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Hello, Mrs Simmons...Mary.
Hello, Mr Haskel.
Here's your shirt, Jimmy.
I turned the cuffs. Thanks.
practise here. Oh, it's all right.
How is she doing? Encourage her.
If she practises, she'll be good.
I'll be back in an hour.
OK. I'll take good care of her.
Hop to it, Mary.
Mary, give me an "A", please.
That's it. OK, thanks.
When are you going to get new
records? You haven't worn out those.
Won't be long now.
Hi, Tommy. Tomatoes for my last
lesson. Tomorrow, I'll bring bacon.
OK, here's your horn. I think
you left your music over there.
Uncle Charlie, glad to see you!
Jimmy, I'm glad to see you, too.
What brings you here? I came
because you didn't answer my letter.
Come in, Uncle Charlie.
I...I wrote you...
Was it that long? You know
how it is, a fella gets busy.
With these things, you have to
I came up to have an important talk
with you. Go ahead. I'm listening.
Can't we go some place
without this infernal racket?!
Yeah. We'll go in my room.
Where? Right over there.
Here we are.
a trade for a second-hand clarinet.
Jimmy, I'm not going to
beat around the bush.
As you know, we've not been close.
After all, we are the last of
the Haskels. Is that very serious?
I want to keep the name of Haskel
in the health-food business.
I understand. I want to keep
our name in the music business.
Can't you understand?
I need you, Jimmy. Some day, you're
going to get everything I've got.
But you won't get it if you fritter
your life away in this town.
This whistle stop.
I like it here.
My dad was happy here.
I told him when he opened this place
he'd never make a go of it.
That's not bad.
If he'd listened to me,
he'd have been a rich man. But, no.
What did he have when he died? The
biggest funeral this town ever saw.
Everybody was there.
Everybody owed him money. Maybe so.
Dad had a wonderful time living.
He liked hunting, fishing, music.
Sorry?! You didn't get anything
out of life. Just making money.
Is that so? Since when has
making money been a crime?
I'm not going to get upset. No, sir!
Uncle, I'm sorry.
Don't hit him. He's an old man.
It was the chair.
Are you hurt? Don't mind me.
Hello, Bud. Can I talk to you?
Yeah, outside here.
Excuse me a minute, Uncle Charlie.
Afraid I've got some bad news.
What's the trouble, Bud?
I'm to take up this attachment
unless you've got money.
are gonna go up to 500 a dozen.
See what you can do. I'll hold this
off as long as I can. Thanks, Bud.
He was just telling me
about some people
He's the sheriff. How do you know?
I knew his father.
father the first time I was here.
Well, you can stay here chasing
or I can show you
a real pot of gold.
I...I... Wait. That's a good idea
of course. Everybody's heard it.
Once. Listen to this.
Clouds that make the day so grey
There's a pot of gold at the end
of the rainbow. Homespun philosophy.
I've got to be going.
What are you going to do?
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