South Bronx Heroes (1985) - full transcript
A young man just released from prison and living with his sister crosses paths with two children, also brother and sister, who are on the run from their child pornographer foster parents.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING - "HAPPY SONG"]
-Scott, where are you?
[DOOR CREAKING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, Scott, we
don't have all day.
-I don't feel like it.
-Don't be like that.
We talked about this, didn't we?
-I thought you said I didn't
have to do this anymore.
-That's not what I
said, Scott. [SIGHING]
We don't have all day, OK?
Just come on, sit down, and do
what you're supposed to, huh?
You're going to have to earn
your meals in this house,
you understand me?
Now take off your clothes.
You will do as I say.
You understand me?
Take your clothes off.
I want this done right the
first time, understand me?
Get undressed, Scott.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Mrs. Bennett and I have
come to love you very much.
We'd like you to be a permanent
member of this family.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
You and Paul are very
close, aren't you?
-He's the only family I got.
-Well, now you have Mrs. Bennett
and myself as your family.
We have a problem, Michelle.
We can't afford to have
both you and Paul live here.
Paul will have to live
with another family.
-What are you talking about?
Paul wouldn't go
anywhere without me.
-Yeah, Bennett, what
are you talking about?
From the looks of
things around here,
you can afford to keep us living
in style for quite a while.
-And you know, you've
been more trouble since--
-I don't care what you say!
You're not splitting
me and Michelle up.
If I go, she goes--
and if you don't
like that-- send us both back.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Oh shit!
Let's go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWD CHATTER]
MOTHER: Where are the people?
You lost the people already?
Let me see.
Were there people there?
-I'm pretending.
MOTHER: Oh, that's good.
Let's see what your
sister got for Christmas.
She's going to open a present.
Let's see what's in her present.
-What?
-Let's see what she
got as a present.
-[INAUDIBLE] Santa Claus.
-I know.
Is that from Santa Claus?
[INAUDIBLE] Uh-huh.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-[SIGHING]
[FAMILY CHATTER]
-Well?
-They're gone.
-All of them?
-No, they only took the ones
that are most incriminating.
That punk knew exactly
what he was taking.
-I don't think they'd
go to the police,
and they wouldn't
believe them anyway,
two runaway kids like that.
-No, we'll just
have to find them
before they think of anything.
Hey, at least they couldn't
have gotten that far by now.
-This is it?
-This is the right address.
-But there's nothing here.
Are you sure?
-Positive.
See for yourself.
Aunt Rose gave it to
me at Daddy's funeral.
She said if we ever needed
her, this is she lives.
I guess she moved while
we didn't need her.
[SIGHING]
It'll be all right, Michelle.
You'll see.
Everything will work out.
I promise.
Come on.
Come on, Michelle.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Come on, JR. Come on, baby.
Come on, J. [LAUGHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-So you're a 15 year
old virgin, man.
What's the matter with you.
Hey, check it out,
across the street.
-Sailor boy!
-Yo, let's get the motherfucker.
-No, he got a problem.
Let's get him.
[CHATTER]
-Hey, Mister, you got the time?
So you just came out the
Marines or something?
Yo, Sailor.
-Oh shit.
-Yo, you got this
mother in the bag.
-Mister, yo, all we want
to do is talk to you.
-Yeah.
-Come here.
Come here, Mister!
Come on.
Some white jacket, bro.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Motherfucker!
-Oh shit.
-Where do you
think you're going?
-Freeze, motherfucker,
up against the wall.
-Shit.
-Shit.
-Shit.
-Shit.
-This nigger's fucking crazy.
-Who the fuck are you guys,
the faggot "Mod Squad"?
Which one of you assholes
made fun of my hat?
Get over here, man!
I will give it to you as a gift.
Put it on!
All right.
Take off your jacket, man.
-He just got that
for Christmas, man.
-Take off your jacket!
You done laughing, punk.
Get over here!
Give me the gloves.
Thank you.
-This nigger is crazy.
-Put your hand out, boy.
-My watch.
-Take off the watch, baby.
-All right, sit down,assholes.
Everybody sit down.
-Sit down for what?
[COCKING GUN]
-Oh, sit, sit.
-Take your shoes off!
[CHATTER]
Smile, boy!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
What the fuck, asshole.
Why don't you buy
some new socks, punk?
You can't do no funky-ass
sneakers and shit.
-What you going to do now, man?
-Here's a gift for you guys.
-Thank you.
-What are you going
to do with us?
-Come on, man.
You got our sneakers, you
got all our stuff, man.
Let us go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-What the hell is he on, man?
-Shut up, man, shut up.
-Yo, don't do that.
Yo, no, don't do that.
Yo, don't light that!
-He's fucking burning our shit!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Come on, JR. Let's
get out of here.
-Hey, this doesn't
look that bad.
-No way!
-Come on.
-No.
-Come on, it's as
good as place as any.
Welcome to your new home.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'm afraid, Paul.
I don't like it here.
-Stop being such a fraidy cat.
There's nothing to worry about.
-What's the matter?
-Don't you hear it?
-Hear what?
-Listen.
-It sounds like someone crying.
-Stay here.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hello?
Anybody there?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[LAUGHING]
-What's so funny, stupid?
-Open your eyes,
fraidy cat, come here.
Ugh.
-Oh look, Paul, he's beautiful.
Know what I'm going to call him?
-What?
-Freddy.
-Freddy?
-Yeah, that way when
you call me fraidy
cat I think you're
talking to him.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-Who is it?
TONY: Candygram.
Merry Christmas.
Hey, Chrissy, Chrissy,
come on, it's Tony.
Chrissy, I know you miss me.
-You got a lot of nerve
showing up after what you did.
Why don't you stay
with one of your women?
-I'm sentimental.
I miss the old place,
and I miss you.
[SINGING] You are so beautiful.
-Cut it, Tony.
When they let you out?
-Last month.
If you ever go to jail,
don't go to jail in Mexico.
-You lucky I didn't fly down
there and testify against you.
-Chrissy, you know, you're so
nice that I got you a present.
I missed you in
Mexico, and you always
wanted a mink, so I
got something from you.
Come on, open it up.
It's for you.
Come on, open it.
Tear it open.
Go ahead.
-[SCREAMING] What's that?
-Hey, JR, I want to
give you to Chrissy.
-You get that
thing away from me!
-It's a ferret.
I couldn't afford a min,
so I got you a ferret--
and his name's JR.
[LAUGHING] Hey,
Chrissy, you got
a boyfriend yet?
-What?
-I said, you getting laid yet?
-What'd you say?
-You know, you getting paid
yet or you still a student
at that--what's that--
barnyard school?
-Barnard College.
I graduated.
I'm a teacher.
-You hear that?
Tony's sister's a
big time professor.
What do you think
they call her, JR?
Missy Chrissy?
-I'm not a professor,
I'm a substitute.
-Yeah, what are they paying you?
-Not enough to support you.
-Hear that, JR. I work
my fingers to the bone,
and what do I get?
No respect, not even
in my own house.
-This isn't your house.
You don't pay the bills here.
-I thought it was
our house, Chrissy.
-Yeah, when we grew up a
long, long, long time ago,
but you have no claims
on anything here now.
-So you kept it the same?
Hi, JR. Still looks like
shit, doesn't it, JR?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[ARGUING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-OK, this is the
last time you going--
this is the last time
you're going we're
going to mess with
you-- understand?
Last time!
People mess with-- you
done shit-- people mess.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Stay.
[POLICE SIRENS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL CHIMING]
-And you were the
one that said, I
looked like a Beverly
Hillbilly, right?
CHRISSY: Right, you
look like a greaser.
-Uh-huh.
CHRISSY: Tony, can
I come out now?
-No.
CHRISSY: I'll keep
my eyes closed.
What are you up to?
-Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about
it, just relax,
and leave Christmas
to your big brother.
CHRISSY: This better
now be another trick!
-It's not a trick.
Just stay in your boudoir
until I call you, and say,
I'm ready, because tonight
we're stepping out.
CHRISSY: What are you
going to use for money?
-Who needs money when you
got glide in your stride,
pep in your step,
and class up the--
CHRISSY: Tony!
-Excuse the outburst, baby.
Scarlett O'Hara, you
may come out now.
Dark Gable is ready.
-Frankly, my dear,
I don't give a damn.
-Hey, cleaner than the
Board of Health, or what?
-Where'd you find that?
-It's granddad's, all of it.
These old clothes are going
to come back into style,
and when they do, I'm
going to be ready.
-Tony, I have to--
-Hey, hey, hey, don't talk.
Tonight is our night.
I got brown champagne.
