Messenger for Death

Frank Sinatra, transcribed as Rocky Fortune. NBC presents Frank Sinatra, starring as that pothloose and fancy-free young gentleman, Rocky Fortune. Hi there.

You know, when it comes to losing jobs, I got about the best baton average in town. Something always happens. I mean, either I strike out on a secretary's curves or else I get put out for dropping a suggestion in a suggestion box, suggesting that the boss drop dead.

I start out with the best of intentions, but there's always something wrong with the setup. You take what happened last week. I land myself a job that pays 100 bucks an hour, and at last I think I'm really living.

And then I find out when it's time to collect that you're liable not to be living. What is it? Miss Chandler. I'm a secretary. What do you want? Instant messenger service. We don't want any.

Look, honey, it's 8 a.m. This is my first job, now don't give me a hard time. Now look, Sonny, I handle all of Miss Chandler's affairs, and we don't want a messenger. Oh, how would you like to get up?

This boy in the man suit says you call for a messenger. Yes, I did. For the package. Oh, you're not really going to send it, Laura. I've got to. I still think I'm making a mistake.

I haven't any choice. Well, then why not let me deliver it for you now? No, I thought it over that neighborhood's danger, Steve. Oh, nobody's going to kidnap the Libby darling. Who's going to pay the ransom?

Why don't you run along? Please, Eve, let me handle it. Yeah. Oh, all right, honey, it's your own funeral. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. about 800 yards left handed.