Pot o' Gold

Hello, Mrs Simmons...Mary.

Hello, Mr Haskel.

Here's your shirt, Jimmy.

I turned the cuffs. Thanks.

Little enough for letting Mary

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.

I wanted time to think it over.

Come in, Uncle Charlie.

I...I wrote you...

I wrote you three months ago!

Was it that long? You know

how it is, a fella gets busy.

With these things, you have to

change the oil every thousand miles.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

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.

That chair needs fixing. It's

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.

I'm talking about BIG 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 could never understand my brother.

I told him when he opened this place

he'd never make a go of it.

It failed successfully for 25 years.

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.

Music!

He talked a great deal about you.

He did?

Always seemed to feel sorry for you.

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 argue with you. And

I'm not going to get upset. No, sir!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

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.

Take it up. Unless you think eggs

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

that wanted musical instruments.

He's the sheriff. How do you know?

I knew his father.

He was serving a paper on your

father the first time I was here.

Well, you can stay here chasing

rainbows

or I can show you

a real pot of gold.

I...I... Wait. That's a good idea

for my radio show tomorrow night.

You've heard my Happiness Hour

of course. Everybody's heard it.

Once. Listen to this.

Clouds that make the day so grey

must sooner or later pass away.

There's a pot of gold at the end

of the rainbow. Homespun philosophy.

Oh, boy.

I've got to be going.

What are you going to do?

Unless a miracle happens in

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