Here Comes Mr. Jordan

- He's pretty good, isn't he? - Let him have it.

- Use your right! - (chattering continues)

Come on, Joe. Get that left to working.

That's it, Joe! Right hand! Come on, Joe.

l told you. l told you.

That's it, Joe!

That's it! That's it, Joe!

Charlie, you're looking at the next world's champion. lsn't he terrific?

Yeah. He'll slaughter that Murdock.

- (bell rings) - (spectators applauding)

- Okay, Joe, that's enough. - Come on, Maxie.

Only had five rounds. Can't l have a couple more?

You heard me. l said that's enough now. Save some of that for Murdock.

- How'd l look, Pop? - Just fair. Not enough speed.

- And quit calling me Pop. - l'm in the pink, Pop.

You'll get plenty of training in the next two weeks.

Break down, Maxie. Who's your favorite fighter?

Stop your clowning. Go and get your rub.

Oh, snap out of it, Max. We're gonna do all right.

Joe, l've decided to finish training in New York.

- We'll break camp right after lunch. - That's great.

Then l can fly myself down this afternoon.

Now listen, Joe, do me a favor, will you, please?

Leave that plane of yours up here and take the train down with the rest of the gang.

Aw, what can happen to me when l got my lucky sax along?

The way we're set, we're within two weeks of the greatest fight of your life

and on our way to the championship.

- Why take chances? - Fine thing.

Me, known as the Flying Pug. The papers will say, "Flying Pug Takes Train."

- Fine thing. - Oh, Joe.

l'll meet you in New York at the gym tomorrow.

- And how about the flying? - How about a little of your favorite tune?

Not today.

Oh, no!

That's what l said, Mr. Pendleton. You are dead.

You don't make any sense at all. You got me all mixed up.

- You must be a little cracked. - l'm fast losing patience with you, sir.

And l can't waste any more time with you. l'm due in New York. l gotta get there.

Where can l find a taxi arou -

Hey, a plane. That's what l want.

Messenger 3081 reporting, sir.

- Five passengers. - Territory?

- Southeast Australia. - Proceed.

Atwater, John.

Gaylord, William.

- Zabel, Frederick. - Zabel? That's "Z."

You're jumping from G to Z. Haven't you anyone between?

- Yes, sir. - Well, then call them off alphabetically.

You've been at this long enough to know the rules.

- Yes, sir. My mistake. Sorry, sir. - Continue.

- Heggie, Alicia. - Heggie.

- Now, that's better, isn't it? - Yes, sir.

- lngle, Peter. - When's the next plane for New York?

Who do l see about a ticket? Who's in charge around here?

- Mr. Pendleton, stop this commotion. - l'm just trying to find out about a plane.

- What's the trouble? - Messenger 701 3 reporting, sir.

- No trouble at all. - No trouble yet, but there's gonna be plenty.

- Are you the boss here? - Mr. Pendleton, a little more respect.

- This is Mr. Jordan. - Mr. Jordan, l want a plane for New York.

Who do l see about a ticket?

- What is the meaning of this? - Meaning? l just explained it to you.

A very difficult case, sir. Fought me tooth and nail all the way up here.

Fought him. How do you like that?

Don't waste your time listening to this comic. He's got a screw loose someplace.

You know what he keeps telling me? He keeps telling me l'm dead.

And you most certainly are. Otherwise l shouldn't have taken you.

- You hear that? - l'm afraid you are.

Are what?

Dead.

You too, eh? You're just as crazy as...

Messenger 2460 reporting.

- Three passengers, sir. - Territory?

- Finland. - Proceed.

Abelius, William.

Caliga, Maria.

Dead?

Purmi, Jan.

Excuse me, Mr. Jordan, but l don't quite get this.

- You wouldn't kid me. - Mr. Pendleton.

- Well, l-l mean, are you sure? - Of course.

Yeah, but l-l feel all right.

Pay no attention to him, sir.

- ls he all you gathered? - Yes, sir. l'm sorry, sir.

- Name? - Pendleton, Joseph.

No, you even got that balled up.

lt is Joe Pendleton, not "Pendleton Joseph."

For heaven's sake, be quiet.

Pendleton. Pendleton.

- l can't be on any list. - Quiet, please.

No, the way l feel, somebody's got their wires crossed, made a mistake.

A mistake? (chuckles) Utterly fantastic.

What did you do? Your occupation?

- Oh, musician? - No, no, that's just a hobby, like flying.

l'm Joe Pendleton. The Flying Pug, they call me.

You know - pug. l'm a prizefighter.

You were a prizefighter.

- There's no "Pendleton, Joseph" listed. - What did l tell you?

