Money From Home
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- 1953
- 100 min
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Well, sir,
in an exceedingly
large village,
which is called by name
as New York City.
It is a crazy year
and a crazy time
when a citizen name of Rockefeller
is handin' out dimes.
It is a time when gin comes in
bathtubs and cops come in pairs
due to the Volstead Act,
which is enforced somewhat.
And in certain communities
around the land,
violin students are
meetin' one another
unexpectedly on certain streets
and immediately commence to make
beautiful music at each other.
Like I said,
it is a crazy time,
what with this and that
and one thing and another.
Now it comes on a pleasant spring
morning that a tale begins to unfold.
This tale concerns
a somewhat gentleman
by the name of
Honey Talk Nelson,
who is a very dapper citizen,
premises of Mindy's Restaurant,
a well-known eatin' emporium
situated on the main stem.
Uh, this citizen
is not Mr. Nelson,
but these are
Honey Talk's friends,
kings, and a noble breed of men,
providing you do not expect
too much of nobility.
They are deeply interested
in horse racing.
Philly the Weeper,
Milk Ear Willie,
The Society Kid, Lead-Pipe
Louie, No-Knees Nolan...
Sam... Sam?
Sam! So sue me!
Now, here is
Honey Talk Nelson, himself.
So called because he can honey
talk strangers out of anything,
especially money.
The guy with him is Fat Phil,
who is no stranger.
Stop the honey talk,
Honey Talk!
I am no stranger!
some new strangers.
Sam. Hmm?
I got a horse at Jamaica,
hotter than a base runner.
Lead-pipe positive.
Like money from home.
You want in?
Yeah, I'll... I'll pool
my dough with yours.
That's no pool,
that's a birdbath.
Look, Honey Talk, I am not partin'
with any of my workin' capital.
Sam.
I'll give you
one of my markers.
Markers?
The town is swimmin'
now in your markers.
You're the only citizen on this
street who has his IOU's printed.
What's the matter
with my IOU's?
Just feel the quality
of that paper.
Stop mooching from the
fraternity, Honey Talk.
Yeah. How come your
cousin doesn't stake you?
Cousin has to give him
what to eat now.
And if it wasn't
for that horse doctor,
he wouldn't even have
where to sleep.
What's the matter, you geniuses
never had a losing streak?
Everybody's entitled
to a losing streak,
but 126 days out of the money,
you're abusing the privilege.
Okay, the next time
you touts see me,
just line up and get paid off.
Then scratch yourselves
right out of my life,
'cause my luck
is changin' today.
I got that feeling right
in the seat of my pants.
Hey, Honey Talk, wait a minute!
Here's a double finnif.
That's all you can spare?
Well, now wait...
It's all right
for a start, Sam.
I'll give you a marker.
Okay, what's the name
of the horse?
Jumbo Schneider desires
to see you, Honey Talk.
Can't you see I'm busy?
Personally, I would advise
you to come with me.
What for?
Jumbo don't say what for.
your toenails up to here.
Listen, Oscar, I
only know one thing,
the guy owes me
6,000 potatoes, see?
And I don't care
if he's a commissioner.
You tell him that
either he pays up
with Jumbo by
next Thursday noon,
or he is suddenly
taken fatally dead.
Tell my boys that my books don't
take no more bets from cops,
over $2,000.
Honey Talk Nelson, Jumbo.
You sent for him.
Gentlemen usually remove their
hats in a person's home.
Oh, sure, sure.
It's n-nice to know you,
Mr. Schneider.
It is not nice to know me.
I know me and believe me,
it is not nice to know me,
especially when
you're indebted to me.
I'm not indebted to you,
Mr. Schneider.
I only deal with your
books when I have cash.
It's a well-known fact
to one and all
that you don't care for IOU's.
Well, you talk good, Honey
Talk, but you talk wrong.
You see, because you are indebted
to me to the amount of...
Three thousand, four hundred
and fifty biscuits.
Three thousand, four hundred
and fifty biscuits.
Me? That's ridiculous!
I buy these up from the various
bookies you are in hock to
and they are glad
to settle with Jumbo
for 20 cents on the dollar,
what state your credit's in.
I'll make good
every dime, Jumbo.
I just had a run of black luck.
But my luck is changin' today.
I've got that feelin' right
in the seat of my pants
and when I get that feelin',
my luck changes.
Yeah. Well, kid, your
luck has changed already.
See, because all you gotta
do to get square with Jumbo
is to do Jumbo one little
favor, that's all.
Anything you say, Jumbo.
Anything, long as it's legal.
Legal, schmegal, you either
do it or you wind up
in a concrete
kimono sucking mud
from the bottom
of the Hudson River.
Oh. What's the favor?
Well, there is a horse runnin'
in the Gold Vase Steeplechase
at Tarrytown, Maryland, next week,
by the name of Sweep Forward,
and I would like that Sweep
Forward should win, that's all.
But there's a horse in that
race by the name of My Sheba
that's the odds on favorite
to win the race.
Yeah, yeah,
so you're a smart guy,
so you figure out
that if My Sheba don't run,
then Sweep Forward
has to breeze home.
That's not my line of work.
Why do you pick on me?
Because My Sheba is owned
by a very pretty doll
by the name of
Miss Phyllis Leigh,
and that is your line of work.
How do you figure that?
for the Seldom Seen Kid,
or Short Boy,
or Russian Henry,
or The Big Midget?
They look kind of cute to me.
Well, you ain't
no very pretty doll.
You're just a guy in hock.
Well, what can I do to keep the
doll's horse out of the race?
I'm no fixer.
Well, there are two things
you can do, Honey Talk.
The, uh, first thing is you can honey
talk the girl into scratching the entry.
Oh, have a heart, Jumbo.
Second thing is.
I, uh, hear that you've got a
cousin which is a horse doctor.
Virgil? I can't get him
to fix a horse.
Well, I suggest
you use both methods,
number one and number two,
for, uh, safety's sake.
Safety?
Yeah, your safety. Hmm.
Here are your tickets
for Maryland.
The Seldom Seen Kid'll
give you the details.
And do like you're told
because otherwise
you will wind up
payin' rent in a cemetery.
Okay, Jumbo.
Pack a bag for
the Seldom Seen Kid.
Just to play it
for a sure thing,
I think I want him in Maryland
to keep an eye on Honey Talk
Take two.
Blow! Come on!
Hey! What's up?
What's goin' on?
Motherhood must be served, sir.
Come on, sweetheart. Come on.
Cross over.
Good doggie.
That's a good girl.
Oh, for the love of Lil!
I'm in a hurry and this yokel
stops me to let a dog go by!
I beg your pardon, sir, but that
dog happens to be a mother.
Supposing that was your
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