Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #4

what he'll see will be Farnsworth.

Mr. Farnsworth,

there's a Miss Logan here to see you.

Yeah, I know.

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- Well, I mean, I'll be right out.

I'll be right down.

Look you're kidding me.

I wouldn't fool anybody.

You'll fool everybody. Open that door.

I'm sorry to have made such a racket,

Mr. Farnsworth...

but I thought something

had happened to you.

Yeah, well, something did happen...

but it's all right now.

- You sure you're feeling all right, sir?

- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah, Miss Logan. I'll go right down.

- Mr. Farnsworth, your clothes.

- Yeah, I better put on some clothes.

- Will you sit down, sir?

- He never batted an eye.

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- Remember, people can hear you now.

- Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Forgot what, sir?

Nothing.

But they still can't see you

or hear you, huh?

- No.

- Who can't see or hear who, sir?

Nobody.

- I was just thinking.

- Yes, sir.

"Mr. Farnsworth," he calls me,

looking right at me.

How do you do it, Mr. Jordan?

If there were no mystery left to explore,

life would get rather dull, wouldn't it?

You've got an alibi for everything.

If we can get away with this down there,

we're terrific.

You'll get more terrific by the minute, Joe.

Well...

taking pretty long, isn't he?

- Perhaps he won't come down at all.

- Julia.

So why don't you go?

There's no help for you.

Your father's in jail to stay.

Mr. Farnsworth.

Bruce.

Hello.

Hello, Miss Logan, I'm glad to see you.

Mr. Farnsworth, I...

I'd like to speak to you privately.

Yeah, sure, why not?

How about in there?

Mrs. Farnsworth looks a little pale

around the gills.

She looks like she's gonna...

She did.

Well, here we are.

Sit down, Miss Logan.

We'll have a little talk.

Mr. Farnsworth, I came here hoping

that you'd at least listen to me.

Yeah, sure, of course, I'll listen. I...

- What's that?

- Your tea, sir.

- My tea?

- Yes, sir.

Oh, yeah. Put it down.

Tea, that's fine.

We have some tea, Miss Logan.

What do you say?

No, thanks.

Well, you better have some.

You look kind of nervous.

Go on, sit down.

Everything's going to be all right.

- How do you like it? Straight?

- I don't want any.

All right. All right.

I just want one thing.

I want you to get my father out of jail.

- Yeah, that's right. He is in jail, isn't he?

- As if you didn't know.

Well, I did but I didn't.

- You must know that you put him there.

- Well, Farnsworth did.

I mean, you see, I'm not...

Well, you know how it goes.

For instance,

if you want to change overcoats...

- This is hardly the time for jokes.

- I'm not joking, Miss Logan.

- Then admit it. You did put my father in jail.

- All right, I did.

But I didn't have anything to do with it.

I can explain it to you.

- But you'd just think I was balmy.

- I don't understand a word you're saying.

I was afraid of that.

Will you sit down, Miss Logan?

You're just trying to put me off.

You're trying to make a fool out of me.

You think you can laugh me out of it

as if I were a child.

Look, your father's going to be all right,

Miss Logan.

Another Farnsworth trick.

They told me it was no use coming here

to talk to you.

- Oh, now, listen.

- I knew you were cruel...

but to play with people like this

and torture them.

Look, Miss Logan,

I promise you I'll get your father out.

Joe.

That was great.

I certainly fixed that up.

- She likes me a lot.

- She will in time.

I'm poison to her. It won't work.

No use wasting any time

inside of Farnsworth.

You better get me out of this,

this overcoat...

- and let's get moving, Mr. Jordan.

- She is wonderful though, isn't she?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd give my right arm

if I could help her.

You promised you would, didn't you?

You can't very well move on

until you made good.

Yeah, but there's no use.

I don't even know what to do.

Bruce Farnsworth

can do anything he wishes.

- I'll have to be leaving you now, Joe.

- What?

- My work's piling up. I have to get back.

- But you can't leave me holding the bag.

Not when I'm in a mess like this.

I don't know anything

about stocks and finance.

Finance is merely a matter of the heart being

in the right place...

so you'll be surprised

how easily it will all come to you.

Yeah, but couldn't you stick around

for just a little while...

- just till I get the hang of things?

- I'll be back whenever you need me, Joe.

- Yeah, but...

- Excuse me.

Wait.

Mr. Jordan.

Pardon, sir?

Mr. Jordan.

- Where'd you get that?

- From your bathroom, sir.

- I can't imagine how it got there.

- Yeah, I put it there.

You put it there, sir?

No wonder I wasn't getting the breaks.

I didn't have my lucky sax along.

Pardon me, sir, but I never saw that before.

That's it.

Tell that what's-his-name

to come down here, will you?

- Who, sir?

- You know, that secretary.

- Mr. Abbott?

- Yeah, Abbott. That's it.

- Get him down here right away, will you?

- Yes, sir.

Knew I'd start clicking with you around.

No, I'm fine now.

It gave me cold chills, Tony.

- How can he still be alive?

- I was certain he was dead.

I held him under long enough.

And to see him walk into that room,

grinning like a hyena...

It's creepy.

Do you think he knows what we tried to do?

Lmpossible. He was asleep.

Come in.

Pardon me.

Mr. Farnsworth would like

to see you immediately, Mr. Abbott.

Very well.

What's that?

- A saxophone, madam.

- Well, who's playing it?

- Mr. Farnsworth.

- Mr...

But he doesn't know how

to play a saxophone.

He evidently does, madam.

It was in his bathroom, and he put it there.

I'd better go right down.

You sent for me, Mr. Farnsworth?

Yeah.

What are you looking at?

- I didn't know you played a saxophone.

- Yeah, well, a lot of people don't know it.

Even after they see me playing it,

they don't know it.

You get used to it after a while.

Are you sure you feel quite well,

Mr. Farnsworth?

Yeah, I feel fine...

- and I'm going to stay that way.

- Why, of course.

Now, let's get down to business.

I got something kind of important

on my mind.

Oh, I have a memo from Gibbons, sir.

He thinks we should buy

10 million bushels of July wheat.

- Oh. Oh, he does, does he?

- Immediately.

10 million bushels of wheat.

- Where'll we put it?

- Have your little joke, sir...

- but surely we can't ignore...

- Well, never mind about that.

I'm only interested in one thing.

That's this Logan business.

I've been talking it over

with a friend of mine.

- You mean J.B., of course?

- No, no. Just J.

It doesn't sound so good.

I want to get it straightened out.

- I want to get Mr. Logan out of jail.

- With fraud pinned on him like this?

Pinned? Well, who pinned it on him?

- Well, naturally...

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

So, let's unpin it.

Anything, only get him out.

Mr. Farnsworth, you realize this places

the entire responsibility on your shoulders.

You'll have to buy back every share

of that worthless stock...

- and that's impossible.

- Well, who's got it?

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