Huh?
1984, a good week.
Now Gramps doesn't know I'm
here yet, so what I want to do
is that after we
have this toast,
I'm going to go up and
surprise the old geezer.
You know how he loves to see
us together, and dressed up.
-Tony, you didn't get my letter?
-No, I told you I
didn't get a letter.
-Tony, a lot has happened
since you've been away.
-He doesn't know I
was in jail, does he?
-No, I didn't tell him.
Tony, Grandpa had an accident.
He fell on the ice.
They me take him home
from the hospital,
so I brought him here.
They said I should have a
nurse to take care of him.
I barely had enough money
to pay for the medicine.
I had to go out to work.
He was alone, and
he tried to walk.
I found him here, lying
on the floor dead.
I thought you knew.
I wrote you.
-(VOICEOVER) Grandpa,
you know my Daddy?
-Yeah.
-What kind of a man was he?
-What kind of a
question is that?
-I don't know.
Uncle Derek called
him a fool, said
only fools get
themselves killed.
-Your Uncle Derek
said that to you?
-Yeah.
-Well, you know
your Uncle Derek.
His light's on, but
there ain't nobody home.
Your Daddy wasn't no fool.
No, sir.
He just didn't
understand somethings.
-Hello, old man.
Why don't you just
reach into your pocket
and let me have your wallet?
-Excuse me.
-I said, let me
have your wallet.
-Please, Mister, please.
Please don't hurt
me and my grandson.
-I'm not going to ask you again.
Now handover the wallet!
-Don't hurt us, Mister.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I don't like nobody
bothering my money.
-Ugh!
-When you talk to me, you
speak clearly, distinctly,
and you call me sir!
Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.
-You take a hike,
and don't you never,
ever come back in
this neighborhood
and bother me and
my grandson, or I'm
going to blow your nuts
into so many little pieces,
the squirrels can't find them.
Now git!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I didn't know you
had gun, Grandpa.
-Well, it ain't much,
but it gets the job done.
Here.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-The other day you asked me
what I wanted to be-- rich,
rich-- that's what I want to
be because if we had the money
to pay for medicine and a
nurse, he'd be alive today.
Money is what matters, Chrissy.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "PAUL'S SONG"]
-Now if you're a
good little girl,
Santa Claus is going to
bring you something nice.
-Oh sure, and he won't even have
to come through the chimney,
he can just come to
the hole in the roof.
-I guess you're getting a bit
big to believe in Santa Claus.
-I haven't believed in Santa
Claus since I was four.
-I never knew that.
Why didn't you tell me?
-I figured if you were that
dumb to believe I believed
it, why make you
feel any dumber?
-My sister, [INAUDIBLE].
Well, since you don't
believe in Santa Claus,
I might as well give
you your gift now.
-Gift?
Nice wrapping.
-Makeshift.
-Oh Paul, it's wonderful.
Thank you.
-Now you and Freddy
have a playmate.
Merry Christmas, Michelle.
-Merry Christmas, Paul.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "NO ONE REALLY
KNOWS ME"]
-Michelle, I'm back.
-Did you get any
milk for Freddy?
-Yeah, I think there's
some fish in here, too.
At least it smells like it.
-Is it cold out?
-It's freezing.
I think it's going to snow.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "NO ONE REALLY
KNOWS ME"]
Hey, we've got a bowl,
and we even got a donut.
You want a bite?
-No.
-Mm.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "NO ONE REALLY
KNOWS ME"]
What I wouldn't give
for a good, hot meal.
-Or a hot bath.
-Yeah, we sure are starting
to smell a little nasty.
-We sure are.
-Don't worry about it.
I'll figure out something.
-I hope so.
-Eat something.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Yo, ain't that the one that
burned our fucking sneakers?
-Yeah, that's him.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey, are you feeling OK?
Yeah, I'm just tired.
Paul, how much longer
do we have here?
We can't find Aunt Rose
anywhere around here.
Why don't we go back?
It wasn't that bad.
-We just can't go back.
We'll be OK here.
Besides, we're
having fun, right?
Come on, you and Freddy
get ready for bed.
It's getting late.
-Paul, read me a bed time
story, like Mommy used to?
-OK, which one?
-Remember the one about
the mean, little nasty guy
who wanted to kidnap
the queen's daughter?
-You mean Rumpelstiltskin?
-Yeah, that's the one.
-OK, but you gotta promise
to go right to bed, OK?
-OK.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Uh, you ready?
OK.
There was once a miller
who was very poor,
but he had a beautiful daughter,
and the thought struck him
that he would speak
about her to the king.
-So he obtained an audience,
and he told the king
he had a daughter who
could spin straw into gold.
Hmm.
Then said the king.
This is a quality
which pleases me well.
If your daughter is, as
you say, so very skillful,
bring her to the castle
tomorrow morning,
and I will see what she can do.
Hmm.
The miller next day--
-Dad?
-Took his daughter-- what?
-How long does Mommy have
to stay in the hospital?
-Well, she'll be
coming home soon.
She just has to take
a few more tests.
-What kind of tests?
-Well, you see, the
doctors are treating her,
and she'll be as good
as new, even better.
-I want Mommy to
be as good as new.
-So do I, Paul.
So do I. Your mother told me
to tell you that she misses
you very much,
and she loves you.
-I miss her, too.
Can I go with you
to see her tomorrow?
-We'll see.
It's getting late.
Go to sleep, son.
-I love you, Dad.
-I love you, son.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Excuse me, you got a minute?
-Yeah.
You see these two kids
in the neighborhood?
A little girl about
this high, little guy?
-No.
-No, I haven't.
-No?
-Nah, I ain't seen them.
What makes you think
they're around here?
-Just a hunch,
and there's a $500
reward for anyone
who finds them.
-$500?
You must want them
back pretty bad.
-Do me a favor.
Here's my number.
If you see them
around, give me a call,
and you can make it collect.
-O'Connor, huh?
Is it true what they say
about the Irish, O'Connor?
-What's that?
-Just give me a call, OK?
[MUSIC PLAYING - "PAUL'S SONG"]
-It's just not fair
because I don't
even understand everything good.
Little Ralph, come here.
This son of a bitch, he
calls me into his office,
and tells me he has
to let me go, huh?
This bastard says,
they don't want
no abusive people working there.
I mean, this slimy creep
told me that I was abusive!
Am I abusive, Ralph, huh?
-Hey, relax, come on.
-Am I abusive, huh?
No, you're not,
you're not--relax.
-Dad?
-What?
-Can we go home now?
Michelle and I have
school tomorrow.
-How many times did
I tell you, stop
interrupting when
I'm talking, huh?
How many times?
-Hey, Mack, why don't
you leave the kid alone?
Go home.
It's late.
You had enough.
-Who's talking to you?
Why don't you mind
your own goddamn--
because I'm talking
to my son here.
-Come on, go home.
-Hey, both of you, come on.
Listen, I don't want
no fighting in here.
Hey, and look,
you've had enough.
And these kids, they
should be going home.
Just get out of here.
-You sure [INAUDIBLE] spoil
a goddamn conversation.
I wish it was you who were
dead, instead of your mother.
-Hey, big hands, why don't you
pick on somebody your own size?
-My own size?
Come on here.
Come on over here.
Come on over here.
I'm going to trim your beard.
Come on!
Come on!
[SHOUTING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Scott?
Scott, you down here, buddy?
Scott?
Scott?
What are you doing
under the desk?
Oh, it's all right.
It's all right, Scott.
Tell me what happened.
-I can't.
-Sure you can.
We're buddies, aren't we?
You can trust me.
-He hit me.
-Who hit you?
-Was it O'Connor?
Did O'Connor hit you, Scott?
-Was it Bennett?
Did Mr. Bennett hit you, Scott?
Why?
-Because he disobeyed me,
and I don't tolerate anybody
not obeying my orders.
-You have no right
hitting Scott like that.
He's only a little kid.
-No, little brat's more like it.
Listen, I know how to
deal with Scott, huh?
So why don't you mind
your own business
and stop sticking your nose
where it doesn't belong.
-You're not my father,
Bennett, and you're
not Scott's father either.
My father wouldn't hit his kid.
-Your father was
a drunk and a bum.
-He was not.
My, my father was a good man.
My father loved me.
-No, he loved his bottle.
Remember something, you're
just a ward of the State.
That's why you're
in this foster home.
That's why all the kids
are in this foster home.
Nobody wants you.
-That's not true!
Aunt Rose wanted us,
only she was too poor.
-Poor, poor Aunt
Rose. [LAUGHING]
When are you going
to grow up, Paul?
