Pennies from Heaven

Joan.

Joanie, sugar?

Come on, Joan.

Sugar?

-Wake up, baby.

-No, Arthur, don't.

-Oh, baby. Come on, sugar.

-No. It's too early, Arthur.

-Oh, Joanie, wake up.

-I'm not awake.

Arthur, there isn't time.

-There's always time for this, Joan.

-No. Stop it. Arthur, no. Don't.

I said, no!

Why not? Why not, Joan?

You said you wanted to get away early.

That's what you said.

You never want to, do you? Never.

-Fix the coffee, will you, darling?

-Goddamn coffee.

-Arthur.

-Listen, Joan, don't you understand?

I'm going to be away from home

for four days and nights.

-There's no need to swear, is there?

-That's not much of a cuss.

I don't think it's very nice, Arthur,

especially in your own home.

You don't give me a chance.

You gotta give me a chance.

I don't know what you mean, Arthur.

I wouldn't go all that way

without breakfast. You must eat, sweetie.

I like feeling empty.

You know you don't. What funny things

you say in one of your moods.

I'm empty, Joan.

Nothing inside me. Nothing at all.

Oh, what, Arthur? Not even a song?

Not a teeny-weeny little tune?

I keep them songs in my bag,

not in my heart.

And in your head.

That fella at the bank yesterday said he

didn't reckon there was a fella in Chicago...

...who knew more about songs that sell

than me.

-Did he say that?

-He said, "Borrow what you like.

A fella like you is no risk.

No risk at all."

-Is that true, Arthur?

-And I said, "I don't want it.

My wife's got some cash,

and she'll support me."

We need that money, Arthur,

for our old age.

No. We need it now, Joan.

Honey, I'm a good salesman.

I can pick the right songs.

-Jesus Christ almighty.

-Don't blaspheme.

Corn to the left of you,

corn to the right...

...and the storekeepers are dumb and windy

as my old granny's a**hole.

-Arthur.

-Well...

...your hick storekeeper cusses a lot,

believe me.

My daddy didn't. Not ever.

Yeah, but your daddy used to sing

in the church choir.

He was more a Christian

than a storekeeper.

He might overcharge you,

but he said his prayers.

Honey.

He would want you

to use that money he left you.

Money he worked hard for all his life

to save for a rainy day?

It's raining. Pouring.

Oh, cheer up, Arthur.

You won't sell anything without a smile.

-Arthur!

-Make me happy, Joan.

It'd really be nice, huh?

Down here on the floor?

Joan, look.

I want to show you something, Joan.

-Stop! Arthur!

-Birds do it. Bees do it.

Little birdies in the trees do it.

It was just a thought.

A very peculiar thought, Arthur.

Don't you ever listen to the words...

...in the songs?

In these songs?

That's not real life.

Real life?

You tell me what real life is.

It's a bowl of dog biscuits.

There's nothing wrong with that,

if you're a dog.

That's what you want.

You want a goddamn poodle.

Not a man. Not a real man!

-Don't be silly, Arthur.

-Well, I'll tell you this...

...this is one old dog

who ain't coming back to the kennel.

What do you mean, Arthur?

Three guesses.

Arthur?

A thousand dollars.

What on earth do you want

with $ 1000, Mr. Parker?

-I want more capital for my business.

-Selling sheet music?

Yeah, songs, on commission.

I got a bad territory, see...

...East Central Illinois.

God help me.

I want to muscle in on Indianapolis

as well, you get me?

Yes. With all such large sums of money...

...the question of adequate collateral

cannot be evaded.

-Pardon?

-Well, you see...

...your wife has a deposit account

at this branch.

That's hers. That is separate.

Her dad willed her that.

-Lf that could be put up as collateral--

-Don't you goddamn understand?

Really, Mr. Parker...

...that sort of language

won't help one little bit.

What will help, then? You tell me.

-That's what I've been trying to--

-Without dragging in my wife's cash.

Which represents the only chance

of your getting a loan...

...of the size of which you are proposing.

What about this, then?

This is what you sell things with.

It's what's up here that matters.

I know the kind of songs that sell.

I got an instinct, and I get 30 percent

of every song sheet I push to the retailer.

Nearly.

Well, nearly 30 percent of 10 cents.

What's the good of setting up

your own business in America today?

Times are hard.

The Depression is still with us.

And why?

Because of dry rot, that's why.

Salesmanship made this country great,

and salesmanship will keep us great.

Dry rot. That's what's doing

the damage. Dry rot.

That's the stuff you've got

between your ears, pal.

Good day, Parker.

What'd you yell?

Me?

I didn't--

-I didn't holler nothing, sir.

-Anything.

I didn't holler anything.

No. Nor me, sir.

Come on. Get in.

-Bring your case.

-Oh, thank you.

-No extra charge.

-Thanks a million.

Too fast for you, buddy?

Nice, this...

...vehicle.

Not bad.

I wish....

Wish what?

I...

...wish I had one.

Hey, what's in that case?

-Piano.

-Oh, right, I should have known. A piano.

Piano accordion.

Yeah?

You can play it?

It's my living.

Oh, no. I think I know what I can

and can't sell in my own store, Mr. Parker.

You sure do. I wouldn't try

to tell you what you could sell--

-lf there is a demand for "Desert Moon"--

-"Prairie Moon." "Prairie Moon," sir.

-This is a great, great song, sir.

-Lf, I can just call the wholesaler, right?

And wait a week? Whereas

if you take a dozen now, you'll be ready...

...when they come in that door

asking for the--

One moment, please.

-Can I help you, ma'am?

-I wonder--

You see, I'm looking for part songs

for a children's choir.

Yes, I believe I have one back here.

It's not here, I'm afraid,

but I'm sure I can get it for you, Mrs....

Miss. Miss Everson.

-I want it for the children in my class.

-Could you give me an address?

Miss Eileen Everson...

...care of Lincoln Junior School.

Very good, Miss Everson.

I'll see what I can do. Have a nice day.

You know what she needs, don't you?

Just sign for what you have ordered.

Don't talk about a lady like that.

Thank you. Thank you very,

very much, folks. Thank you.

Thank you, folks.

Thank you very, very much.

Thank you, folks.

Thank you very, very much.

It was very nice.

-Pardon, lady?

-It was nice.

-A nice hymn.

-Oh, shall I...

...play you another one?

-"The Old Rugged Cross"?

-No, thank you very much.

I'll play "The Old Rugged Cross."

No.

Hello, Father.

-Come on, Eileen.

-Yes, Father.

Let's go, boy.

Shut up, you fool.

How long is it since you ate?

I eat here...

-...and there.

-Now and then is more like it.

Ain't you hungry, mister?

Oh, I'm hungry, all right.

Didn't you like it?

When you think about things...

...before you go to sleep at night...

...when your head is still....

No, I don't want it.

You can have it.

And good luck to you, buddy.

Where do you sleep tonight, buddy?

Did you hear what I said?

Alley.

What?

Where I was playing...

...there...

...was an alley.

There was a girl.

Wasn't there? Gave you some money

just before we came in here.

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