Pocketful of Miracles

- 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.