Your Aunt Rose doesn't want you.
She only wanted to use you to
get the money as an excuse.
-Was not!
You're a liar!
-Now listen you punk,
don't try anything.
Maybe I should teach
you some respect,
huh, teach you a lesson
you won't forget.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey, candy ears,
what's happening?
-Nothing.
-I was just throwing
you a compliment.
-You can keep it.
-Where'd you steal
the headphones from?
-Satisfaction.
I can't get no.
-Why don't you get a job?
-Huh?
-Why don't you get a job?
-Can't hear you.
I can't get no.
-Look for a job!
-Hey, hey, hey.
Don't you know that
unemployment is up,
and if I were to get a job,
I'd be taking a good job away
from some poor guy
that really needs one?
I couldn't do that.
Besides, no one
makes money doing
a good nine to five anyway.
-Shut up.
-That time of the
month again, huh?
[POLICE SIRENS]
-I was down at the corner store.
-You get me something to eat?
-A cop came in.
-Huh?
-A cop came in looking
for a certain someone.
Don't play with that.
-Wanted to know the whereabouts
of a certain someone.
He was offering a reward, $500.
-Was he a white guy, dark hair?
Was he with a Black
guy, heavy set?
-Oh you mean those
two FBI men that
were looking for you before?
No, it wasn't them.
Tall guy, beard, blondish hair.
They weren't looking
for you this time.
-Who's he looking for?
-Two little white kids,
runaways, 14 and 11.
-And what would they be
doing in the South Bronx?
-Maybe they wanted to see
how the other half lived.
-Do you see that?
Do you see that?
Ghetto kids disappear
every day, right?
These two little kids
disappear, right?
They decide they don't like the
new video game Daddy bought,
so they run away,
and concerned cops
come running in
with reward money.
How much reward money would
they offer if you disappeared?
I can see it right now.
Hey Joe, another
colored girl has
disappeared in the South Bronx.
That's good, Bill,
have another beer.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SHOUTING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Ooh.
-He's got a gun.
He's got a gun.
Break him.
-I'm going to slice
this fucking rag.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[YELLING]
-You a dead man.
-Present from my Granddaddy.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[HUMMING - "JINGLE BELLS"]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Yo, get back here!
Stop him!
He robbed me!
Stop him!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Michelle!
Michelle?
Michelle, where are you?
Michelle, stop playing games.
Michelle?
Oh, Michelle.
Rah!
I'll give you three
seconds to get out here.
One, two, two and 1/2,
two and 3/4, two and 8/16.
Michelle, come out here.
-Boo!
-I'm going to get you for that.
You think you're funny, huh?
I want you to promise me
you'll never do that again.
-Paul, you're hurting me.
Stop!
-I want you to promise me.
-I promise.
-And I want you to say,
Paul is the master supreme.
-That's it.
-You slapped me.
-I'm sorry, Paul,
I didn't mean to.
-I thought something
happened to you.
-I won't hide from
you again, Paul.
I'm sorry.
-OK, Rocky.
Is that a promise?
-Its a promise.
-Oh, I brought you something.
-What is it, Paul?
-Designer jeans.
-They should fit.
-I'll go try them on.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "REVENGE RAP"]
-Come on!
-Couldn't you find
us a place where
we don't have to
climb over something?
-Honestly, Paul, first
you climb a mountain,
and end up in the dumps, and
now you expect me climb a fence.
-Quit exaggerating.
It was just a hill.
Now come on.
-No way.
What do I look like anyhow?
-Stop being such a baby.
If you want a bath, then climb.
-(MOCKINGLY) If you
want a bath, then climb.
-What was that?
-Oh shut up!
--[INAUDIBLE] Come on, climb
the fence, you faggot.
You can't even climb a fence.
Come on.
-Don't rush me.
I'm coming.
-Let's go.
You're so slow.
-Where do you find these places?
-I look them up in the "Yellow
Pages," what do you think?
Come on.
Come on.
Shh.
Looks like no one's home.
-Not again.
-Quit complaining, you're
giving me a headache.
Now wait here while I check
the rest of the apartment.
Shh.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
It looks like the
coast is clear.
Can you handle this climb?
-Go fly a kite.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-The bathroom's
right there, stinky.
P-U.
-Shut up, skunk foot.
Don't take all day.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, Michelle.
There's someone at the door.
Michelle, hurry it up.
Come on.
Michelle, Michelle, come on.
Can't find my [INAUDIBLE].
-Don't worry about it.
Let's go.
Come on.
Let's go.
-Get out of here, you can't--
-Come on.
-Hey, man.
-Look at that little kid.
Oh, that's sick, Tony.
-Kiddie porno.
-That's real sick.
-The kid's carrying
kiddie porno with him.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
-I'm going to have
a heart attack.
Oh,
-Oh, ah shit.
-What's the matter?
-Nothing, just wait here.
I gotta get something.
-What?
-Just stop asking so many
questions, and stay here.
-I don't like staying
here by myself.
Let me come with you
wherever you're going.
-Would you stay here,
and quit complaining?
-Ow, that hurts.
-I'll be back as soon as I can.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Looking for something?
What's the matter?
Ain't you never seen
an American before?
Where's your little friend?
-I'm alone.
-Listen up, junior flip, because
I'm going to give you the best
free advice this
side of the Bronx.
Rule number one, don't
break it anyone's apartment.
And rule number two, don't
break into someone's apartment
and get caught.
And rule number three, don't
ever take a shower in my place
man, and not have
the common decency
to wash the funk off the floor.
-We didn't mean--
-Hey man, if I want you to talk.
I'm going to throw you a peanut.
Unit then, why don't
you just shut up?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Now why don't you just take
your little prepubescent self up
into my abode and
tell me to what
I owe the pleasure
of your company.
-Don't push me.
-Hey, what are you
doing in my house, man?
-I just came to get something.
-Yeah, what?
The radio or the TV?
-Neither.
-Well, what then?
-Nothing.
-Hey man, you just some kind of
thief, or you push porno, too,
huh?
-We don't push anything.
-Oh, well, what are the
little pretty pictures for?
Just the old five-finger
romance, is that it?
-Five finger?
Go to hell!
-Hey midget, as far
as I'm concerned,
You're a little rude, funky,
bodacious, no-class kid, who
is not only out of his
neighborhood, but is out
of his little "Leave
It to Beaver" mind.
-Now if you want the chance to
finish going through puberty,
why don't you and I just go
pick up your little girlfriend,
I'll take you back to the
suburbs, and cash you in.
-She's not my girlfriend,
she's my sister.
-Oh, now she's your sister.
Well, enough talk,
I'm taking you home.
You know, it's a good thing
I don't have you busted, man.
It's just that I'm a
Capricorn, I'm kindhearted,
plus that I want to
keep my karma good.
Now let's go.
-I can't!
-Junior flip, I'm
tired out, man.
You made me miss "Star Trek"--
plus that I got high blood
pressure-- now don't make
me have to kick your ass.
-Just give me the photos.
-Hey, Chrissy!
[KNOCKING]
Chrissy!
Hey,Chrissy.
Chrissy, look at this.
-Don't yell, Tony.
-Hey Chrissy, we
got a visitor here.
Old Dennis the Menace
just got busted
trying to take another
shower, didn't you, Dennis?
What did you say
the kids were worth?
-$500.
Where's the girl?
-He says the girl's his sister.
-She is my sister, and
we're worth a lot more money
than that if you play it right.
-If you play what right?
-Just give me the pictures.
-Hey man, you don't
get shit until I
know what you're talking about.
Play what right?
-The Polaroids, they're
worth a lot of money
to the right person.
-How much money, man?
-As much as you can get.
-Now why don't you
start from the beginning
and go to the end, and
don't you be bullshitting.
[COINS DROPPING]
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
-Hello.
I'm calling about the two kids.
-What two kids?
-You know what two kids,
and I know where they're at.
-OK.
Where are they?
-[LAUGHING] Not so fast.
Let's play "Dialing
for Dollars. "
Behind Door number one
do I hear a reward?
-OK, I get the kids,
and you get your $500.
-[LAUGHING] $500?
Man, I spend more than
that on "Pacman" in a week,
let alone if I
play "Donkey Kong."
You know, everybody's
putting down my clothes, man.
They say I look like
a bum, so I want
a new double-breasted
Armani suit
with a Brooks Brothers tie.
My sister's tired of
watching the Flintstones
in black and white,
so we want some yabba,
dabba, do in color, baby.
I want one of them
big Japanese TVs.
You know, with all
the gadgets and shit,
that remote control stuff.
I tell you what, man.
Put another zero on that.
