I Love You Again Page #6

It's about the robbery last night.

The robbery.

Hello, Mr. Wilson! Glad to see you back.

- Well, how are you, Sergeant? | - We're hot on the trail while it's still fresh.

The spirit of Habersville.

You remember Malavinsky, | our fingerprint expert?

- How do you do, Mr. Wilson? | - Yes, of course. Yeah, very well.

- Meet Sergeant... Dr. Ryan and... | - Hi, Doctor.

- Hi, Sergeant. | - Mr. Malavinsky, our fingerprint expert.

How do you do, sir?

Hey, don't!

My, how you scared me.

What's the matter? Have I done something?

Now they'll be your fingerprints!

They'll be my...

Oh, dear, how stupid of me!

Come on, Joe. It's no use now.

Guess we'd better mosey along. Well, so long.

So long, friend.

I'll see you again.

Smithson's waiting in my | office. He wants an answer.

What are you going to do? | Have you thought it over?

Have your changed your mind?

Well, Chief, you're going to be | surprised by what I say to that.

I knew you'd come around. That's | great. I'll go tell him right now.

- Here's all your mail, Mr. Wilson. | - Yes.

- I've got good news for you, Mr. Wilson. | - Oh, yes?

Very good news. Seventy hours | from the kiln to shipping.

Seventy hours? Seventy. | Why, that's fine. Fine.

- Okay, Mr. Wilson. | - Stupid of me.

It's the Hendrickson order. | He wants ninety gross of X-245

and prompt delivery, and we're out of stock.

Hello. Well, now, that's | a very important question.

You better call me back after lunch. Yes.

We're trying it in tile and | clay. Shall we make up a bisque?

Well, have you taken it up with Mr. Sims?

He referred me to you.

How long have you been with us?

- Twelve years. | - Twelve years.

Then you decide.

What? But Mr. Wilson, you | always said that you...

But it's a new policy. From | now on, every man is on his own.

That goes for you, and you, and everybody.

Well, it seems to be out of order.

Been changed since I've been away?

Here we are. Yes?

Mrs. Wilson would | like to see you for just a moment.

Yes, yes, by all means. | Have her come right in.

If you boys will excuse me... Mrs. Wilson.

And remember, boys, individuality, | that's what makes a firm.

Making our own decisions. | Taking responsibility.

It builds character and | gets the best results.

- Yes, Mr. Wilson. | - Certainly, Mr. Wilson.

- Scram. | - I get it.

- Good morning, Doctor. | - Good morning, Mrs. Wilson.

Now, don't tell me, I know.

You just couldn't stand | being apart any longer.

You needed me. No, no, here, | this'll be more comfortable.

There we are. Now.

It's the 15th.

The 15th? Yes, yes, yes.

That means that tomorrow is the 16th.

It's just continually amazing | to me the things you can think of

to keep from writing a check.

A check?

The 15th.

I guess we've established that, all right.

That would be how much?

You know perfectly well how much.

Well, what I meant was that maybe

we could just make it a lump sum this time.

How about $200?

What?

Well, that's just for | the time being, of course.

- Have you struck oil? | - Oil?

That's rich.

Suppose I give it to you in cash.

Now, if you run short, you just call on me.

Don't wake me up. Let me dream.

Larry, can you get | with Joe and me right away?

I'm very sorry, Chief, but | something very important has come up.

I've got to go out right away. With my wife.

- With me? I'm going shopping. | - You need a man's advice.

No, no, the last time I | went shopping with you,

I wound up in a cut-price Mother Hubbard.

Well, you won't end up | in a Mother Hubbard today.

You said something about nightgowns?

Well, Larry, we're running | up a tremendous bill.

Now, don't you worry. I'm the | penny pincher in our family.

Here we are.

I'd like to look at some...

The complaint department is | on the third floor, Mr. Wilson.

What's eating her?

- The same old pillowcase. | - Pillowcase?

The one they advertised for | $2.69 and charged you $2.98 for.

You were only going to have her arrested.

Yes, yes. That's right. Well, I wish I had.

Can I help you, Mrs. Wilson? Mr. Wilson.

Yes, yes. Mrs. Wilson would | like to look at some nightgowns.

Oh, yes. This is the model | you usually buy, Mrs. Wilson.

- Well, wrap it up. | - Yes, sir.

And burn it.

But you'll like this, Mr. Wilson. It's | reduced to a special price this week.

You know, I think I could whip up

something niftier than that | myself out of old flour sacks.

- Well, it's the cheapest we have. | - But I don't want anything cheap.

I want something expensive.

Mr. Hymes.

- How do you do, Mr. Wilson? | - How do you do?

Mr. Wilson said he wants | to buy something expensive.

Somebody's making fun of | us today, eh, Mr. Wilson?

Well, I just want to buy something nice. | I don't care whether it's expensive or not.

Give up?

No, no. I'm groggy, but I'm game.

Look, just forget about me.

Let's pretend that it's an entirely | different customer. It's a...

Here. This is Mrs. Albemarle.

One of the Pittsburgh Albemarles. | You know, coal and iron?

Well, now, Mrs. Albemarle wants to buy | a new nightgown, and hang the expense.

Perhaps I better get the manager.

Larry, let's forget it. I | don't really need a nightgown.

You're gonna get a new nightgown | if I have to buy two silkworms

and start from scratch.

Look, Mrs. Albemarle has | been very patient up to now,

but she's getting just a little | tired of this pup tent she's wearing.

Look at that sailcloth.

You'll pardon my cold hands, | won't you, Mrs. Albemarle?

Why, she's positively | ashamed to be seen in it.

She's probably more ashamed | to be seen without it.

You don't know Mrs. Albemarle.

Now, haven't you something | from, say, Charmaine?

Why, yes, sir.

Where did you learn about Charmaine?

On the boat. It was in a magazine.

Is this more like what you had in mind, sir?

Of course.

Well, now, that's...

No, here. Now. There we are.

- Now, isn't that pretty? | - It's lovely.

How much is it?

- Ninety dollars. | - Good. Wrap it up and send it along.

Yes, Mr. Wilson.

Kay, what you need is some tea.

After a strenuous day shopping, | there's nothing like a good cup of...

Pardon, madam, your slip's showing.

- Boy, what a place to get to. | - Well, it certainly took you long enough.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Duke, I was delayed.

Isn't that beautiful? Duke, | you're a genius. How'd you rig it?

The barrel's buried under the bank. | I just led the pipe out to there.

It sanded over in about ten minutes.

Well, if that doesn't sell | itself, my name's not Larry Wilson.

- Come to think of it, it's not, is it? | - Well, if you're not, who is?

What?

Don't confuse me, Doctor.

Now the question is, how to get | the suckers out to this wilderness

so they can admire your landscaping, Duke.

You mean you haven't figured that out yet?

- Well, I've been sort of busy. | - Yeah, I heard all about that.

Now listen, love-bug, flop on | this job and it's a permanent flop.

Duke, the money is practically | in your pants right now.

I got it. I'll give a picnic Sunday. | Get the leading citizens out here.

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