The Cat's-Paw Page #3
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- 1934
- 102 min
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Yeah. Drop over
to the City Club about 1:00.
Yeah, it's in
the city hall building.
Yeah, so long.
All right, boys, now we go.
You'll have to
put it over big, Jake.
They've got to know him.
Now, leave it to me.
That sap will be...
the best known guy
in Stockport.
Remember,
City Club tomorrow at 1:00.
Say, who is this Ezekiel Cobb?
Must be Jake's new candidate.
Where did they dig him up?
Well, they had to run somebody.
Well, we'll get a good feed
out of it anyway.
I told him 1:
00. You heard me!Personally,
I think the guy is nuts.
An hour late!
Say, this is getting serious.
We can't wait much longer.
What are we gonna do?
He's not at his boarding house.
They don't know where he is.
- Did you call the jail?
- Huh?
- Mr. Mayo?
- Yeah?
I'll bet it's from him.
"My honored friend Tien Wang...
"has graciously
invited me to tea.
"If it will not
inconvenience you...
"I'll meet you
at the City Club...
"later in the afternoon."
Who in blazes is Tien Wang?!
Must be a Chink.
Tea with a Chink! Holy cats!
Where's that telephone book?
Say, how do you spell Tien Wang?
It is a great privilege
to welcome...
so honorable a guest
to my lowly abode.
No, I beg
to differ with you, sir.
The privilege is mine.
I am indebted to you
for your gracious courtesy.
Oh! If I may humbly
beg your pardon, sir.
A cordial greeting,
my worthy friend.
Never mind the cordial greeting.
You get yourself up
to the City Club...
and make it snappy!
But, Mr. Mayo, I'm enjoying...
a bowl of rice
with my gracious host.
Well, we'll give you
some rice up here!
Now, you bust out of there
in a hurry.
I regret
Courtesy forbids it.
Courtesy? Rats!
Now, you jump into a taxi
and step on it!
a respectful period
of friendly discourse.
I shall be delighted
to converse with you...
later in the afternoon.
- Well?
- Well, I'll be!
He won't come. He's eating rice.
Oh, he won't come, eh?
Well, I'll get him.
Wait a minute! You can't bring
a guest of honor...
to a banquet
at the point of a gun.
How about the old nosebag, Jake?
We can't take all afternoon
for lunch, you know.
Start right way, Nick.
Right away.
Jake, we've got
to go through with it.
He may arrive in time
for my speech.
Yeah, let's go.
All right, boys.
We won't wait for Mr. Cobb.
Eatin' rice with a Chink.
I regret, sir,
that I cannot tarry to view...
some of your treasures
of ancient China.
Ah, but you will visit me
quite frequently, my friend.
I'm very grateful, sir...
for the great kindness
you have shown me.
And now, if you so desire...
I will point out the way
to the city hall.
And, gentlemen,
that at the last moment...
our guest of honor
was taken ill.
A slight attack of indigestion,
wasn't it, Mr. Mayo?
Yes, from eatin' rice.
But the Good Government
League...
just the same...
and as chairman
of the reception committee...
I now propose a toast.
Gentlemen,
I give you Ezekiel Cobb!
Ezekiel Cobb!
A man of honor,
a man of ideals...
a man of determination...
a man of whom
Stockport is proud.
Pardon me.
Where is that voice coming from?
It's the radio, of course,
in that car.
We need a man
of his experience...
in the great work of Reform...
and we are going to ask him
to continue this work...
in the city of his birth.
To take up the burden...
where the late Reverend
Junius P. Withers laid it down.
We are going to ask Mr. Cobb
a momentous question.
The Good Government League
wants him to carry on...
for his faithful friend
and associate...
and we are going to ask him if
he will join forces with us...
in our grim battle
against graft and corruption.
We are going to ask him
at the last moment...
to replace
the late Junius P. Withers...
and to accept
the nomination for mayor!
Aah!
What's the matter with you?
And if he will accept
this nomination...
the Good Government League
will be able...
to point to him
with pride and say...
"There, gentlemen,
is the next mayor of Stockport!"
And it doesn't make
any difference...
whether you know anything
about politics or not.
Why, we haven't elected
a candidate in 12 years...
and it's a cinch you ain't
gonna spoil our record.
Gentlemen, if there's no chance
why do you wish me
to become a candidate?
Don't you understand?
We gotta put up a show
to make the people think...
they're really having
an election.
Morgan gets in,
licks up the gravy...
and there's plenty left
to pass around among the boys.
No, that isn't
the idea at all, Jake.
Listen, Cobb, you believe in
standing up for a principle...
even if they knock you down,
don't you?
Certainly.
Well, that's the idea.
The city government
is full of graft and corruption.
Are you gonna sit by...
and not even raise your voice
in protest?
Perhaps you're right.
You know, the lowly fisherman
is helpless...
to hold back the tidal wave.
But his warning cry may save
his neighbor's children.
Ling Po.
You took the words
right out of my mouth.
Cobb, it's your duty.
Your sacred duty.
Perhaps it is.
But on the other hand,
I have another duty...
to my father in China.
You see, gentlemen,
it is his wish...
that our family perpetuate
his mission there.
And therefore,
I came to America...
simply to find
a mother for my children.
Say, now listen, Cobby...
the election will be
all over by Tuesday.
You won't need a mother
for your children...
till next Tuesday, will you?
Oh, no. Of course not.
You might as well pick out
a good one while you're at it.
And after Tuesday...
you'll have plenty of time
to look the dames over.
You really feel
that it's my duty?
Sure it is! It's...
What did you say it was, Spike?
His sacred duty.
I must return to China
as soon as the election's over.
I'll accept the nomination
only on condition...
that you assure me
that there isn't a chance...
Not a chance.
- Not a chance!
- Not a chance!
Better hurry, boys.
He's liable to be down
any minute now.
How will we know who he is?
Don't worry. Jake Mayo will be
leading him by the hand.
Hey, Red!
Hi, Pet.
What's all the rumpus?
Mayo's got his new candidate
for mayor...
up in the City Club.
We're just hangin' around
to grab off a few headlines.
This has got to be
a one-day campaign...
and there isn't much
you can do...
seeing as
you're new in the game.
You desire me merely
to lend my moral support.
Yes, you just lay low...
and we'll tell them
all about you.
- Oh, Jake!
- Huh?
Did you get him to accept
the nomination?
Uh... Hey! Wait a minute!
Hey, here he comes, boys!
This ought to be him!
OK, let him come.
- Ohh!
- Ohh!
Nertz! Where is that guy?
Aw, Jake must be
holding onto him.
Hey, sonny!
Out of the way, will you,
or you'll be in the picture.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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