Here Comes Mr. Jordan Page #8

- Well, what's the idea? What's the matter?

It's very distressing news, Mr. Pendleton.

You can't use Farnsworth's body anymore.

- Just what do you mean?

- Just what I say.

But you're crazy.

You told me I was going to be champ.

- But not with Farnsworth's body.

- Why not?

- It wasn't meant to be that way.

- Why not?

Don't keep saying, "Why not?"

- You must just believe me.

- I believe nothing.

You can't pull this on me.

Why don't you guys get together for once?

Mr. Pendleton, you haven't much more time

to stay in Farnsworth.

I'm not even listening.

Mr. Jordan said okay,

and this is the way it's going to be.

- Oh, dear.

- Oh, dear, nothing.

Now you go back and tell whoever's

pulling this that there's no soap.

I'm laughing, see? Now, get out of here.

And stay out. You're bad news.

You're always gumming up the works.

Bruce, I really must leave.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I'll take you to your car.

- Something's happened?

- No. No.

Bruce.

- Yeah?

- What's troubling you?

Nothing, I...

You gotta believe one thing:

We got a great life ahead, you and me.

Nobody can take that away from us.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- I'm trying to memorize your face.

I'm trying to memorize

everything about you...

so that no matter what happens,

I won't forget you.

- What might happen?

- Now, don't be scared. Just look at me.

- You wouldn't forget me, either, would you?

- No, never.

No, of course, you wouldn't.

But if something did happen...

No, it won't, though.

It won't.

But supposing... You wouldn't forget...

I mean, the thing you said you saw in me.

You remember

you said you saw something in my eyes?

Well, if someday,

somebody came up to you...

it might even be a fighter, and acted like

he'd seen you someplace before...

you'd notice the same thing in him.

Even if you thought you did,

you'd give him a break...

'cause he might be a good guy.

I don't understand you.

I'm just crazy. Don't mind me.

I never want to lose you.

That's all I'm trying to say...

and I'm never going to.

Good night.

Joe, I'll have to talk to you.

What do you want, Mr. Jordan?

It isn't true, is it?

About giving up Farnsworth.

You're not going to ask me to do that now,

are you?

- It's not up to me, my boy.

- But, why, why?

Now that we've got everything going great,

after all the trouble we've been in?

- I can't give up Farnsworth now.

- Joe.

- You told me I was going to be champ.

- You will be, but on another road.

But why not as Farnsworth?

I got his body in the pink.

Max is out getting the fight.

- I'm all ready. Why not as Farnsworth?

- Because it wasn't meant to be that way.

That's no answer.

On the contrary, it's the perfect answer.

But there's Bette.

I love her and she loves me as Farnsworth.

You can't ask me to give her up

and forget her now.

No, if that was meant to be, it will be.

I can't believe anything you tell me now.

Yeah? Max?

I knew it.

It is? When?

That's great.

Yeah, no. No, not tonight. See me tomorrow.

Make it early, will you?

Nice work, Max.

You see, Mr. Jordan,

Max has got the fight with Murdock.

It's all settled.

- I can't switch now.

- You haven't much time.

Don't talk like that. Listen, Mr. Jordan.

Just let me get through this fight,

work it out somehow with Bette.

- Give me a little time. You can fix it.

- There's no time left at all now, Joe.

Then I say no.

No, you're not going to play tricks

with my life again.

I am going to stay like I am.

You cannot change

the course of your destiny.

We'll see about that.

You think you can pry me loose

from Farnsworth...

you go ahead and try it.

- Something's holding me back. I can't move.

- Sorry, Joe.

- Let me go, will you?

- You wouldn't get very far.

- Let me go and I'll show you.

- Very well.

And, now, goodbye, Mr. Jordan.

It was them two.

Call the police.

Mr. Jordan.

- Mr. Jordan.

- Don't fight, Joe. Leave Farnsworth.

This is it, huh?

And Farnsworth,

what's going to happen to him now?

Just earthly remains

for them to dispose of now.

And me, Mr. Jordan? Me, Joe Pendleton?

Why, you and I will be moving again, Joe,

and searching.

Mr. Jordan, Bette.

Don't fight, Joe. Leave Farnsworth.

Now, we've got him on our hands again.

Oh, dear me.

The majordomo.

Good morning, my good man.

Tell the master of the house that

Old Faithful is here with glad tidings.

Mr. Corkle, I'm sorry,

but Mr. Farnsworth is not at home.

- How come?

- It seems he went out last night...

and never returned.

- Went out? Where'd he go?

- I don't know, sir.

It's all very strange. He left no word

and took no clothing of any kind with him.

Say, what is all this?

What's going on around here?

He was to meet me here early.

He wouldn't run out on me like that.

Mr. Corkle, evidently Mr. Farnsworth

changed his mind about fighting.

Evidently you don't know

what you're talking about.

He might change his mind about

everything else, but not that. I know.

I'd advise you to drop the matter

until Mr. Farnsworth sends for you.

Drop nothing.

There's something awful fishy about this,

and I'm going to find out what it is.

For four days now, no sign of him.

They can't kid me.

He's disappeared, and I think it's foul play...

because Mr. Farnsworth wants to see me,

and if he could, he would.

Now, what I want you to do is to check

every hotel, railroad, hospital, and morgue.

Oh, listen. Listen, Lefty, you must listen.

Now, look, all the police in the country

are looking for him.

They've gotta find him.

Give me one more day.

No, it's off, Max.

Murdock and me ain't waiting

for no screwball millionaire.

Murdock's fighting Gilbert on the seventh.

There goes my fight.

Fine mess you got me into.

- Weeks now and no body yet.

- Joe, you won't be cheated.

In the final reckoning,

everything will be accounted for.

...still unsolved. Read all about it.

Farnsworth disappearance still unsolved.

Police again questioning principals.

More questioning.

They'll be dragging Bette in again.

You wanted to see the fight. Shall we go in?

Hey, wait. My saxophone.

That's why everything's going wrong.

- I left it at Farnsworth's. Let's go get it.

- Now?

- Yeah. We got time before the fight.

- Very well, Joe.

Last time I remember it, it was on the piano.

I've called you all together again

because I want to go over every step...

since the night Mr. Farnsworth disappeared.

Now, we better start all over.

Maybe I missed something.

Maybe somebody forgot something,

but I'm going to crack this case.

Then you better call in Houdini.

Miss Logan.

You said it was approximately 8:30

when you left Mr. Farnsworth that night?

Yes.

And you brought some papers for him

to sign?

- Yes, for my father.

- Hey, Joe.

Joe, are you here?

Oh, Joe.

And you haven't heard

from Mr. Farnsworth since...

- by telephone or in any way?

- No.

Come on, Joe. Where are you?

Oh, Joe, be a good guy, will you?

I ain't slept in three weeks.

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