The Miracle of Morgan's Creek Page #10

I'm defenseless.

I'll go get it for you.

All right, you got me, pal! Don't shoot!

I know when I'm licked.

Just lock me in the jail.

- The key is in the door.

- No...

Shut up! I know you're going to escape,

but I can't help it.

I can't do anything about it.

My car is right down in front of my house...

and if you need any gas there's a can

with five gallons in my woodshed.

But you wouldn't take that from me,

would you, pal?

Of course I wouldn't, Mr. Kockenlocker.

Maybe I can make things clearer, Norval.

Jiggers! There's somebody in there!

You get back to bed!

- Papa, he isn't guilty of anything.

- Why isn't he in his cell?

How about keeping your trap shut?

He escaped.

Can't you see he's got me covered?

Don't shoot, Norval.

No.

Papa! You don't think

they'll fire you, do you?

Of course they won't.

I just picked this gun up for him.

- I'm not going anyplace.

- All right, I give up.

See if you can do anything with him.

I want you to go away, Norval.

Don't you understand that, dear?

I couldn't bear to have you in trouble,

on top of everything else.

But that would only make

matters worse, Trudy.

They can't send me up for very long.

And, anyway, I'll be happy about it,

because I'll be doing it for you, Trudy.

Every day I'll think, well, this is for Trudy.

And as soon as I get out we'll straighten it

out somehow and we'll be married again.

But really, Trudy, for always and always.

You're just making me cry,

but you're not helping anything.

- Don't cry, Trudy!

- Norval!

What about that guy you were gonna find...

if you could just get out for a while?

That's right!

Maybe you can find Ratzkiwatzki.

Of course you can.

Anyway, it's worth trying.

Do you really think so?

If I really thought so,

I'd track him to the ends of the earth.

- Of course you can.

- But I haven't any car.

- Steal mine.

- It's insured.

- Shut up!

- If I was really sure it was for you, Trudy...

and not for selfish reasons,

I'd need a little money.

I've got $900 in the bank,

only, it's in bonds.

Would it be wrong if I took $900 in cash...

and left my bonds?

I've got a key at the house.

It might be wrong,

but it would be very handy.

All we needed was a little bank robbery.

- Will you get out of here?

- I'll be all right, Papa.

- Are you hurt?

- No, I'm all right.

Why don't you look where you're going?

I'll leave a note the minute I get through.

You have to be very careful with this.

You have to know exactly

what to do or else...

it'll set off the alarm.

- Can you do it?

- Yes.

Beat it!

Come on, Emmy.

- Goodbye, Norval.

- Goodbye, Trudy.

- Beat it, Norval.

- Norval, you've got to hurry! Goodbye.

Go on, Norval!

Tie me up, quick! Come on!

Around here. Tie it tight. Come on!

Yes, Papa. Here, Emmy. Swing him.

All right, not so hard!

What are you trying to do, strangle me?

All right, that's tight enough.

Now, a little clunk on the head.

Take the blackjack out of my pocket,

lock the door, beat it home, hide the keys.

- All right, Papa. Which side?

- Any side! Harder!

But not too hard! Harder.

How could that knock anybody out?

Is that all the harder you can hit?

Will you try to do one thing right?

- Here!

- Papa!

Emmy!

Papa, did we hurt you?

Wait a minute! Never mind the details.

Is the girl married or isn't she married?

It's a matter of state honor.

A matter of public weal!

I'm very sorry, Mr. Governor, but nobody

knows whether she's married or not.

She's got to be married,

that's all there is to it!

We can't have a thing like that

hanging over our fair state...

besmirching our fair name.

- Where is the father now?

- In jail.

What do you mean he's in jail?

Do you realize he's one of the most

famous men in the world?

- I thought you said he escaped.

- He did say he escaped.

Yes, but he came back

and got caught again.

- When?

- Yes.

Yesterday.

It must have been around 6:00,

I guess, because Mr. Tuerck...

was still in the bank with the Christmas Club

and Mr. Rafferty was in his store.

It was closer to 7:00.

- They left about six months ago.

- Six months ago?

They left kind of hurriedly, right after

he was discharged by the town council.

Discharged? What for?

It had to do with the escape of a prisoner.

They didn't quite believe it.

- You mean me?

- I guess so, Norval.

But that's terrible!

I was just trying to help Trudy.

Looking for someone I never found.

But you wouldn't know

about that, or would you?

I don't know what you're talking about,

Norval.

Anyway, now that I'm back and

ready to give myself up, I guess...

they'll take Mr. Kockenlocker back

on the job all right, won't they?

I hardly think so, Norval. Besides, you know

what Mr. Kockenlocker is like.

He didn't exactly take it lying down when

they fired him. He left on very bad terms.

They had to take six stitches

in Mr. Tuerck alone.

- Poor Trudy.

- Poor Mr. Tuerck.

It was ghastly.

You haven't asked my advice, Norval,

and it certainly isn't up to me...

to advise you to evade the law, but since

you were dragged into this situation...

and it's practically forgotten now anyway,

and the Kockenlockers have gone...

probably taken root someplace else.

They may have even changed their names.

- Why don't you do the same?

- I'm sure it would be wiser, Norval.

But I couldn't do that, Mrs. Johnson.

I've just got to find Trudy.

She must be in terrible trouble now.

I've given you my very best advice, Norval.

It's up to you to act

as your conscience dictates...

but if there were

that many charges pending over me...

you wouldn't see my coattail for the dust.

Even if they didn't press the Kockenlocker

charges, there's the uniform...

- the jail break, the bank robbery.

- Bank robbery? But I took my own money.

Norval, I'm so glad.

So am I, but that isn't exactly what

Mr. Tuerck allowed us to understand.

Holy mackerel!

Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson.

- Goodbye, Mr. Johnson.

- Goodbye, Norval.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Norval, wouldn't you like to take

some fruitcake with you?

No, thank you, Mrs. Johnson.

I'm afraid I couldn't swallow it.

- Merry Christmas, dear.

- Merry Christmas to you.

- Merry Christmas, Mr. And Mrs. Shottish.

- And a merry Christmas to you, Mr. Rafferty.

- Merry Christmas, Mr. Rafferty.

- Many happy returns.

- Hello, Mr. Rafferty.

- What are you doing here?

- Don't tell me! You're just in time.

- Do you know where Trudy is?

I know from nothing. Wait a minute.

I'm just going to see her.

You'll take them around a turkey.

You'll buy at the bakery a plum pudding.

Nothing gives so much indigestion,

at the same time so much pleasure...

like a plum pudding, except a fruitcake.

One time when I was a boy...

Good evening, Mr. Rafferty,

and you, Mr. Jones.

I wondered if you'd come back.

Anyway, we're going to have

a white Christmas.

Why don't you say something?

How about a little smile?

You've got to have more confidence

in the Almighty...

or whatever it is

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