The Miracle of Morgan's Creek Page #11

that makes the wheels go round.

All right? It's almost Christmas.

Where was he born? In a cowshed.

You might be waiting

for the President of the United States.

You got to have more confidence.

Speaking of cowsheds, did you remember

to milk Bessie tonight, Papa?

Yes, I remembered

to milk Bessie tonight, Papa.

- Then what's she doing in the kitchen?

- What? Will you get out of here?

Come on, get out of here! Come on.

Poor Papa.

Hello, Mr. Rafferty.

- It's so good to see you.

- I've brought you a turkey.

- Hello, Mr. Rafferty.

- Trudy. Feeling good?

It's natural.

Thank you, Mr. Rafferty,

and for all your kindness.

I don't know where we would have been

without you.

What are you talking? It's a privilege.

The doctor will come from the next town,

then he'll go back to his town and forget it.

You got nothing to worry about.

It'll be as quiet as a buttered eagle.

Would you have a cup of tea, Mr. Rafferty?

- Thank you.

- Yes, sir.

How's Papa?

Fine, thank you. He's out with Bessie.

That Bessie, I remember her.

Never satisfied.

I brought Papa back his car.

But Norval had it.

You mean he came back? Where is he?

Why didn't he come out with you?

He didn't find anybody

while he was away, Trudy.

That's no reason for him

not to come out to see me.

He ought to know better than that,

when I've been waiting so long...

- so anxiously to see him.

- That ain't why he didn't come back.

- They caught him again. He's in jail.

- Mr. Rafferty!

Now, what good is this?

You've got something else to think about.

So he's in jail, so he'll get out someday.

All right. I'll go back to Morgan's Creek

and I'll tell them everything.

They'll have to drop the charges

when I tell them what he did and why.

What are you talking?

How about your reputation?

We spend six months planning,

fixing everything, building up a secret.

- Now you got to build it down, overnight?

- I've got to.

All right, you don't care about yourself.

How about your father?

Ain't he got enough trouble?

How about your sister?

How about me? How about...

Anyway, they wouldn't believe you.

They will when they see me.

Trudy, will you listen to...

What's the use? I love you for it.

There.

You still have time to change your mind.

Why don't you, Trudy?

I'll get him out on bail, and...

Either we make an example of this man,

or we're opening the doors...

- and inviting crime in to dinner.

- Piffle.

It may be piffle in your book...

but I say that breaking and entering,

theft, perjury, impersonating a soldier...

impairing the morals of a minor,

jailbreak, with or without conspiracy...

et cetera, et cetera, are not piffle!

- Piffle.

- You say that once more, Johnson...

- and I'll...

- Piffle.

Gentlemen, please!

There's a great deal to be said

for both sides.

Hey.

My daughter wants to see you.

- Right away.

- What are you doing in Morgan's Creek?

I warned you that if you ever showed

up in this town again...

- Yeah?

- Gentlemen, is this the Christmas spirit?

What is it that you want, Mr. Kockenlocker?

My daughter wants to tell you about

Norval, why he done what he done.

She says when you hear

what she has to say...

you'll never prosecute him.

- Impossible.

- You see?

Well, bring her up.

We must hear both sides, always.

That is strictly the bunk.

Women are always trying

to take the blame for men.

It's what you call a mother instinct.

You can listen to her, can't you, you dumb...

Or I'll take my business out of your bank

so quick it will make your hair sizzle.

Gentlemen. Bring her up.

I'm afraid you'll have to come down.

She don't feel very good.

Really?

Is that so? Well.

Yes. What about it, you dumb...

Gentlemen!

Papa!

- Trudy! Trudy is...

- Trudy?

Well, what are you standing there?

Doctor! Come quick!

Some secret.

So they know. So what do they know?

Have you any statement to make?

Any little item of general interest?

- How would you like a punch in the nose?

- Mr. Kockenlocker!

Now, let me handle this.

- How much would it take to keep this quiet?

- Mr. Rafferty.

- It's a boy.

- A boy!

Trudy! That's wonderful! Mazel tov!

- Congratulations, Edmund.

- For what?

A boy is a boy.

No matter how you look at it, it's...

- Twins!

- Twins! That's wonderful!

- Why are you crying?

- Why are you laughing?

- Congratulations again, Edmund.

- Please be quiet.

Kindly remember this is a hospital.

- I'd like to get a few more facts.

- Will you get out of here?

Now, where have you been living

for the last six months?

Thank you very much. I have all I need.

I'll be getting back to the office.

If you don't mind,

I guess I'll stick around a minute or two.

Did she do that? My eyes ain't so good.

- Did she do what?

- That!

You don't suppose that...

- Whoopee!

- Everybody, just keep calm.

What?

- Papa!

- Will you get off my neck?

Everybody keep calm!

How is she, Doctor?

Wonderful!

Six! All boys!

You mean he's still in jail,

you dumb blockhead?

- Yes.

- Well, get him out.

But how can I, Mr. Governor,

with all those charges against him?

By dropping those charges, you dumb cluck.

You wealhead!

Now, get me that banker on the phone.

- His charter is cancelled!

- And the justice of the peace!

His license is revoked

and his motel is condemned.

Do you want the MPs and U.S. Men, too?

What have they got to do with it?

- That was a state guard uniform.

- I can see it from here.

As a matter of fact, he's a colonel in it.

- I'm bringing him his commission tomorrow.

- Retroactive as of last year.

Go out and get him a uniform.

There's only one thing more,

Mr. Governor, the marriage.

- What's the matter with her marriage?

- Yeah!

She's married to Norval Jones.

She always has been.

The guy married them, didn't he?

The boy signed his right name, didn't he?

But he gave his name as Ratzkiwatzki.

He was trying to say Jones. He stuttered.

What are you looking for,

needles in a haystack?

- Then how about the first Ratzkiwatzki?

- He's annulled.

- Who annulled him?

- The judge, who do you suppose?

- Retroactive.

- Get Judge Mendoza on the phone.

- I'm getting it.

- He's out of the picture.

- He was never in it.

- Get me those guys on the phone.

Who do they think they are, anyway?

Hello, Mendoza.

Fooling with the honor of our fair state!

- Hello, Mr. Kockenlocker.

- How's Trudy?

She's sleeping, but she'll see you

in a few minutes. Come on!

I wouldn't want to get you in wrong again.

Get me in wrong, I'm the chief!

Where have you been?

- Right here.

- Haven't you heard about...

About what?

- You mean she's had it?

- Has she had it?

You'd better come and see your wife.

- My wife? I'm not...

- Yes, you are, my boy!

Quiet!

Norval.

Trudy.

You look so beautiful.

- Where did you get...

- I don't know. The Governor sent it.

- You look so beautiful.

- I love you.

Your father said...

I don't understand exactly how...

I don't understand a lot of things.

But I'm out of jail now...

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