I'll make you a break.
Make it $5,000.
-$5,000?
Listen, I'm in no mood
for practical jokes, OK?
-Yeah, those pictures don't
look like practical jokes
to me, man.
-What pictures?
-The kind of pictures that
look like they're worth
$10,000, man.
And all this talking is
making my phone bill go up.
-(WHISPERING) Find
out who it is.
-Listen, who the hell is this?
-I'm the Captain of
the USS Enterprise.
That's not important to you.
What's important to you is
that I have what you want.
-OK.
Uh, tell me where they are,
and I'll bring you the money.
-I'll call you back
later with the details,
but right now you
just sit tight.
And I promise you one thing,
this shit is not a joke.
This phone will self-destruct
in five seconds.
[LAUGHING]
-Michelle?
Michelle, I thought
you promised you
weren't going to play games.
Michelle!
Where were you?
-I was out looking for you.
I got worried.
-I thought I told you not
to go outside the building.
I wasn't kidding
around, you know.
-But I don't like--
-I don't care what you like.
You just do what
I tell you to do.
-Paul, I--
-You know, I have
enough to worry
about without your whining and
your bullshit all the time.
-Paul--
-Do you think I like
living like this?
I can't stand it any more.
I want to have some friends,
some people I can talk to,
my own age.
I want to go on dates.
I want to go to school.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Me, too.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'm sorry, Michelle.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I finally got
this book together.
Can you believe it?
-I know, I know, it looks great!
-I carry it with me
to Paris to show it.
Oh god, now Italy is telling me
if I can come over right away,
but I think I'll go to
Paris first and then Italy.
-Yeah?
-You going to go?
-Of course, of course.
Yeah.
-We'll find someplace in
Paris to stay,and maybe
we'll go there first,
and then after--
-Japan.
We've got the bug.
-Yeah.
We've got to work
on this show here.
Like Calvin Klein, of--
-Excuse me, do you
have the correct time?
-3:00.
-Anyway, so we've got to get
this. [INAUDIBLE] [LAUGHING]
-You guys must be models, huh?
Is that you?
That's nice.
And you're a model, too, huh?
-No, I'm just in the park
right now, networking.
-Anyway, this is the
picture they're crazy about.
They want me to send
it over right away.
-I like that one.
I like that one.
-Listen, I hate to
bother you guys,
but I want to be a model--
-You are bothering us.
-You think I could be a model?
--[LAUGHING] You're
much too short,
and besides, We
want to be alone.
-Motherfuck!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[LAUGHTER]
-What's the matter, old
man, you getting tired?
What are you doing with
a pet ferret anyway?
The thing looks
like a giant rat.
-Hey video face, I let
you talk about my sister,
I even let you talk about my
mother, but you crack on JR,
and I might have to
stunt your growth.
He's like a brother to me.
He's the only friend I had
when I got out of the joint.
-Oh yeah?
What were you in
for, jaywalking?
-Try armed robbery.
-Oh, bull.
-Whim shit, I'm starting
to like you less and less.
-That's good because I
never liked you at all.
-You know, I could just turn
your ass over to the cops.
-You could.
Then you wouldn't get all that
green stuff from Mr. Bennett.
-Yeah, It might be worth it
just to see your cute little ass
behind bars, trying
to get a tan.
-You should know all
about cute little asses,
considering you were
in jail and all.
-Don't push it with
me, [INAUDIBLE].
-Don't damage the merchandise.
-Is that you?
-Yeah, that's me.
This is Mogley.
She was my favorite doll.
I used to love her so
much, I tried to take her
in the bathtub with me,
she got water soaked,
and every time I
squeezed her after that,
she'd make me all wet.
-Oh, that's Tony.
Isn't he cute?
He used to always
get in big trouble.
I remember, he took all the
sugar out of the sugar bowl,
and filled it up with salt.
My mother was making
her last cup of coffee,
and she put two
tablespoons of salt.
Oh, she was so made, she
beat the hell out of Tony.
That's Tony and I together.
When we were younger,
we were so close,
I used to follow him anywhere.
-Just like me and Paul.
-Yeah, just like you and Paul.
-Hey junior flip,
you and your sister,
you guys ever get it
on in Bennett's movies?
-You know, you're sick.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "MAKIN IT
REAL"]
-Hey, I didn't mean that.
-Oh yeah?
How would you like
it if someone wanted
to put your sister
in a porno film?
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-I'd grab him by his ears.
I'd ring his neck, and
then I'd bury him up
to his ankles in
fresh camel shit.
All except for his nostrils.
I'd put two straws there
so he could breathe.
And then I'd put red ants
down them straws so they'd
eat his face, and then I'd
have JR pee all over him.
-Bennett mightn't like that.
-The only trouble is how we
make it look like an accident?
-Oh, that's easy, just run over
him with a truck a few times.
-I like the way you think.
You can go far with
an attitude like that.
Those pictures were weird.
-That's nothing compared
to what they did to Scott.
-Who's Scott?
-(VOICEOVER) He hit me.
-Scott was my foster
brother at the Bennett's.
We shared a room together.
He was a great little artist.
He used to love
to draw pictures.
He drew this.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
He didn't talk much.
I guess his parents were dead.
He never really
talked about them.
He didn't have any friends,
beside me and Michelle.
The thing I remember
about him most
was that he'd always cry
himself to sleep all the time.
I never knew why, until one
day I walked into out room,
and saw him without
his shirt on.
His whole back was
covered with scars,
like someone beat
him with a belt.
I asked him what happened,
but he wouldn't tell me.
I know what happened.
I knew who did it.
It was Bennett.
He was only six years
old, and Bennett
was beating him with a belt.
What kind of man would
beat up on a little kid?
What kind of man would make
a little kid do that stuff?
-What happened to him?
-They say he ran away,
but I don't believe it.
I found his stuff
in the garbage can.
His crayons and his drawings.
That's why we can't
go back there.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-You find a place
to meet Bennett?
-Yeah, tomorrow's payday.
-Where's Paul?
He went back to the abandoned
building to get his stuff.
-Why didn't you go with him?
He shouldn't be roaming
the streets alone.
-Hey, don't you start
playing mama with me now,
and don't you worry about Paul.
He's a tough little kid.
-Michelle's asleep.
You should have heard some
of those stories she told me.
Those kids have been
through hell already.
Money isn't everything.
-Yeah?
Get you a new color TV, a
lot of clothes, medical care
for an old man like
your grandfather.
-Where you going?
-I'm going out, make a phone
call, and buy me a suit.
-To do what in?
To do whatever I do in style.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'll teach you
some respect, huh?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Sometimes I wish it
was you that was dead,
instead of your mother.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Well, Tweedle Dee,
where's Tweedle Dum?
-You're a funny man.
We got your message.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, let me see what you got.
And you're sure we
can-- you're sure we
can count on these kids?
-Yeah, they do whatever
Uncle Tony tells them to do.
-They better because you're
in way over your head
with this one, wise guy.
-If I wasn't in
over my head, you
wouldn't be in it at all, right?
I know how to cover my ass.
-You got a lousy
sense of direction.
-My sense of direction, my ass.
Why don't we do it my way?
-All right.
We do it your way, but
if you screw up, Tony,
I'm going to send
Tweedle Dum around,
and he's going to put
your ass in a vise,
and he's going to
squeeze so hard,
you'll wish you were back
in that jail in Mexico.
-Don't go away mad,
just go away, huh?
-Funny man.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey, Paul.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'm disappointed, Bennett.
You're 33 seconds late.
-Cut the bullshit, and let's
get down to business, huh?
-Well, you're pretty
anxious, aren't you, Bennett?
I have what you want.
Now show me what I want.
-Yeah, they're all here.
OK, kids, let's go.
-Frisk him, baby.
-What is this?
-You got your money.
-Yeah, that money
was for the pictures,
and these little kids
are going to extra.
-Hey, that wasn't
part of the deal.
-What do you think you're doing?
That wasn't part of the plan.
-Well, I'm altering
the plan, baby.
-Tony, you can't do that.
-I can, and I will.
-You bastard, you shut us out.
I knew I couldn't trust you.
Well, we're not going back.
-Yeah?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCREECHING TIRES]
-Man, if you shoot
me, they're going
to put your little ass away
for good, baby, for good!
-I don't care!
[GUNSHOT]
You're next, Bennett.
This is for Scott!
-O'Connor!
-Hold it!
FBI!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I wouldn't do that.
You're under arrest.
-What the hell
you talking about?
-Shut up!
-Hey, Charlie, read
Mr. Bennett his rights,
and get him the
hell out of here.
