The Pawnbroker

Sol?

Solly?

I just made some fresh lemonade, Solly.

It's going to be a nice day.

Not too hot.

Ohh!

Your back again, Papa?

Aww.

Why don't you move into the shade, Sol?

Good morning, Uncle Sol.

Mother, I was thinking.

If we could only afford it,

Danish modern would be so perfect.

Solly?

The editorial section.

So, Solly...

what do you think, huh?

About what?

What I told you at brunch.

After all, you live here, too.

You're paying for it.

It really is up to you.

Buy it and keep it.

What?

I said buy it...

keep it...

the am-FM television.

That's not what I mean.

I mean about the trip to Europe.

Turn it down, Joan.

This music bother you, Uncle Sol?

You sure you wouldn't like some lemonade?

Did you sleep long enough, my son?

I wasn't sleeping.

No. He was drawing his pornographic pictures.

Give me that!

Oh, look at it!

My God! Look! It's a nude girl!

Look at that, Uncle Sol! My God!

What have you been doing? Ha ha!

Give it back to me!

Look what your son's been doing!

Don't you know girls aren't built that way!

All right! Enough already, will you?

Why can't you leave me alone?

As soon as you come around, my son,

there's a disturbance.

Morton, comb your hair, Morton.

You look like some kind of character

with your hair like that.

Edward's picking me up in 10 minutes,

and I don't want you to frighten him.

What happens to the time?

25 years. Do you realize it, Sol?

Do I realize what?

25 years next Thursday.

Did you know that, Sol?

Yes.

My sister.

My poor sister Ruth.

Mother.

25 years.

My sister Ruth was beautiful like a picture.

Uncle Solly knows how beautiful, mother.

He was married to her.

Sol, all you have to do is say yes or no.

A final yes or no.

A final yes or no about what?

The trip to Europe.

You want to go to Europe, Bertha?

Not me, so much,

but they have family plans now,

so why not? It's a 17-day tour.

And why do you want to go to Europe?

Mostly, it's him. He says it'd be very good

for his standing with the school board.

And he's always wanted to visit there, anyhow.

The shrines and the old cities--

there's an atmosphere we don't have here.

Something mellow.

Age lends its own charm.

Why, you can almost smell the difference.

It's rather like a stink if I remember.

Allí esta tu jefe, Jesus!

No Spanish, mama.

No Spanish. English.

You hurry now.

Couple of weeks working for him

ain't long enough for you to be late.

Mama, you know what your trouble is?

You know your trouble? you worry!

You worry.

Now, me, I don't worry, mama.

You know why?

Because I am going a long way, mama.

Yeah! A long way.

Jesus...

no more trouble.

No more things like that, Jesus.

No. No more, mama.

No more stealing, no more numbers,

no more peddling, no more nothing.

Strictly legit, ok?

Ok.

Mister?

How much will you give me for this?

I'm here!

Let the business now commence.

Ah, come on, now, Mr. Nazerman.

Don't look that way, now.

Listen, I'm going to insist--

I insist you dock me exactly 20 minutes I late.

On the other hand,

I'll work so hard for the next few hours

that you'll wind up giving me time and a half.

To start with, I'm going to open the front.

It's an award for oratory.

I won it in a citywide oratorical contest

five years ago. It's gold.

$1.00.

$1.00 for an important award like this?

20,000 started.

50 semifinalists, and I won.

I recited "the raven."

I was 1 of 20,000.

$1.00. still at the same address?

Uh-huh. But it's gold.

Plate. $1.00.

Man the lifeboats!

Here I is again.

All right. Gimme a dollar.

Honest and true,

it's like bailing out an old leaky boat

filled with holes.

You pawn something,

you buy something else, and then you pawn that.

Each time, the boat's gettin' deeper into the water.

Ha ha! Ain't it a wonder a body stay afloat

as long as it do?

Aw, come on, Mr. Nazerman. Smile.

Here I am with a load of profit for you.

They's heirloom.

Makes a table look like a table.

I'll sell them for $10 a pair.

$2.00.

My goodness!

Why, these candlesticks is very high quality.

Cost $25 when new.

Now, I could get $15 easy down at triboro pawn.

I suggest, Mrs. Harmon,

that you take them down to triboro pawn.

Ha ha ha!

You a merciless man for sure.

$2.00!

Oh, I'm too pooped to haggle, Mr. Nazerman.

Sold!

Oh, you's a hard man. God pity you.

He's the only judge, after all.

Be seeing you again, Mr. Nazerman,

and that's for sure.

Take care now, you hear?

Wait a minute, Mrs. Harmon.

You forgot your ticket,

and you forgot your $2.00.

You know, I've been thinking.

Them suits in the back?

I'll make a list of them,

first according to the size,

and then another one according to condition,

and then the type.

You know, what I mean by that

is summer or serge or gabardine.

You know, that way any suit anybody wants,

pow! Put my finger on it right away.

I'm just filled with good ideas, man.

Good morning, Mr. Nazerman.

Good morning.

$2.00.

Quite incidentally, Mr. Nazerman,

I've just been reading a very remarkable book--

Herbert Spencer's 'Genesis of Science'.

Yes, but then you probably know it well.

It's a very good book.

I-- I particularly like his insistence

that science is born of art,

not the other way around.

To me, this was refreshing,

coming from a man

that most modern thinkers called old-fashioned.

Did any of your students think of that

while you were at leipzig?

But Spencer didn't come up with anything very new, really.

Pythagoras, an artist at heart

and a great lover of music,

made the discovery that the pitch of sound

depends upon the length of the vibrating string.

That was six centuries before Christ.

I... I, uh...

from time to time,

I like to drop in here