills.

[Piano Continues]

- Like it?

- Oh, yes. Very much.

You're troubled because

your daughter Clara...

has lost practically

everything you left her:

the bonds,

the orange groves.

You can't understand how she could have

trusted that man- that man-

[Whispering]

John Martin. John Martin.

John Martin, who came here

after you passed on...

and talked her

into selling everything.

Why didn't she ask the police

for help when he ran away with the money?

- Come, Clara.

- You'll find peace...

only when you know that Clara

will guard the last of the inheritance...

for herself

and her younger sister.

$25,000 in stocks-

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have made you come.

[Applause]

[Applause Stops]

Gee, that was awfully mysterious

how he knew everything.

- Say, can I ask you a favor?

- Sure. What?

- Well, you know the professor, don't you?

- Sure, I do.

I'd love to have

my fortune told.

- You think he'd do it if you ask him?

- I can tell it better myself.

- Where are we going?

- Your horoscope's up there.

- I'd like a drink.

- Okay, you're on. Where dowe go?

I know the place.

[Swing]

I like the way you talk.

I like the way you dance.

- [Ends]

- [Applause]

-Yes, sir. Two bourbons.

- Who ordered them?

- You want them?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- You said you'd tell my fortune.

Well- Uh, you don't belong

in a one-armed joint.

- No?

- Not a girl like you. You got style. Beautiful style.

You inherited that.

- Your father was a leading citizen, rich.

- [Scoffs]

- He trusted people too much.

- And?

Your mother- Her line

seems to have run out.

Don't scare me. She runs

a boarding house in San Diego...

- and my old man came from a long line of drunks.

- [Chuckles]

Anyway, there's a man in your life.

You just met him.

Tomorrow he's going

to San Francisco...

and you're gonna lie awake nights,

unable to forget him.

And what can I do

about it?

[Resumes]

[Continues]

[Waves Crashing]

Listen to that.

The sound of far-off places.

You like the sound

of the ocean?

I like the way you talk.

No. That's okay for kids,

but not for me. Not anymore.

- Where are you from?

- What has that got to do with it?

Okay, don't tell me.

I'm from New York.

Now you know.

Uh, what do you do when

you don't tell fortunes?

I help make 'em

for others.

I passed actresses, directors,

producers through a publicity mill I ran.

They came out famous,

their names in all the papers.

You know people like that?

I know all people in all places,

like 21, the Stork Club-

That's where you belong,

smothered in mink. I can see you there.

And do you see me with a ring on my

finger, somebodyto give me a home?

- Sure. Sure.

- Now, look.

Last night I made up my mind.

That's the way I want it.

He didn't see it thatway,

so I walked home, at night.

Miles before I got a ride.

Was plenty tired when I got in too.

You saw me.

- But when I make up my mind-

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