-Turn around.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and
will be used against you.
You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
the court will provide one.
Do you understand your rights?
[LAUGHTER]
I did good?
-[INAUDIBLE] you did good.
You scare the hell out
of that mother or what?
-I still think it was
a half-assed idea.
-Makes you look like Mutt
and Jeff in those suits.
-Hey man, you going to play
dead, play dead in style.
-I thought it was a great idea.
-That's cause you
people think dumb.
-And you're jealous?
-Dumb.
-Yeah, but these
photos are going
to put Mr. Bennett
away for a long time.
-Well, there's plenty
more where they came from.
I'll testify against
those bastards.
-Me, too.
-What's going to
happen to the kids?
-The kids have
nothing to worry about
because we'll have to
find them a new home.
-I hope you find
some people more
reliable than the Bennett's.
-We'll see to it with time.
-Yeah, you do that.
-Say, uh, Tony, I believe you
have a little evidence for us.
-Evidence?
-Money.
-Oh, oh, there
goes our color TV.
-And um, you know, you might
have made a few enemies,
so keep a low profile, will you?
-Take that hat off your head.
-Look, we'll wait for
you back at the car.
-Hey!
Don't I get me
babysitting money?
-Babysitting money?
Who you calling baby, Bozo?
-So is your brother
an actor, or not?
-A little hammy on the
dying part, but he did OK.
-Go ahead now.
-Jesus Christ, I didn't
plan on this, man.
-Will you keep your mouth shut?
-I'll take good care
of Freddy for you.
-Thanks.
-If you ever need
anything, just call.
-So you finally got
your stuff on Bennett.
It wasn't as good as running
him over with the truck,
but I guess it'll do.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I guess this is goodbye.
-Goodbye, Tony.
-Hey Michelle, the next time you
and Paul want to take a shower,
give us a call.
I'll even let you come in
through the front door instead
of using the window, all right?
-[LAUGHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING - "DON'T LET LIFE
FADE"]
[MUSIC PLAYING - "HAPPY SONG"]
-Scott, where are you?
[DOOR CREAKING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, Scott, we
don't have all day.
-I don't feel like it.
-Don't be like that.
We talked about this, didn't we?
-I thought you said I didn't
have to do this anymore.
-That's not what I
said, Scott. [SIGHING]
We don't have all day, OK?
Just come on, sit down, and do
what you're supposed to, huh?
You're going to have to earn
your meals in this house,
you understand me?
Now take off your clothes.
You will do as I say.
You understand me?
Take your clothes off.
I want this done right the
first time, understand me?
Get undressed, Scott.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Mrs. Bennett and I have
come to love you very much.
We'd like you to be a permanent
member of this family.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
You and Paul are very
close, aren't you?
-He's the only family I got.
-Well, now you have Mrs. Bennett
and myself as your family.
We have a problem, Michelle.
We can't afford to have
both you and Paul live here.
Paul will have to live
with another family.
-What are you talking about?
Paul wouldn't go
anywhere without me.
-Yeah, Bennett, what
are you talking about?
From the looks of
things around here,
you can afford to keep us living
in style for quite a while.
-And you know, you've
been more trouble since--
-I don't care what you say!
You're not splitting
me and Michelle up.
If I go, she goes--
and if you don't
like that-- send us both back.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Oh shit!
Let's go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWD CHATTER]
MOTHER: Where are the people?
You lost the people already?
Let me see.
Were there people there?
-I'm pretending.
MOTHER: Oh, that's good.
Let's see what your
sister got for Christmas.
She's going to open a present.
Let's see what's in her present.
-What?
-Let's see what she
got as a present.
-[INAUDIBLE] Santa Claus.
-I know.
Is that from Santa Claus?
[INAUDIBLE] Uh-huh.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-[SIGHING]
[FAMILY CHATTER]
-Well?
-They're gone.
-All of them?
-No, they only took the ones
that are most incriminating.
That punk knew exactly
what he was taking.
-I don't think they'd
go to the police,
and they wouldn't
believe them anyway,
two runaway kids like that.
-No, we'll just
have to find them
before they think of anything.
Hey, at least they couldn't
have gotten that far by now.
-This is it?
-This is the right address.
-But there's nothing here.
Are you sure?
-Positive.
See for yourself.
Aunt Rose gave it to
me at Daddy's funeral.
She said if we ever needed
her, this is she lives.
I guess she moved while
we didn't need her.
[SIGHING]
It'll be all right, Michelle.
You'll see.
Everything will work out.
I promise.
Come on.
Come on, Michelle.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[TRAIN RUMBLING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Come on, JR. Come on, baby.
Come on, J. [LAUGHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-So you're a 15 year
old virgin, man.
What's the matter with you.
Hey, check it out,
across the street.
-Sailor boy!
-Yo, let's get the motherfucker.
-No, he got a problem.
Let's get him.
[CHATTER]
-Hey, Mister, you got the time?
So you just came out the
Marines or something?
Yo, Sailor.
-Oh shit.
-Yo, you got this
mother in the bag.
-Mister, yo, all we want
to do is talk to you.
-Yeah.
-Come here.
Come here, Mister!
Come on.
Some white jacket, bro.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Motherfucker!
-Oh shit.
-Where do you
think you're going?
-Freeze, motherfucker,
up against the wall.
-Shit.
-Shit.
-Shit.
-Shit.
-This nigger's fucking crazy.
-Who the fuck are you guys,
the faggot "Mod Squad"?
Which one of you assholes
made fun of my hat?
Get over here, man!
I will give it to you as a gift.
Put it on!
All right.
Take off your jacket, man.
-He just got that
for Christmas, man.
-Take off your jacket!
You done laughing, punk.
Get over here!
Give me the gloves.
Thank you.
-This nigger is crazy.
-Put your hand out, boy.
-My watch.
-Take off the watch, baby.
-All right, sit down,assholes.
Everybody sit down.
-Sit down for what?
[COCKING GUN]
-Oh, sit, sit.
-Take your shoes off!
[CHATTER]
Smile, boy!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
What the fuck, asshole.
Why don't you buy
some new socks, punk?
You can't do no funky-ass
sneakers and shit.
-What you going to do now, man?
-Here's a gift for you guys.
-Thank you.
-What are you going
to do with us?
-Come on, man.
You got our sneakers, you
got all our stuff, man.
Let us go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-What the hell is he on, man?
-Shut up, man, shut up.
-Yo, don't do that.
Yo, no, don't do that.
Yo, don't light that!
-He's fucking burning our shit!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Come on, JR. Let's
get out of here.
-Hey, this doesn't
look that bad.
-No way!
-Come on.
-No.
-Come on, it's as
good as place as any.
Welcome to your new home.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'm afraid, Paul.
I don't like it here.
-Stop being such a fraidy cat.
There's nothing to worry about.
-What's the matter?
-Don't you hear it?
-Hear what?
-Listen.
-It sounds like someone crying.
-Stay here.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hello?
Anybody there?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[LAUGHING]
-What's so funny, stupid?
-Open your eyes,
fraidy cat, come here.
Ugh.
-Oh look, Paul, he's beautiful.
Know what I'm going to call him?
-What?
-Freddy.
-Freddy?
-Yeah, that way when
you call me fraidy
cat I think you're
talking to him.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-Who is it?
TONY: Candygram.
Merry Christmas.
Hey, Chrissy, Chrissy,
come on, it's Tony.
Chrissy, I know you miss me.
-You got a lot of nerve
showing up after what you did.
Why don't you stay
with one of your women?
-I'm sentimental.
I miss the old place,
and I miss you.
[SINGING] You are so beautiful.
-Cut it, Tony.
When they let you out?
-Last month.
If you ever go to jail,
don't go to jail in Mexico.
-You lucky I didn't fly down
there and testify against you.
-Chrissy, you know, you're so
nice that I got you a present.
I missed you in
Mexico, and you always
wanted a mink, so I
got something from you.
Come on, open it up.
It's for you.
Come on, open it.
Tear it open.
Go ahead.
-[SCREAMING] What's that?
-Hey, JR, I want to
give you to Chrissy.
-You get that
thing away from me!
-It's a ferret.
I couldn't afford a min,
so I got you a ferret--
and his name's JR.
[LAUGHING] Hey,
Chrissy, you got
a boyfriend yet?
-What?
-I said, you getting laid yet?
-What'd you say?
-You know, you getting paid
yet or you still a student
at that--what's that--
barnyard school?
-Barnard College.
I graduated.
I'm a teacher.
-You hear that?
Tony's sister's a
big time professor.
What do you think
they call her, JR?
Missy Chrissy?
-I'm not a professor,
I'm a substitute.
