Pocketful of Miracles

Wait here.
Mrs E Worthington Manville.
Good afternoon, Mrs Manville.
Is there anything I can do for you?

There's a letter here for me.
I'd like to get it.

A letter? Addressed
to the Hotel Marberry?

Yes. I told that fella all about it.
Are you sure you're not mistaken,
my dear lady?

No, I'm not mistaken. I've been
getting my letters here for years.

Madam, you're not a guest
of the Marberry, are you?

- Of course not. Any fool could see that.
- Please, there's no necessity for shouting.

Then why don't you give me my letter?
Why keep asking stupid questions?

Madam, I'm compelled to ask you
to leave these premises.

- No. Not till I get my letter.
- Shall I call the police, Mr Cole?

Send for the police. I'm no criminal.
I haven't done anything.

Please, mister.
I don't want to make any trouble.

I just want my letter, that's all.
It's from my daughter, see.
It came all the way from Spain. She...
She thinks I'm somebody.
Yes, Mr Cole?
Do you recall a letter
addressed to a Mrs Manville?

- Mrs E Worthington Manville.
- E Worthington...

Why, yes. It came this morning.
- You see? I told you.
- Let her have it.

God bless you. God bless you!
- What are you waiting for? Get the letter.
- But I sent it back.

- You sent it back?
- I returned it marked "Party not known".