Pot o' Gold

Hello, Miss Simmons.

- Hello. - Hi, Mary.

Hello, Mr. Haskell.

Here's your shirts, Jimmy.

I turned the cuffs.

Oh, thanks very much.

- It's little enough for letting Mary come here

and practice every day.

Ah, it's all right.

How's she doing?

Ah, just don't you discourage her.

She keeps up this practice

and she'll be able to play real good.

I'll be back in an hour.

Okay, I'll take good care of her.

All right, hop to it, Mary.

Mary uh, gimme an A, will ya.

That's it. Okay, thanks.

- Hey, Jimmy, when you going to get some new records?

- Well, you kids haven't quite worn out the old ones, yet.

Won't be long, now.

Hi, Tommy.

- Here's some eggs for my last lesson, Jimmy.

Tomorrow, I'll bring the bacon.

Okay, here's your horn.

I think you left your music over there some place.

Well, Uncle Charlie, hello. Glad to see you.

Hello, Jimmy, I'm glad to see you, too.

Well, this is quite a surprise.

What brings you up in this neck of the woods?

Well, I came up to see you,

since you didn't take the trouble to answer my letter.

- Letter? Oh, well, I wanted a little time to think it over.

Well, come on in, Uncle Charlie.

I, I, I wrote you.

I wrote you three months ago.

Oh, is it that long?

I don't know, you know how it is,

a fellow gets busy and everything.

Now these, these things in dry weather,

you have to change the oil every thousand miles on it.

Now that does it.

Jimmy? Jimmy!

I came up to have an important talk with you.

Go ahead, go ahead, I'm listening.

Go ahead.

- Can't we go some place without this infernal racket?

- Oh, oh, yeah. We'll go right in my room, there.

Where?

Right, right over there.

Oh!

Here we are.

Oh, not that chair, Uncle Charlie.

That needs a little fixin'

I took it in on a trade for a second-hand clarinet.

- Jimmy, I'm not gonna beat around the bush.

As you know, you and I have not been very close.

After all, we are the last of the Haskells.

Oh, is that very serious?

It is to me.

I want to keep the name of Haskell

in the health-food business.

- Yeah, well, I understand how you feel, Uncle Charlie.

I wanna keep the name of Haskell in the music business.

I'm talking about big business.

Can't you understand?

I need you, Jimmy.

Someday, you're going to get everything I've got.

But you're not going to get it if you persist

in frittering your life away in this town,

this whistle stop.

I like it here.

My dad was happy here.

Oh, I could never understand my brother.

And I told him when he opened this place

he'd never make a go of it.

- Well, he kept it fairly successfully for 25 years,

that's not bad.

- If he'd listened to me, he'd been a rich man.

But, no. So what did he have when he died?

The biggest funeral this town ever saw.

Everybody was there.

Why not? Everybody owed him money.

Maybe so.

Dad just had a wonderful time living. He liked things.

He liked to hunt and fish. He liked music.

Music!

- Yeah he, he talked a great deal about you.

- He did? - Mm-hmm.

Always seemed to feel so sorry for you.

Sorry for me?

- You didn't get anything out of life, just making money.

Is that so?

Since when has making money been a crime?

Since when?

Oh, I'm not going to argue with you.

And I'm not going to let myself be upset!

No sir!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Uncle, I'm sorry.

- Oh, don't hit him, Jimmy, he's an old man.

Oh, no, it was just the chair, you see?

Are you hurt, Uncle Charlie?

Oh, don't mind me.

Oh, hello, Bud.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Oh, yeah, well, outside here.

Will you excuse me a minute, Uncle Charlie?

- Afraid I've got some bad news for you, Jimmy.

Well, what's the trouble, Bud?

I'm suppose to tack up this attachment

unless you can dig up some money.

- Oh. Well, I guess you have to tack it up.

Unless you think eggs are gonna go up to $500 a dozen

all of a sudden.

Well, see what you can do.

I'll hold this off as long as I can.

Okay, thanks, Buddy.

Oh, that was uh,

uh, he was just tellin' me about some people

that wanted some musical instruments.

He's the sheriff, isn't he?

How'd you know?

I knew his father.

He was serving a paper on your father

the first time I came up here.

That's right.

Well, Jimmy, what's it gonna be?

You can stay here chasing rainbows or you can come with me.

I can show you a real pot o' gold

that's yours for the taking.

Well, I, I. .

Wait a minute.

That's a good idea for my radio program tomorrow night.

You've heard my "Happiness Hour," of course?

Oh, yes, everybody's heard that. Once.

Listen to this.

The clouds that make the day so gray

must sooner or later pass away.

There's always a pot o' gold at the end of the rainbow.

Good ol' homespun philosophy.

Oh, boy.

Well, I've got to be going.

What are you going to do?

Well, I'll tell ya, Uncle Charlie, I,

unless a miracle happens in the next few days,

looks like I'll slide down that rainbow.

Fine.

Land right in the pot.

Uh, what, what was I saying?

And furthermore. .

- And furthermore, I see no reason to change the old. .

What was I saying?

And furthermore. .

- And furthermore, I see no reason for changing the air guns

we are now using to puff our rice and other cereals.

Our present air guns are exceptionally quiet in operation.

I therefore would suggest that. .

There goes that band again.

Oh, I'll fix this.

How can a man transact any business

with that going on day after day?

Tom-toms, jungle screeches, they're a menace to sanity.

What did I say?

Tom-toms and jungle screeches.

No, no, but that's what I mean.

The McCorkles took that band in their house

just to annoy me.

That's why they've ignored all of my protests.

- Well, I understand it's a new band just organized.

Who wants a new band?

Let 'em organize in a cave somewhere.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

I'll settle this once and for all.

Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey, somebody, hey!

Hey, hey!

What's the matter?

- Stop that, that blasted bedlam or I'll have it stopped!

Oh, you will, eh?

Ha, you and who else?

The police.

I'll have that gang of noisy loafers thrown in jail

for disturbing the peace!

Disturbin' the peace, are we?