-Yeah, what are they paying you?
-Not enough to support you.
-Hear that, JR. I work
my fingers to the bone,
and what do I get?
No respect, not even
in my own house.
-This isn't your house.
You don't pay the bills here.
-I thought it was
our house, Chrissy.
-Yeah, when we grew up a
long, long, long time ago,
but you have no claims
on anything here now.
-So you kept it the same?
Hi, JR. Still looks like
shit, doesn't it, JR?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[ARGUING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-OK, this is the
last time you going--
this is the last time
you're going we're
going to mess with
you-- understand?
Last time!
People mess with-- you
done shit-- people mess.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Stay.
[POLICE SIRENS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL CHIMING]
-And you were the
one that said, I
looked like a Beverly
Hillbilly, right?
CHRISSY: Right, you
look like a greaser.
-Uh-huh.
CHRISSY: Tony, can
I come out now?
-No.
CHRISSY: I'll keep
my eyes closed.
What are you up to?
-Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about
it, just relax,
and leave Christmas
to your big brother.
CHRISSY: This better
now be another trick!
-It's not a trick.
Just stay in your boudoir
until I call you, and say,
I'm ready, because tonight
we're stepping out.
CHRISSY: What are you
going to use for money?
-Who needs money when you
got glide in your stride,
pep in your step,
and class up the--
CHRISSY: Tony!
-Excuse the outburst, baby.
Scarlett O'Hara, you
may come out now.
Dark Gable is ready.
-Frankly, my dear,
I don't give a damn.
-Hey, cleaner than the
Board of Health, or what?
-Where'd you find that?
-It's granddad's, all of it.
These old clothes are going
to come back into style,
and when they do, I'm
going to be ready.
-Tony, I have to--
-Hey, hey, hey, don't talk.
Tonight is our night.
I got brown champagne.
Huh?
1984, a good week.
Now Gramps doesn't know I'm
here yet, so what I want to do
is that after we
have this toast,
I'm going to go up and
surprise the old geezer.
You know how he loves to see
us together, and dressed up.
-Tony, you didn't get my letter?
-No, I told you I
didn't get a letter.
-Tony, a lot has happened
since you've been away.
-He doesn't know I
was in jail, does he?
-No, I didn't tell him.
Tony, Grandpa had an accident.
He fell on the ice.
They me take him home
from the hospital,
so I brought him here.
They said I should have a
nurse to take care of him.
I barely had enough money
to pay for the medicine.
I had to go out to work.
He was alone, and
he tried to walk.
I found him here, lying
on the floor dead.
I thought you knew.
I wrote you.
-(VOICEOVER) Grandpa,
you know my Daddy?
-Yeah.
-What kind of a man was he?
-What kind of a
question is that?
-I don't know.
Uncle Derek called
him a fool, said
only fools get
themselves killed.
-Your Uncle Derek
said that to you?
-Yeah.
-Well, you know
your Uncle Derek.
His light's on, but
there ain't nobody home.
Your Daddy wasn't no fool.
No, sir.
He just didn't
understand somethings.
-Hello, old man.
Why don't you just
reach into your pocket
and let me have your wallet?
-Excuse me.
-I said, let me
have your wallet.
-Please, Mister, please.
Please don't hurt
me and my grandson.
-I'm not going to ask you again.
Now handover the wallet!
-Don't hurt us, Mister.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I don't like nobody
bothering my money.
-Ugh!
-When you talk to me, you
speak clearly, distinctly,
and you call me sir!
Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.
-You take a hike,
and don't you never,
ever come back in
this neighborhood
and bother me and
my grandson, or I'm
going to blow your nuts
into so many little pieces,
the squirrels can't find them.
Now git!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I didn't know you
had gun, Grandpa.
-Well, it ain't much,
but it gets the job done.
Here.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-The other day you asked me
what I wanted to be-- rich,
rich-- that's what I want to
be because if we had the money
to pay for medicine and a
nurse, he'd be alive today.
Money is what matters, Chrissy.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "PAUL'S SONG"]
-Now if you're a
good little girl,
Santa Claus is going to
bring you something nice.
-Oh sure, and he won't even have
to come through the chimney,
he can just come to
the hole in the roof.
-I guess you're getting a bit
big to believe in Santa Claus.
-I haven't believed in Santa
Claus since I was four.
-I never knew that.
Why didn't you tell me?
-I figured if you were that
dumb to believe I believed
it, why make you
feel any dumber?
-My sister, [INAUDIBLE].
Well, since you don't
believe in Santa Claus,
I might as well give
you your gift now.
-Gift?
Nice wrapping.
-Makeshift.
-Oh Paul, it's wonderful.
Thank you.
-Now you and Freddy
have a playmate.
Merry Christmas, Michelle.
-Merry Christmas, Paul.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "NO ONE REALLY
KNOWS ME"]
-Michelle, I'm back.
-Did you get any
milk for Freddy?
-Yeah, I think there's
some fish in here, too.
At least it smells like it.
-Is it cold out?
-It's freezing.
I think it's going to snow.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "NO ONE REALLY
KNOWS ME"]
Hey, we've got a bowl,
and we even got a donut.
You want a bite?
-No.
-Mm.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "NO ONE REALLY
KNOWS ME"]
What I wouldn't give
for a good, hot meal.
-Or a hot bath.
-Yeah, we sure are starting
to smell a little nasty.
-We sure are.
-Don't worry about it.
I'll figure out something.
-I hope so.
-Eat something.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Yo, ain't that the one that
burned our fucking sneakers?
-Yeah, that's him.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey, are you feeling OK?
Yeah, I'm just tired.
Paul, how much longer
do we have here?
We can't find Aunt Rose
anywhere around here.
Why don't we go back?
It wasn't that bad.
-We just can't go back.
We'll be OK here.
Besides, we're
having fun, right?
Come on, you and Freddy
get ready for bed.
It's getting late.
-Paul, read me a bed time
story, like Mommy used to?
-OK, which one?
-Remember the one about
the mean, little nasty guy
who wanted to kidnap
the queen's daughter?
-You mean Rumpelstiltskin?
-Yeah, that's the one.
-OK, but you gotta promise
to go right to bed, OK?
-OK.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Uh, you ready?
OK.
There was once a miller
who was very poor,
but he had a beautiful daughter,
and the thought struck him
that he would speak
about her to the king.
-So he obtained an audience,
and he told the king
he had a daughter who
could spin straw into gold.
Hmm.
Then said the king.
This is a quality
which pleases me well.
If your daughter is, as
you say, so very skillful,
bring her to the castle
tomorrow morning,
and I will see what she can do.
Hmm.
The miller next day--
-Dad?
-Took his daughter-- what?
-How long does Mommy have
to stay in the hospital?
-Well, she'll be
coming home soon.
She just has to take
a few more tests.
-What kind of tests?
-Well, you see, the
doctors are treating her,
and she'll be as good
as new, even better.
-I want Mommy to
be as good as new.
-So do I, Paul.
So do I. Your mother told me
to tell you that she misses
you very much,
and she loves you.
-I miss her, too.
Can I go with you
to see her tomorrow?
-We'll see.
It's getting late.
Go to sleep, son.
-I love you, Dad.
-I love you, son.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Excuse me, you got a minute?
-Yeah.
You see these two kids
in the neighborhood?
A little girl about
this high, little guy?
-No.
-No, I haven't.
-No?
-Nah, I ain't seen them.
What makes you think
they're around here?
-Just a hunch,
and there's a $500
reward for anyone
who finds them.
-$500?
You must want them
back pretty bad.
-Do me a favor.
Here's my number.
If you see them
around, give me a call,
and you can make it collect.
-O'Connor, huh?
Is it true what they say
about the Irish, O'Connor?
-What's that?
-Just give me a call, OK?
[MUSIC PLAYING - "PAUL'S SONG"]
-It's just not fair
because I don't
even understand everything good.
Little Ralph, come here.
This son of a bitch, he
calls me into his office,
and tells me he has
to let me go, huh?
This bastard says,
they don't want
no abusive people working there.
I mean, this slimy creep
told me that I was abusive!
Am I abusive, Ralph, huh?
-Hey, relax, come on.
-Am I abusive, huh?
No, you're not,
you're not--relax.
-Dad?
-What?
-Can we go home now?
Michelle and I have
school tomorrow.
-How many times did
I tell you, stop
interrupting when
I'm talking, huh?
How many times?
-Hey, Mack, why don't
you leave the kid alone?
Go home.
It's late.
You had enough.
-Who's talking to you?
Why don't you mind
your own goddamn--
because I'm talking
to my son here.
