Pocketful of Miracles Page #5

She was sobbing.

It's good I ran into her.

- So she got a package on.

- It's worse than bein' swacked.

She was swiping stationery

from the Marberry Hotel.

- And writin' letters to her daughter.

- Daughter? That old bag?

She's a woman, ain't she?

- What's this about a daughter?

- Annie's got a daughter in Spain.

Raised in a convent since she was a baby.

- She's comin' to visit, bringing a count.

- She's gonna marry a count or somethin'.

- What is this, a rib?

- Annie sends her money every month.

And we've been lettin' her

shake us down cos we knew.

We all are godfathers.

We all got a piece of the kid.

We figure you're a godfather too.

You got the biggest piece.

- Me?

- You give Annie big tips for her apples.

- It's why her apples were lucky for you.

- We got a business appointment to keep.

- You keep it. Just stall 'em.

- How am I gonna stall 'em?

I'll be along as soon as I get my apple.

Now move it. Move it.

- Where is Annie?

- At her flop. I'll show you.

- Come on, Queenie. She may be sick.

- Not me. I got a date with Howard Porter.

Never mind Howard Porter. I need you.

Maybe Annie needs you too,

the way your old lady did.

- Now, just a minute.

- Move it.

No panhandlers on Broadway! Keep

your mind off that dizzy blonde of yours.

I don't think about her

during the daytime, boss.

Well, if it isn't my dear friend

Dave the Dude and his charming broad.

She's just bagged again. Annie,

you had me worried. Where's the bottle?

So nice of you to come.

The butler will take your things.

Lovely estate you have here,

Lady Chatterley.

It's nothing, really. Just something

I keep for the hunting season.

Everybody's coming down

for the hunting season, don't you know.

The flea hunt, isn't it?

What are you trying to do?

Knock yourself off?

Doc Michel told you

this paint'll poison you.

Dude, look.

The old lady's had her moments.

This on the emmis?

You really got yourself a kid?

Don't sit there slobbering.

Answer me. Is this your kid?

- No.

- Those crumbs, taking me for a sucker.

Oh!

- My baby!

- All right, Annie. Stand up. It's all right.

Dude knows all about it.

He's a godfather too.

I don't want you

casing the waterfront again.

I was born in a place like this and I don't

wanna come back. That's why I need you.

What's all this malarkey about a kid?

She's coming over with a count.

She's going to marry his son.

Royalty.

They're coming over to meet me.

Me.

Wait till they get a load of Apple Annie.

That'll be a laugh. Eh, Dude?

Wait till they meet

her crummy old lady. Eh, Queenie?

And see this dump.

Annie, you can't do this. Come on now,

you old souse. Get up out of there.

Take it easy. She's an old souse

maybe, but she's full of dreams.

- She's full of gin. Where are the apples?

- Here are your lousy apples.

Old fool, getting herself in a jam like this.

Now come on, let's go.

You're acting like Darcey already.

You can't leave her.

You want me to tuck her in bed?

Sing her a lullaby? Come on.

And her daughter? By the time

she gets here, she'll be in a psycho ward.

She'll sleep it off. She'll be all right in

the morning. I'll send Dr Michel. Come on.

What am I going to do, Queenie?

What am I going to do?

Poor creep. Some Dude must've

gotten in your blood once too.

Come on, Queenie!

I'm way past post time.

I got troubles, Annie, but boy, you...

you need a miracle.

What am I going to do?

What are you gonna do, Mr Dude?

- About what?

- About Miss Annie.

- What do you expect me to do?

- You could get her into the Marberry.

Apple Annie in the Marberry?

You're crazy.

- Just for a week.

- Now listen, Mr Dude.

We already took up a collection, we did.

We all chipped in 65 bucks to get her in.

You did? Well, 65 bucks is a tip

at the Marberry. You're all bats.

- What about your playboy friend?

- Rodney Kent.

- He's got a penthouse at the Marberry.

- You keep out of this. Move it, Junior.

Annie at the Marberry... I said move it!

His luck is gonna turn awful bad.

Apple, be lucky today.

All you little people in there,

you start workin' real hard.

All right. When you get home,

call Doc Michel to see Annie.

She'll be all right.

She's on a bender, that's all.

Hmm? Ain't it a fact?

You've seen her swacked before.

What the hell do I care?

I got what I want: The city of New York.

This great big town and those heels that

pushed me around, it's all mine now,

stretched right out on a silver platter.

Cos Darcey's come around to my way.

What do I need

that old apple souse for anyhow?

You know, they say luck is superstition.

Nah, it ain't superstition at all.

You know what it is?

Luck is an art. An art I got.

So I lose the old lady

and her apples. So what?

Apple Annie at the Marberry Hotel?

What do you expect me to do,

for cryin' out loud?

Look, will you say something?

Look, will you say something?

OK, Mr Big Shot.

Now keep your date with Darcey.

And no more gin, huh?

Hey, boss. These rich guys

use chequers with horses on 'em.

Put that down!

I oughta have my head shrunk,

doing this.

You at the Marberry! Why didn't you

swipe stationery from the White House?

You could've said

you were Eleanor Roosevelt.

- Whom did you wish to see, sir?

- Is this here Rodney Kent's igloo?

This is Mr Kent's penthouse, yes,

but unfortunately Mr Kent is in Havana.

He is? Well, where'd you get the idea

that I give a hang where he is?

- I just assumed...

- Come over here.

I'm gonna tell you something

that'll make you wet all over.

Really?

I don't care anything about Rodney Kent.

I'm lookin' for Dave the Dude.

- Who is that?

- He's here, ain't he?

Well... yes.

Well, what are you standin' there for,

growin' in the carpet? Take me to him.

Wait here, will you, please?

There is no carpet.

Sir? A gentleman. Rather primitive.

You tryin' to make me crazy?

What's goin' on?

Come here, come here.

- Where you been?

- Where have I been?

- I've had to do everything myself.

- I've been through a meat grinder.

For 24 hours I've been locked up

in Little Switz

listening to that seasick gorilla.

I'm alibiing like crazy.

- What are you alibiing for?

- For you, for not showing up.

So I didn't show up.

How'd you leave the big man, hm?

- Headfirst and landed in the gutter.

- Good.

Says he won't talk to messenger boys.

Says he barbecues them.

- Used the blowtorch, eh?

- Says next time I'll be inside the shirt.

Bluffing, Joy Boy. That's his psychology.

Pay no attention to him.

- What's this?

- Meet the new queen of society.

This is Annie, the Duchess of Apples.

What's your daughter doing in Spain?

Who's her father?

Aw, boss, that ain't a polite question

to ask a dame like Annie.

Wait a minute. You tellin' me Rodney Kent

gave you his apartment for this owl?

Yeah. He's a bigger sucker than I am.

He even threw in the butler.

Not against my will, sir. I love

Cinderella stories. Don't you, sir?

Take a walk, huh?

- Junior, what happened to Queenie?

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