Oh, it can't be possible. There must be some explanation. l -

l hope there is, for your sake.

- l'll see if he's on any newer listing. - He's just got to be, sir.

What do you mean, l got to be? lf l ain't on any list, l ain't on any list.

Mr. Sloan, contact the registrar's office, will you?

Ask them for everything they have on Pendleton, Joseph.

Yes, sir.

Calling registrar's office. Plane number 22 calling registrar's office.

l'm trying to tell you fellas, l'm not ready for this place yet.

l never felt better in my life. l'm in the pink. How can l be dead?

Really, sir, it isn't possible that he could have survived.

He was hurtling to earth with the speed of a meteor.

Yeah, but l wouldn't have crashed. l'd have pulled out if you'd left me alone.

Do you mean to say you took him out of that plane before it crashed?

- Yeah, that's what he did. - Yes, sir.

Oh, l know that we messengers shouldn't permit our emotions to sway us,

but there he was, sir, just plummeting earthward.

l wanted to spare him the agony of crashing, so -

- Unpardonably presumptuous. - Yeah!

Well, l-l'm just desolate about it, sir.

What territory do you cover?

lt's a place called New Jersey

And if it could be arranged, sir, l should like very much to be transferred.

- You're new, aren't you? - l am, yes, sir.

lt's my first trip. l was put on only this morning.

l thought so. Overzealousness. Out for record collections.

This happens right along with the inexperienced.

Really? Oh, dear.

lt wasn't in the cards.

Nothing can happen to me when l got my lucky sax along.

And how did he manage to wangle that thing up here?

Mr. Jordan, sir, on Pendleton, Joseph,

the official record says both his parents

are happily withdrawn and awaiting his arrival.

Joseph is scheduled to join them the morning of May 1 1 , 1 991 .

1 991 ?

That's 50 years from now. What did l tell you?

lt seems you were a little premature.

Fifty years to go yet. You certainly pulled a boner this time.

Mr. Pendleton, l feel l owe you an apology.

l'd tell the world you do.

Never mind. We all make mistakes. There's no harm done.

Just forget about it and take me back.

Take you back?

Naturally. Take him back.

Return him to the body out of which you so indiscreetly snatched him.

And make it snappy. l gotta meet Corkle. He's liable to be worried.

- Corkle? - Yeah, he's my manager.

l'm training for the Murdock fight. Gotta keep my body in the pink.

- Come on. Let's go. - Mr. Pendleton.

lf you don't mind, l'm the one who says "let's go."

Glad to have met you, Mr. Jordan. Thanks for straightening everything out.

Not at all.

l'll be seeing you 50 years from now if you're still on the job.

- l will be. - So long.

There's the old crate.

Hey, what happened? l'm not here.

Where is it? l mean, where am l?

Well, dear me.

You ought to be around here somewhere. l...

Well, obviously your body has been removed.

- Yeah, but where to? Where to? - Well, let me see.

Perhaps l'd better take you back to Mr. Jordan.

Wait, l know. Corkle. He did it.

Ten-to-one he's got me laying out in my own living room right now, the dope. Let's go.

Mr. Pendleton, I say "let's go."

Let's go.

Boy, we sure get around.

Zip, we're at the crash. Bam, we're here in New York.

How do you do it?

l'm going to ask you not to pry into trade secrets, Mr. Pendleton.

lt's okay with me. Here we are. Here's home.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Joe Pendleton crashes in plane!

That's what he thinks.

Hey, kid, give me a paper, will ya?

- Hey, come on, give me a paper. - Mr. Pendleton.

- That kid's goofy. - He can't see you and he can't hear you.

- What? - He can't see you and he can't hear you.

- Why not? - You're not in your body. That's simple.

- Yeah, but l can see and hear him. - Of course.

- Okay. What are we waiting for? Let's - - Let's go.

lf l tell him once, Charlie, l tell him a thousand times.

But no, he's gotta fly.

Who am l to tell him? Just his manager.

Just a guy that's looking after him.

Hey, Max, be yourself, pal. Look.

Will you please remember he can't see you and he can't hear you.

Oh, yeah.

Of course this washes me up.

l'm quitting the game, Charlie.

l couldn't handle anybody after Joe.

Poor Max. l wish l could tell him.

Say, l don't see me around anywhere. Where am l?

What did they do with me?

- That's funny. - What's funny about it?

And what a champ he'd have made. The cleanest kid that ever lived.

And a heart as big as a house.

Can't you ask him what they did with me?

Fighter's gotta live cleaner than anybody else in the world, he used to say,

because kids look up to fellas like that and try to live like 'em.

- Hey, Max. - Mr. Pendleton.

Cut it out. Where am l?

Come in.