-Come on, go home.
-Hey, both of you, come on.
Listen, I don't want
no fighting in here.
Hey, and look,
you've had enough.
And these kids, they
should be going home.
Just get out of here.
-You sure [INAUDIBLE] spoil
a goddamn conversation.
I wish it was you who were
dead, instead of your mother.
-Hey, big hands, why don't you
pick on somebody your own size?
-My own size?
Come on here.
Come on over here.
Come on over here.
I'm going to trim your beard.
Come on!
Come on!
[SHOUTING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Scott?
Scott, you down here, buddy?
Scott?
Scott?
What are you doing
under the desk?
Oh, it's all right.
It's all right, Scott.
Tell me what happened.
-I can't.
-Sure you can.
We're buddies, aren't we?
You can trust me.
-He hit me.
-Who hit you?
-Was it O'Connor?
Did O'Connor hit you, Scott?
-Was it Bennett?
Did Mr. Bennett hit you, Scott?
Why?
-Because he disobeyed me,
and I don't tolerate anybody
not obeying my orders.
-You have no right
hitting Scott like that.
He's only a little kid.
-No, little brat's more like it.
Listen, I know how to
deal with Scott, huh?
So why don't you mind
your own business
and stop sticking your nose
where it doesn't belong.
-You're not my father,
Bennett, and you're
not Scott's father either.
My father wouldn't hit his kid.
-Your father was
a drunk and a bum.
-He was not.
My, my father was a good man.
My father loved me.
-No, he loved his bottle.
Remember something, you're
just a ward of the State.
That's why you're
in this foster home.
That's why all the kids
are in this foster home.
Nobody wants you.
-That's not true!
Aunt Rose wanted us,
only she was too poor.
-Poor, poor Aunt
Rose. [LAUGHING]
When are you going
to grow up, Paul?
Your Aunt Rose doesn't want you.
She only wanted to use you to
get the money as an excuse.
-Was not!
You're a liar!
-Now listen you punk,
don't try anything.
Maybe I should teach
you some respect,
huh, teach you a lesson
you won't forget.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey, candy ears,
what's happening?
-Nothing.
-I was just throwing
you a compliment.
-You can keep it.
-Where'd you steal
the headphones from?
-Satisfaction.
I can't get no.
-Why don't you get a job?
-Huh?
-Why don't you get a job?
-Can't hear you.
I can't get no.
-Look for a job!
-Hey, hey, hey.
Don't you know that
unemployment is up,
and if I were to get a job,
I'd be taking a good job away
from some poor guy
that really needs one?
I couldn't do that.
Besides, no one
makes money doing
a good nine to five anyway.
-Shut up.
-That time of the
month again, huh?
[POLICE SIRENS]
-I was down at the corner store.
-You get me something to eat?
-A cop came in.
-Huh?
-A cop came in looking
for a certain someone.
Don't play with that.
-Wanted to know the whereabouts
of a certain someone.
He was offering a reward, $500.
-Was he a white guy, dark hair?
Was he with a Black
guy, heavy set?
-Oh you mean those
two FBI men that
were looking for you before?
No, it wasn't them.
Tall guy, beard, blondish hair.
They weren't looking
for you this time.
-Who's he looking for?
-Two little white kids,
runaways, 14 and 11.
-And what would they be
doing in the South Bronx?
-Maybe they wanted to see
how the other half lived.
-Do you see that?
Do you see that?
Ghetto kids disappear
every day, right?
These two little kids
disappear, right?
They decide they don't like the
new video game Daddy bought,
so they run away,
and concerned cops
come running in
with reward money.
How much reward money would
they offer if you disappeared?
I can see it right now.
Hey Joe, another
colored girl has
disappeared in the South Bronx.
That's good, Bill,
have another beer.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SHOUTING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Ooh.
-He's got a gun.
He's got a gun.
Break him.
-I'm going to slice
this fucking rag.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[YELLING]
-You a dead man.
-Present from my Granddaddy.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[HUMMING - "JINGLE BELLS"]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Yo, get back here!
Stop him!
He robbed me!
Stop him!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Michelle!
Michelle?
Michelle, where are you?
Michelle, stop playing games.
Michelle?
Oh, Michelle.
Rah!
I'll give you three
seconds to get out here.
One, two, two and 1/2,
two and 3/4, two and 8/16.
Michelle, come out here.
-Boo!
-I'm going to get you for that.
You think you're funny, huh?
I want you to promise me
you'll never do that again.
-Paul, you're hurting me.
Stop!
-I want you to promise me.
-I promise.
-And I want you to say,
Paul is the master supreme.
-That's it.
-You slapped me.
-I'm sorry, Paul,
I didn't mean to.
-I thought something
happened to you.
-I won't hide from
you again, Paul.
I'm sorry.
-OK, Rocky.
Is that a promise?
-Its a promise.
-Oh, I brought you something.
-What is it, Paul?
-Designer jeans.
-They should fit.
-I'll go try them on.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "REVENGE RAP"]
-Come on!
-Couldn't you find
us a place where
we don't have to
climb over something?
-Honestly, Paul, first
you climb a mountain,
and end up in the dumps, and
now you expect me climb a fence.
-Quit exaggerating.
It was just a hill.
Now come on.
-No way.
What do I look like anyhow?
-Stop being such a baby.
If you want a bath, then climb.
-(MOCKINGLY) If you
want a bath, then climb.
-What was that?
-Oh shut up!
--[INAUDIBLE] Come on, climb
the fence, you faggot.
You can't even climb a fence.
Come on.
-Don't rush me.
I'm coming.
-Let's go.
You're so slow.
-Where do you find these places?
-I look them up in the "Yellow
Pages," what do you think?
Come on.
Come on.
Shh.
Looks like no one's home.
-Not again.
-Quit complaining, you're
giving me a headache.
Now wait here while I check
the rest of the apartment.
Shh.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
It looks like the
coast is clear.
Can you handle this climb?
-Go fly a kite.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-The bathroom's
right there, stinky.
P-U.
-Shut up, skunk foot.
Don't take all day.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Come on, Michelle.
There's someone at the door.
Michelle, hurry it up.
Come on.
Michelle, Michelle, come on.
Can't find my [INAUDIBLE].
-Don't worry about it.
Let's go.
Come on.
Let's go.
-Get out of here, you can't--
-Come on.
-Hey, man.
-Look at that little kid.
Oh, that's sick, Tony.
-Kiddie porno.
-That's real sick.
-The kid's carrying
kiddie porno with him.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
-I'm going to have
a heart attack.
Oh,
-Oh, ah shit.
-What's the matter?
-Nothing, just wait here.
I gotta get something.
-What?
-Just stop asking so many
questions, and stay here.
-I don't like staying
here by myself.
Let me come with you
wherever you're going.
-Would you stay here,
and quit complaining?
-Ow, that hurts.
-I'll be back as soon as I can.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Looking for something?
What's the matter?
Ain't you never seen
an American before?
Where's your little friend?
-I'm alone.
-Listen up, junior flip, because
I'm going to give you the best
free advice this
side of the Bronx.
Rule number one, don't
break it anyone's apartment.
And rule number two, don't
break into someone's apartment
and get caught.
And rule number three, don't
ever take a shower in my place
man, and not have
the common decency
to wash the funk off the floor.
-We didn't mean--
-Hey man, if I want you to talk.
I'm going to throw you a peanut.
Unit then, why don't
you just shut up?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Now why don't you just take
your little prepubescent self up
into my abode and
tell me to what
I owe the pleasure
of your company.
-Don't push me.
-Hey, what are you
doing in my house, man?
-I just came to get something.
-Yeah, what?
The radio or the TV?
-Neither.
-Well, what then?
-Nothing.
-Hey man, you just some kind of
thief, or you push porno, too,
huh?
-We don't push anything.
-Oh, well, what are the
little pretty pictures for?
Just the old five-finger
romance, is that it?
-Five finger?
Go to hell!
-Hey midget, as far
as I'm concerned,
You're a little rude, funky,
bodacious, no-class kid, who
is not only out of his
neighborhood, but is out
of his little "Leave
It to Beaver" mind.
-Now if you want the chance to
finish going through puberty,
why don't you and I just go
pick up your little girlfriend,
I'll take you back to the
suburbs, and cash you in.
-She's not my girlfriend,
she's my sister.
-Oh, now she's your sister.
Well, enough talk,
I'm taking you home.
You know, it's a good thing
I don't have you busted, man.
It's just that I'm a
Capricorn, I'm kindhearted,
plus that I want to
keep my karma good.
Now let's go.
-I can't!
-Junior flip, I'm
tired out, man.
