It Happened to Jane Page #10

- Miss Beardsley.

- Yes, sir?

Get a hold of Harris...

Peterson, Smythe...

Never mind. I'll go myself.

- Get me LaGuardia Airport.

- Airport?

The airport.

- Anybody lays one finger on that train...

- I don't know nothing about law...

but please,

let me push you to the next town.

And leave me there

with 1000 lobsters to deliver? No.

But you're holding up 1000 passengers.

The passengers will live. The lobsters won't.

George, look.

- There's the old man himself.

- Now we're getting some action.

Where's the broad?

Hey, Malone, we want to go home.

- You must be Mrs. Osgood.

- That's right.

- And you're Malone.

- Yes. Malone.

Well, what seems to be the trouble?

He won't move unless we sell them coal,

Mr. Malone.

- He won't even push them in...

- The law specifically states that the train...

- You're the young lawyer?

- That's right.

- That's a good point, Sloan.

- Yes.

That's well taken, son.

He's right. It is your train.

- It's mine.

- Yes.

Listen, Mrs. Osgood.

You raise lobsters, you're in business.

And you're in business, and I'm in business.

Both in business, see?

You can't discuss business in a field.

Now, we take your train

and push it to the next station.

- Then we discuss...

- No.

- Lady, I'm warning you...

- And I'm warning you, you tyrant.

We wouldn't be here if you hadn't sent us

on this sightseeing tour...

and run us out of coal.

What if I ruin another Calcutta?

- Calcutta?

- Yes.

I'll sue you for every dime...

- you've ever made in your life.

- Listen to me.

I wouldn't dare go into court against them.

- You wouldn't?

- No.

- Just what do you want?

- A tender full of coal.

Cash on the barrelhead.

You'll get your cash when we deliver

those lobsters to Marshalltown.

We want an express track to the Bronx

and back to Cape Anne.

You got it.

And then you can take this can

and dump it in the Atlantic Ocean.

My train? You said it was my train, Mommy.

You can't take my train

and dump it in the Atlantic Ocean.

Don't you touch him.

It's just a figure of speech, son.

Now, is that all?

- Is that all, George?

- That's all.

- Then we can get this show on the road?

- It's a very good idea.

All right, move that iron garbage!

Get those trains moving!

- Let's go, Janey.

- Wait a minute, George.

Not without him. Not after what he's done.

I wouldn't trust him out of my sight.

Hold it, Malone!

As soon as we leave,

he's liable to cancel the coal.

- You're going with us.

- What, going with you? Come on, Sloan.

I think you'd better go.

You're kidding.

Why are you so mean?

- Okay, Otis, she's full.

- Okay, Schmitty.

- What's your reading, Billy?

- 120.

- No, you mean 220.

- No, Uncle Otis, it's 120.

George is exhausted.

We'll never get enough steam out of him

to get to Marshalltown.

- Are you all right? You look awful.

- I'm doing the best I can.

You gotta do better than that.

We gotta have steam.

I know you gotta have steam.

I'm going to come up there and help you.

- Don't be silly.

- Somebody's got to come up there.

It can't be you. Now, please stay out of here.

George, it's Larry.

- What do we tell him?

- We're not telling him anything.

One picture's worth a thousand words.

Get it?

Yeah, I got it.

- You fellows from the Country Club?

- That's right.

We've got your lobsters.

Come on and help us get them quick.

We got a lot of stops to make.

What happened to Malone?

I thought he was going to be here.

Friends and neighbors of Cape Anne...

this is a happy day for our town,

and a happy day for me.

After 24 years, I'm finally swearing in

a first selectman I voted for.

George, repeat after me.

I, George Denham, do solemnly swear...

Hey, George! We finally got a fire engine!

Look!

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