Pennies from Heaven Page #2

Yeah.

She was beautiful.

The way she held her head.

The way she walked.

It's funny how one look can--

What are you grinning at?

She...

-...gave me a dime.

-Is that all you got?

Didn't nobody else put nothing

in the hat?

-No.

-You can't live on a dime.

You're doing worse than me.

Here.

Here's a quarter.

Go on, take it, Rockefeller. Feel rich.

God bless you.

-Bless you.

-Cut it out!

-What are you, a goddamn pansy?

-I'm sorry, mister.

-Sleep on the sidewalk, for all I care.

-Mister--

Don't be scared.

Who are you?

-What are you doing?

-Eileen.

What do you want?

-How do you know my name?

-Eileen.

-Go away. Leave me alone.

-Oh, don't. Oh, please. Please?

I've seen you...

...in the music store.

There's a song.

Like in the song.

What?

They tell the truth. Songs do.

Stay where you are, please.

I overheard you say you were a teacher.

I asked some of the kids where you lived.

Why?

I've been looking for you.

All my life, I've been looking

for you, Miss Everson.

I don't understand.

You've been in my head, Eileen...

...and in my heart...

...in my soul.

I want to talk to you.

Please...

...let me talk with you.

Eileen!

Who's that?

My brother.

I gotta talk to you.

Eileen, come here!

I don't even know who you are.

Arthur.

I'm Arthur...

...and I love you.

We're never gonna get out

of this Depression.

The hours I put in, door-to-door,

for nothing, peanuts...

...selling what is a very good set

of brushes.

-It's the goddamn territory.

-They just slam the door in your face.

Yeah, it's the territory.

There's no doubt about it.

We'd all be smarter bumming the roads.

What do you say, Arthur?

Hard times, ain't it, Arthur?

I'm sorry. What'd you say?

-I don't suppose you're doing too well.

-Not doing very well?

Hey, wake up, old buddy.

I'm doing very well.

Very, very well, indeed-y.

-Heading for the cuckoo house, are you?

-Me?

No chance.

I'll tell you guys something.

Everybody who ever lived in the entire

history of these here United States...

...would want to be me

if they knew what I felt like inside.

-What's wrong?

-That's the trouble with you guys.

You walk around with dirt and ash

in your eyeballs.

You just can't begin to see

what a fantastic world it is we live in.

Come on, get your goddamn chins up

off the floor.

It's beautiful.

It is.

Shining.

The whole place is shining.

Can't you see it?

Don't you feel it?

-Sounds like a crate of eggs to me.

-Sliced bologna, more like it.

Yeah, it would to you, Ed, wouldn't it?

What do you mean?

Because you don't know

the young lady in question, do you?

It's impossible to explain.

Not the sort of thing

you can put into words.

Oh, yes, it is.

Did you get your hand up her skirt, Arthur?

You lay her in the back seat?

Has she got big tits?

-Son of a b*tch!

-Hey, easy! Easy! Come on!

Hey, he was kidding!

Everything I've ever dreamed of,

hoped for or longed for...

...everything deep inside me...

...here in my heart.

She's everything.

"And so the handsome prince

stepped out from the trees...

...and looked up at the tiny window

at the top of the tall, tall tower...

...that had no door.

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,' he called.

'Let down your hair.'

And thinking it was the old witch...

...Rapunzel let down her hair.

Long, shining, golden hair...

...all the way down, down, down

to the ground."

And....

-And then....

-The prince climbed up.

Just as he had seen the old witch do.

"But when he came to the window,

Rapunzel stepped back in fear.

Oh, my, she was scared.

She had never seen a man before."

Oh, yes, some of you boys can laugh.

But his face was so nice...

...and his eyes were so kind...

...and his voice was so gentle.

Quiet!

Oh, no, it's Mr. Warner.

Never have I heard such a commotion!

Where on earth do you think you are,

a fairground?

Come here, boy.

Put out your hands.

Mr. Warner.

One word...

...one sound, that's all.

One further sound from any one of you...

...and....

And tonight I want you to study your

spelling because you missed that word.

-Spell "blue."

-B-L-U-E.

All right, now you study.

Good afternoon.

Bye.

Hello.

Hello.

I hope you don't mind...

...but I had to see you again,

Miss Everson.

I don't mind.

I thought maybe a little drive?

I could take you home.

That would be very nice.

Your carriage awaits, madame.

I haven't offended you, I hope.

I'm not very at ease with people.

Men, I mean.

That's all right, honey.

I got enough moxie for both of us.

You won't tell lies, will you?

Arthur?

Not if I can help it.

And you're not married, are you?

Do I look like a married man?

I even got a hole in my sock.

Sometimes....

-What's the matter?

-I feel as if I'm suffocating in this house.

I don't feel I can stick it out much longer.

I know what you mean.

Oh, they're good, my family, really.

They're good. It's just that...

...since my mother died...

...things aren't the same anymore,

and we're all very different...

...from each other.

It's hard to believe

that fella's your brother.

Really? In what way?

Well, there's something delicate

about you, Eileen.

I mean, it's not--

It's....

I don't know how to say it.

It's something hesitating.

Not in that way. It's more like--

I don't know.

It's not any one thing.

It's everything all together.

Especially when you look sideways.

Do I look sideways?

Oh, no. I mean, not exactly sideways.

No, I mean...

...you ain't got a squint or anything.

You don't see two of me.

But I wouldn't mind seeing two of you.

My wife says--

Arthur.

God rest her soul.

Arthur.

That's why I hate motorcycles.

You mean...?

Oh, God. When I think about it....

It was three years ago last...

...Tuesday.

The senseless waste!

Her broken, young body.

Arthur. Don't cry, Arthur. Don't.

Don't, Arthur. Don't.

She was looking

in a butcher shop's window.

She knew how I liked lamb chops.

And then...

...this motorcycle, out of control.

-Arthur--

-Oh, Eileen.

-No, Arthur. No, l--

-Oh, Eileen.

-Arthur, no.

-Oh, Eileen.

This is the first time I've felt anything

since that day.

No, I'm scared.

I never--

Arthur, I never--

Oh, Eileen, take the pain away.

Oh, please.

Take the pain away, Eileen.

Please. Please.

I'll try. I'll try.

I'll try, Arthur. I'll try.

Arthur.

Poor Arthur. Poor....

Arthur?

No, it's Dracula.

Oh, thank God you've come back.

You trying to be funny?

-I thought you'd gone forever.

-I have. I've gone.

-What do I get here in that bed of nails?

-I'll try again, Arthur. I'll try harder.

I've even--

I've even put lipstick on.

What do you mean?

You always put lipstick on.

No, I mean, l--

I put it on my....

What, on your--?

On your nipples, Joanie?

Have you?

You said you wanted me to.

How'd you know

I was coming back tonight?

I've been putting it on

every night, Arthur...

...hoping...

...praying that you'd come back to me.

Let me see.

Show me, angel.

-Oh, I see. Still the same after all.

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