The Five Pennies Page #7

Not only mine.

All the doctors on the staff.

Well, then get another staff...

- or another hospital.

- Loring.

Listen, you, that's my daughter

you're talking about...

and you're not gonna make a statistic

out of her...

and give up before you even get started.

If you don't know anything,

get somebody who does.

Do something for her, will you, Doc?

Hi.

I finally found an all-night

hamburger joint right on the corner.

Any word?

Isn't it funny? You live with a man

seven or eight years...

and you forget whether he takes

mustard or ketchup on his hamburgers.

I'm not hungry.

Now I remember. Ketchup.

- I couldn't eat it anyway...

- Come on, please. Go on. Eat it, Loring.

You know,

I started out blaming you, too.

The first few hours, I hated you,

and then I got to thinking.

This could have happened

no matter where Dorothy was.

Even people that never

let their kids out of their sight...

this happens to them.

Who can you blame? The whole world?

I can narrow it down

a little better than that.

When I threw a couple of things

together to come out here...

the first thing

I threw in my bag was my cornet.

That'll give you a rough idea.

Oh, go on, Loring.

You gotta eat something.

Lf, by any miracle,

that kid comes through this...

I'm gonna give up this whole rat race.

I didn't think you believed in miracles.

Right now,

there's very little else to believe in.

Loring...

you remember the lyric

to The Battle Hymn of the Republic?

What brought that up?

Well, it's been so long since either of us

were at a church festival.

I thought

we might be able to remember that one.

I can't remember it at all

and I must've played it 1,000 times.

"Mine eyes have seen the glory...

"of the coming of the Lord.

"He is trampling down the," something...

"where the grapes of wrath are stored."

Doesn't seem to fit the situation here,

does it?

It's the only one we know.

What's the rest?

"He has loosed the awful lightning...

"of His terrible swift sword.

- "His truth is marching on."

- Mrs. Nichols...

your daughter's calling you.

She's...

Come on, honey. Dorothy's calling.

Put down the sandwich.

You're always eating.

- Hello, baby.

- Darling, hi.

Hello, sweetheart.

Alakazam kazam.

Sorry, but you'd better go now.

We don't want to overdo it, you know?

- Oh, Doctor, please.

- Please.

I'd like my mother to stay.

Just have to cancel the tour.

That's all. Taxi.

What do you mean, cancel the tour?

Red, they'll sue you for every dime you

should've saved in the past five years.

- We got a contract.

- We'll pay them off.

Pay them off? With what?

Look, tell the boys in the band that...

Well, I don't know

how you're gonna tell them.

It's still the same as being fired.

But tell them I'm sorry,

and pay them off, too.

Where am I gonna get it? You've been

living like there's no income tax.

And now, you got doctor bills like crazy.

- You ever see anything like this?

- Yeah.

That waitress I took out last night.

Red, would you listen to me?

Taxi.

You know what those doctors

had the nerve to tell me?

I had a big consultation.

They said that Dorothy

would never ever walk again.

Never ever.

You think I'm going to

take that lying down?

Sure, Red. Fire the hospital.

- So long, Tony.

- What do you mean? I'm going with you.

It's been great knowing you.

So you finally got around

to firing me, huh?

- Who else is left?

- Okay.

Do me a favor, will you, Tony?

Don't tell the boys what happened.

I mean...

- you just don't know where I am, okay?

- Sure.

I never saw you before in my whole life.

So long, stranger.

About those doctors...

pretty soon they'll be working for you.

- Over here!

- Look at me, Red!

Well, take it easy.

You're gonna pull the whole roof down.

I can do it three times.

You can? I can only do it twice.

How you getting along

with your neighbor?

Boy, you got a strange one.

Only exercise she's done

since she's been here...

- was when she tried to spit in my eye.

- Shut up.

- There she goes again.

- Well, that's how it goes.

Honey, I got a nice assortment

for you today.

First, we have what we call

a little raggaplumian doll right here.

And then, we have...

Oh, this is the great one. Look.

All you gotta do is push it down like that,

and it'll play the cymbals for you.

You know I can't reach.

The doctor says you could

if you wanted to.

Oh, sure. Easy as pie.

- Hey, Red.

- Yeah?

What about our glee club?

Not today, Billy. I don't feel up to it.

Oh, brother. Must run in the family.

How about it, kids?

Have you all done your practicing?

- Yeah!

- Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi.

Well, don't call me. I'll call you.

- Let's do Schnitzelbank again.

- Yeah!

Hold. Hold on. Hold the phone.

We can't do Schnitzelbank.

The last time we did Schnitzelbank...

I beat you by two choruses

and a half a "schnitz."

- All right, here we go.

- Why does he come down here...

and make a regular spectacle

out of himself?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe for some strange reason

he likes to be around you.

Oh, sure. As soon as I'm better,

I'll never see him again.

We now have a solo with the

big soprano here, right? All right.

Yes, you are ready to sing now?

Ja. Well, this is nice. All right.

Ja. Well, you will be the soprano

in the first part.

And then, after, we will come back

to the tenors and the baronodes. Ja?

- Dorothy.

- What's that?

That's my present...

from that fellow that's making

a regular spectacle out of himself.

- It's a house.

- I believe it is.

We're gonna live in it

as soon as you get out of here.

- All of us?

- All of us. All the time.

Down in Los Angeles, where the doctors

say the sunshine's better for you.

Our own whole house that's ours?

Ours and the First National Bank.

- Our own towels?

- It's a thought.

Hold it up again.

This is the most delicious thing

your mother has cooked...

since we've been in this house.

Blanket a la mode, it's delicious.

Don't let him put any more of those

hot things on me. They burn. They burn.

We have to, Dorothy. You've got to

understand that we have to.

All right, nothing is gonna make her cry,

is it? Is anything making you cry?

- No, nothing.

- That's a good girl.

But those hot things won't do any good.

Nothing will.

You think that's real crying?

No, it's nothing but a fake.

When I was Dorothy's age...

we had some kids on our block

who could really cry.

We had a kid called Fat Tommy.

Now, there was a crier. When he cried,

you could hear him for miles around.

He'd go...

Everybody heard him.

Then, there was Meyer the crier.

Now, he was a fine crier.

Meyer the crier was a crier fine.

Meyer, crier, was a fine crier.

Did you know that?

He would hiccup when he cried.

He would go...

Now, you know...

Did I ever tell you about Silent Sam?

- There was a fine crier.

- No!

He never made a sound. He was

what we'd call a back-draft crier.

Did you ever hear one of those?

He didn't make any sound at all

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