Pocketful of Miracles Page #2

That's very nice,

but the joint's in hock up to here.

The inventory won't pay for the flowers,

so the lease is worth about a quarter.

Miss Martin, "Papa" owes me $20,000,

and a lot more to some guys

who don't laugh so easy.

- That much?

- That much.

Well, I've got a few dollars in the bank.

What I make at the cafeteria,

I could manage five dollars a week.

- A cafeteria?

- I'm cashier there.

The next one Howard... uh, Mr Porter

opens, I'm gonna be manager.

Then I could give you a little more.

- It's five whole dollars.

- The lucky apple is working already.

- Very big.

- It's the best I can do.

Goodbye, Mr Dude.

Thank you for being Papa's friend.

Yeah. I mean...

That's the first broad I ever seen

who wanted to do something for you.

You know, maybe...

- Miss?

- Hey, Dude! No! Come here!

You know, at $5 a week it'll take you

200 years to pay off your father's debt.

- I don't care if it takes a thousand years.

- Take it easy. I got an idea.

For my boss it was the lucky

apple that brought Queenie into his life.

Go figure - he's got a thing

about Annie's apples.

So the Dude shoots the bankroll and

promotes Queenie into a nightclub star.

Much to my surprise she ain't too bad.

And you know what?

The club begins to make money.

And Queenie begins to pay off

her papa's debts. Go figure that one.

By the second year,

the club is a sensation.

We're in the big dough.

Step back. The elevator's coming up.

We're gettin' so big, the opposition

begins playin' games with us.

The Dude kisses the old apple,

but I know better: I kiss the iron doors.

But it was too good to last.

Suddenly the law pulls the rug out

from under us bootleggers.

- Another dollar?

- Stop squawkin', stop squawkin'.

I only raised you one buck.

Tonight you can afford it.

Liquor's legal.

The whole town's on a binge.

- Baby, baby, baby

- Baby, baby, baby

- Baby, baby, baby

- Baby, baby, baby

- I love you

- I love you

Hope you love me too

Ooh!

All right, you wonderful

bunch of ex-lawbreakers.

This is the last night, the last song,

and the last bottle's on the house!

Hurray!

Does that mean we'll be playin', Dude?

- You are a genius. You are a genius!

- I know. Now tell me what happened.

- The big man is here.

- I told you so, huh?

- And he's waitin' for you.

- Let him wait.

- What man?

- I told you to find Apple Annie.

I spread the word with the BBC -

Beggars' Broadcast...

- Move it!

- Yes, sir.

What are you gonna do? Wait around for

some apple? What's the matter with you?

Listen, Dave. The big man don't wait easy.

He could get very nasty.

- He could put on them dark cheaters.

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