Pocketful of Miracles

God bless everybody.

Apples! Help an old lady. Buy an apple.

Bless you, mister.

A nickel. Thank you, Mr Rockefeller!

You lousy cheapskate.

Apples! Apples!

Tallulah!

Tallulah, good luck tonight!

Apples! Apples, madam?

Buy an apple? An apple, madam?

Apples? Apples?

Apples?

Apples... Apples...

Apples... Apples...

Apples... Apples...

Apples... Apples...

- Where'd you pick him up?

- He's the new fella.

- Working the subway, huh?

- He didn't pay you yet, did he?

I gave you five bucks last month.

Five bucks every month

if you work Broadway, buster.

Hey, that's seven. Two of that's mine.

Yeah, Soho.

A nice long letter.

- Did it come today?

- Yeah. I'll pass it around.

Now get going over to the Casino.

There's a matinee.

New joke?

- Hi, Smiley.

- Hi, Annie. Been looking for you.

Dave the Dude wants to see you

at Rudy Martin's.

- Happy days...

- Annie...

- I ain't paid this month. I'm a little short.

- Sure you are.

Comes Christmas time, what you beg

you put in the Santa Claus box.

- I know. I'm a sucker.

- You are.

- Any mail?

- Yeah. Over at the Casino.

Don't forget the Dude.

- Thanks, Annie.

- Aw, shut up.

P- racticality

D- oesn't interest me

Love the life that I lead

I've got a pocketful of miracles

And with my pocketful of miracles

One little miracle a day is all I need

T- roubles more or less

B- other me, I guess

When the sun doesn't shine

But there's that pocketful of miracles

And with my pocketful of miracles

The world's a bright and shiny apple

That's mine, all mine

Dude sent word he wants me.

On top of everything else,

this one shows up.

All right. You got 14 fifths of Scotch...

Just sit down, Annie. Five of the bourbon...

You know, Joy Boy, this morning was

the first time I ever been to a funeral.

- Do you believe there's a life after?

- Five of the gin and...

Why are you sittin' there like a dummy?

Why don't you write it down?

If I could write I'd be in the navy.

Where's the Dude?

What is it with you?

You can't wait 12 seconds?

You got an appointment

at the beauty parlour with that mop?

Here, give me that. I'll write, you count.

If I could count I'd be in the army.

Why don't you laugh? It's funny.

If I could laugh I wouldn't have heartburn.

Wanna know why Rudy Martin

was found in the river? There it is.

50 G's worth of I.O.Thems

to the gambling boys. Hello, Annie.

There's a note. "Thanks for everything.

Take care of my baby Queenie."

- What's "baby Queenie"?

- Maybe he left you a horse.

- There's a Queenie running at Hialeah.

- That's right. Hey, Powder!

- Thanks a lot. You did a good job in there.

- For you, Dude, any time, boy.

Annie, is that the biggest apple you got?

I need a triple shot of luck today.

This apple'll make

the birds sing for you again.

I tell you, kid, you get another sucker

like my boss, you can retire altogether.

This could only happen

to a smart guy like you.

There's a man who owns a joint,

gets knocked off owing you $20,000.

And on top of that, you get stuck

for the funeral bill. Go figure that.

Fine thing you did,

giving a poor soul a Christian burial.

Here's luck for you.

Something good's gonna happen

to you now. Something real good.

Yeah. You could break a leg.

You give up panhandling,

I'll give up bootlegging,

and you and me will run this speak

together. Could be a gold mine, Annie.

No, I'm not kidding, Annie.

Come on, let's see your gams.

- Oh, boy. Whoopee!

- How about that, huh?

- Hello, suckers!

- You old chiselling moocher.

- Here. Here's a fiver for your apple.

- God bless you, Dude.

Annie, will you tell me, why do I always

believe that your apples bring me luck?

Can you tell me?

Because the little people like you.

- What little people?

- Oh, you can't see 'em.

They live in dreams.

Little people like me, huh? Why?

Because they like children,

beggars and poets.

And that makes me a poet?

You want to believe in something.

Right now it's my apple.

So, the little people jump in it, see?

That's why this apple will bring you luck.

Why, you old con dame. Here's

the only thing you believe in.

- There you go, Annie.

- God bless you, Dude. God bless you.

- And bring you luck straightaway.

- All right.

Hey, Annie! You stay away

from those gin bottles. You hear me?

- I never touch it.

- Yeah, sure.

- Are you Mr Dave the Dude?

- I am. Don't drip on my suit.

What is this? Grand Central? Junior,

close that door. There's liquor in here.

You lookin' for a job in the chorus, kid?

The joint's closed, so try someplace else.

- And lock it!

- I read this in a Maryland paper.

"Rudy Martin, gangland victim,

was buried today."

"Dave the Dude arranged his funeral."

- Maryland? Old Rudy really got around.

- I beg your pardon?

If you got money comin' to you, the Dude

is not pickin' up the tab for Rudy's bills.

- Now be a nice girl. Take a walk. Bye.

- Rudy Martin was my father.

You're Rudy's kid?

- You're Queenie?

- Yeah. Well, that's what Papa called me.

Hey! She ain't a horse!

- Why didn't you show at the funeral?

- I just read about it.

- You ain't pulling a fast one on me?

- Mr Dude, I'm here because of you.

Papa came to see me last month

and he was very worried.

He said "Queenie, if anything happens

to me, here's the lease to my club."

"Give it to Dave the Dude. He's a right guy

and I've got to pay him back."

So here it is. It's all signed and everything.

That's very nice,

but the joint's in hock up to here.

The inventory won't pay for the flowers,

so the lease is worth about a quarter.

Miss Martin, "Papa" owes me $20,000,

and a lot more to some guys

who don't laugh so easy.

- That much?

- That much.

Well, I've got a few dollars in the bank.

What I make at the cafeteria,

I could manage five dollars a week.

- A cafeteria?

- I'm cashier there.

The next one Howard... uh, Mr Porter

opens, I'm gonna be manager.

Then I could give you a little more.

- It's five whole dollars.

- The lucky apple is working already.

- Very big.

- It's the best I can do.

Goodbye, Mr Dude.

Thank you for being Papa's friend.

Yeah. I mean...

That's the first broad I ever seen

who wanted to do something for you.

You know, maybe...

- Miss?

- Hey, Dude! No! Come here!

You know, at $5 a week it'll take you

200 years to pay off your father's debt.

- I don't care if it takes a thousand years.

- Take it easy. I got an idea.

For my boss it was the lucky

apple that brought Queenie into his life.

Go figure - he's got a thing

about Annie's apples.

So the Dude shoots the bankroll and

promotes Queenie into a nightclub star.

Much to my surprise she ain't too bad.

And you know what?

The club begins to make money.

And Queenie begins to pay off

her papa's debts. Go figure that one.

By the second year,

the club is a sensation.

We're in the big dough.

Step back. The elevator's coming up.

We're gettin' so big, the opposition

begins playin' games with us.

The Dude kisses the old apple,

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