Pennies from Heaven

Warden, where does that fellow

with the guitar hang out?

Down there, at the other end

of the prison.

- I'd like to see him for a while.

- Well, Hart, you know...

I'm the star boarder of this hotel

tonight. You're supposed to cater to me.

Yes, I know. But once you leave your

cell, according to regulations...

Oh, you can't be too technical

at a time like this.

I can't see that it'd do any harm,

Warden.

All right. But just

for a minute, remember.

Hart's the name.

Yeah, I know.

I'm glad to meet you, Hart.

Mine's Poole, Larry Poole.

Much obliged for the music.

You sure tease pretty tunes

out of that guitar.

Oh, that's not a guitar.

It's a lute, 13th century lute.

Whatever it is, you sure got it locked.

And you got a swell pair of pipes too.

Many's the time I heard you out there

in the yard.

It kind of took my mind off things.

The chaplain tells me

you're due out of here next week.

Where do you aim to go?

Well, it depends on the wind. You see,

with me, when I leave a place...

I get myself a feather

and toss it up...

and whichever way the wind blows,

that's where I go.

Swell. Let me toss the feather

for you this time.

Here's a letter I want delivered.

It goes to some people named Smith.

They live somewhere around Middletown,

New Jersey.

I don't know the address.

That's why I can't mail it.

Well, why do you want me

to deliver it?

Because you're the only guy around here

I can trust.

Anybody that can sing sappy,

sentimental songs in prison...

wouldn't double-cross

a guy taking his last walk.

It's mighty important that

that letter gets to those people.

- Will you deliver it for me?

- Why, I'll be glad to.

Thanks. Gee, that's a load

off my mind.

- So long.

- So long.

Okay, folks. Let's go.

Come on, folks.

Six rings for a dime.

A dime, six rings.

Anyone can do it.

Come on, folks, six rings for a dime.

A dime, six rings.

There you are.

Six rings for a dime, folks.

Six rings for a dime.

Step right up and ring 'em

and take home a present.

Hold it.

- What are you after?

- Them.

Can't be done.

Here.

Hey, what's the idea?

You see there?

No can do.

- Oh, a wise guy.

- Sister, you see that cop over there?

- Run on over and tell him...

- Now, wait a minute, pal.

Them opera glasses must have gotten

there by mistake.

Here's your dime back.

My dime? Listen, I've been coming here

every day since this carnival opened.

I spent lots of dimes! Hundreds and

millions, and I don't want my dime back!

I want those opera glasses!

And those glasses you shall have,

unless you want to yell, "Hey, rube. "

Well, if she wants them that bad,

why, she can have 'em.

There you are, sister.

Thank the nice man.

Thank you, you crook!

Gee, aren't they elegant!

Elegant? They're just the last gasp

in binoculars, that's all.

Hey, look. The ground comes

way up here.

Look out you don't step on your chin.

- What's your name?

- Larry. What's yours?

Patricia. But my intimate friends

call me Sarge.

Sarge. Oh!

Mind if I call you Sarge?

No. You're the most intimate friend

I've got. I'm awfully glad to meet you.

You're not half as glad as I am to meet

you. I've been looking all over for you.

Took me almost three weeks

to locate you.

Your name is Smith and you live

over here on Railroad Avenue.

- How did you know?

- I was by your house this morning.

The people next door told me

I'd find you here at the carnival.

They said to look for a little girl

with a red feather in her cap.

Said she had on a brown...

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Oh, no, you don't.

I had to check off 165 Smiths to find you,

and I ain't gonna lose you now.

- Are you a cop?

- Do I look like one?

Well, are you

an instalment collector?

- No, I should say not.

- Then what do you want?

- I got something for you.

- What?

Hadn't we better tell that to the head

of the family? Is there somebody else?

My grandpa.

There's just me and Gramp.

I tell you what we'll do then.

We'll tell your gramp.

- If that's okay with you?

- Sure. And you can stay for lunch.

- Gramp's got a nice big ham.

- Why, I'd love to.

Oh, I forgot. Gramp gave me a dime

to get a loaf of bread...

and I spent it on the rings.

Well, if Gramp can furnish the ham,

the least I can do is furnish the bread.

Oops. I'm flat myself.

Madam, I am temporarily

without funds.

That's all right. We can eat

the ham without the bread.

Oh, we'll get pennies enough for bread.

- Where?

- From heaven.

On a lonely road or sidewalk

It doesn't matter where

I've always felt that I'd walk

Into my love affair

And on that perfect day

I'd say

The breeze runs after you

When you're passing by

It wants to be near

And so do I

The willow bows to you

Forgetting to cry

It waits for your smile

And so do I

All the world's at your command

What wouldn't it do

For one look at you

And I'm that way too

The rose

That you caress

Is willing to die

It loves you so very much

And so

Do I

- Let's do it again!

- Oh, no, Sarge.

You give 'em a little, they throw coins.

Give 'em too much, they throw eggs.

- What do you suppose that means?

- Let's find out!

- Patsy!

- Hey, Sarge!

Wait! Come back here.

- What's this all about?

- That's just what I want to find out.

Come in.

Don't come close to me.

I have a cold.

Okay, I won't.

- Gesundheit.

- Thank you.

What were you doing down there

in that yard with Patsy?

Oh, we were serenading the world.

Tell me something. What made that kid

take off like a rabbit when she saw you?

Guilty conscience.

She's playing hookey.

Bless you. Say, you know that oil

of balsam is good for that.

Never mind oil of balsam or any other

kind of oil. Answer my question.

What makes you so interested

about this kid? What is it?

I work for the welfare department,

and it's my job...

to look after the problem children

of this county.

Oh, is Patsy such a problem?

Problem? I've got 20 to look after...

and she's more trouble

than all the rest put together.

- Bless you.

- Oh, stop blessing me!

That child's supposed to be in school,

and I find her dancing for pennies!

What's the matter with that? It keeps

the kid out in the open, doesn't it?

Who are you? I've never seen you

around here anyway.

I'm the last of the troubadours.

- If you think this is a joking matter...

- I'm not joking.

Seriously, I'm just a harmless guy,

the friend of man.

I envy nobody,

and I'm sure nobody envies me.

If I were you, I wouldn't get myself

into a temperature over this thing.

- It's bad for your cold.

- Never mind my cold.

- Not too close.

- I'm sorry.

- Are you related to Patsy?

- No, just a friend of the family.

Do you know that she's in danger

of being sent to an orphanage?

I've been trying to prevent it, but if

this goes on, I don't see how I can.

What's wrong with an orphanage? I was

raised in one. It didn't hurt me any.

- It didn't do you any good.

- What's the matter with me?

If you want my opinion, you seem to be

nothing more than a shiftless loafer!

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