You made me miss "Star Trek"--
plus that I got high blood
pressure-- now don't make
me have to kick your ass.
-Just give me the photos.
-Hey, Chrissy!
[KNOCKING]
Chrissy!
Hey,Chrissy.
Chrissy, look at this.
-Don't yell, Tony.
-Hey Chrissy, we
got a visitor here.
Old Dennis the Menace
just got busted
trying to take another
shower, didn't you, Dennis?
What did you say
the kids were worth?
-$500.
Where's the girl?
-He says the girl's his sister.
-She is my sister, and
we're worth a lot more money
than that if you play it right.
-If you play what right?
-Just give me the pictures.
-Hey man, you don't
get shit until I
know what you're talking about.
Play what right?
-The Polaroids, they're
worth a lot of money
to the right person.
-How much money, man?
-As much as you can get.
-Now why don't you
start from the beginning
and go to the end, and
don't you be bullshitting.
[COINS DROPPING]
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
-Hello.
I'm calling about the two kids.
-What two kids?
-You know what two kids,
and I know where they're at.
-OK.
Where are they?
-[LAUGHING] Not so fast.
Let's play "Dialing
for Dollars. "
Behind Door number one
do I hear a reward?
-OK, I get the kids,
and you get your $500.
-[LAUGHING] $500?
Man, I spend more than
that on "Pacman" in a week,
let alone if I
play "Donkey Kong."
You know, everybody's
putting down my clothes, man.
They say I look like
a bum, so I want
a new double-breasted
Armani suit
with a Brooks Brothers tie.
My sister's tired of
watching the Flintstones
in black and white,
so we want some yabba,
dabba, do in color, baby.
I want one of them
big Japanese TVs.
You know, with all
the gadgets and shit,
that remote control stuff.
I tell you what, man.
Put another zero on that.
I'll make you a break.
Make it $5,000.
-$5,000?
Listen, I'm in no mood
for practical jokes, OK?
-Yeah, those pictures don't
look like practical jokes
to me, man.
-What pictures?
-The kind of pictures that
look like they're worth
$10,000, man.
And all this talking is
making my phone bill go up.
-(WHISPERING) Find
out who it is.
-Listen, who the hell is this?
-I'm the Captain of
the USS Enterprise.
That's not important to you.
What's important to you is
that I have what you want.
-OK.
Uh, tell me where they are,
and I'll bring you the money.
-I'll call you back
later with the details,
but right now you
just sit tight.
And I promise you one thing,
this shit is not a joke.
This phone will self-destruct
in five seconds.
[LAUGHING]
-Michelle?
Michelle, I thought
you promised you
weren't going to play games.
Michelle!
Where were you?
-I was out looking for you.
I got worried.
-I thought I told you not
to go outside the building.
I wasn't kidding
around, you know.
-But I don't like--
-I don't care what you like.
You just do what
I tell you to do.
-Paul, I--
-You know, I have
enough to worry
about without your whining and
your bullshit all the time.
-Paul--
-Do you think I like
living like this?
I can't stand it any more.
I want to have some friends,
some people I can talk to,
my own age.
I want to go on dates.
I want to go to school.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Me, too.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'm sorry, Michelle.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I finally got
this book together.
Can you believe it?
-I know, I know, it looks great!
-I carry it with me
to Paris to show it.
Oh god, now Italy is telling me
if I can come over right away,
but I think I'll go to
Paris first and then Italy.
-Yeah?
-You going to go?
-Of course, of course.
Yeah.
-We'll find someplace in
Paris to stay,and maybe
we'll go there first,
and then after--
-Japan.
We've got the bug.
-Yeah.
We've got to work
on this show here.
Like Calvin Klein, of--
-Excuse me, do you
have the correct time?
-3:00.
-Anyway, so we've got to get
this. [INAUDIBLE] [LAUGHING]
-You guys must be models, huh?
Is that you?
That's nice.
And you're a model, too, huh?
-No, I'm just in the park
right now, networking.
-Anyway, this is the
picture they're crazy about.
They want me to send
it over right away.
-I like that one.
I like that one.
-Listen, I hate to
bother you guys,
but I want to be a model--
-You are bothering us.
-You think I could be a model?
--[LAUGHING] You're
much too short,
and besides, We
want to be alone.
-Motherfuck!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[LAUGHTER]
-What's the matter, old
man, you getting tired?
What are you doing with
a pet ferret anyway?
The thing looks
like a giant rat.
-Hey video face, I let
you talk about my sister,
I even let you talk about my
mother, but you crack on JR,
and I might have to
stunt your growth.
He's like a brother to me.
He's the only friend I had
when I got out of the joint.
-Oh yeah?
What were you in
for, jaywalking?
-Try armed robbery.
-Oh, bull.
-Whim shit, I'm starting
to like you less and less.
-That's good because I
never liked you at all.
-You know, I could just turn
your ass over to the cops.
-You could.
Then you wouldn't get all that
green stuff from Mr. Bennett.
-Yeah, It might be worth it
just to see your cute little ass
behind bars, trying
to get a tan.
-You should know all
about cute little asses,
considering you were
in jail and all.
-Don't push it with
me, [INAUDIBLE].
-Don't damage the merchandise.
-Is that you?
-Yeah, that's me.
This is Mogley.
She was my favorite doll.
I used to love her so
much, I tried to take her
in the bathtub with me,
she got water soaked,
and every time I
squeezed her after that,
she'd make me all wet.
-Oh, that's Tony.
Isn't he cute?
He used to always
get in big trouble.
I remember, he took all the
sugar out of the sugar bowl,
and filled it up with salt.
My mother was making
her last cup of coffee,
and she put two
tablespoons of salt.
Oh, she was so made, she
beat the hell out of Tony.
That's Tony and I together.
When we were younger,
we were so close,
I used to follow him anywhere.
-Just like me and Paul.
-Yeah, just like you and Paul.
-Hey junior flip,
you and your sister,
you guys ever get it
on in Bennett's movies?
-You know, you're sick.
[MUSIC PLAYING - "MAKIN IT
REAL"]
-Hey, I didn't mean that.
-Oh yeah?
How would you like
it if someone wanted
to put your sister
in a porno film?
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-I'd grab him by his ears.
I'd ring his neck, and
then I'd bury him up
to his ankles in
fresh camel shit.
All except for his nostrils.
I'd put two straws there
so he could breathe.
And then I'd put red ants
down them straws so they'd
eat his face, and then I'd
have JR pee all over him.
-Bennett mightn't like that.
-The only trouble is how we
make it look like an accident?
-Oh, that's easy, just run over
him with a truck a few times.
-I like the way you think.
You can go far with
an attitude like that.
Those pictures were weird.
-That's nothing compared
to what they did to Scott.
-Who's Scott?
-(VOICEOVER) He hit me.
-Scott was my foster
brother at the Bennett's.
We shared a room together.
He was a great little artist.
He used to love
to draw pictures.
He drew this.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
He didn't talk much.
I guess his parents were dead.
He never really
talked about them.
He didn't have any friends,
beside me and Michelle.
The thing I remember
about him most
was that he'd always cry
himself to sleep all the time.
I never knew why, until one
day I walked into out room,
and saw him without
his shirt on.
His whole back was
covered with scars,
like someone beat
him with a belt.
I asked him what happened,
but he wouldn't tell me.
I know what happened.
I knew who did it.
It was Bennett.
He was only six years
old, and Bennett
was beating him with a belt.
What kind of man would
beat up on a little kid?
What kind of man would make
a little kid do that stuff?
-What happened to him?
-They say he ran away,
but I don't believe it.
I found his stuff
in the garbage can.
His crayons and his drawings.
That's why we can't
go back there.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-You find a place
to meet Bennett?
-Yeah, tomorrow's payday.
-Where's Paul?
He went back to the abandoned
building to get his stuff.
-Why didn't you go with him?
He shouldn't be roaming
the streets alone.
-Hey, don't you start
playing mama with me now,
and don't you worry about Paul.
He's a tough little kid.
-Michelle's asleep.
You should have heard some
of those stories she told me.
Those kids have been
through hell already.
Money isn't everything.
-Yeah?
Get you a new color TV, a
lot of clothes, medical care
for an old man like
your grandfather.
-Where you going?
-I'm going out, make a phone
call, and buy me a suit.
-To do what in?
To do whatever I do in style.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'll teach you
some respect, huh?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Sometimes I wish it
was you that was dead,
instead of your mother.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Well, Tweedle Dee,
where's Tweedle Dum?
-You're a funny man.
We got your message.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, let me see what you got.
And you're sure we
can-- you're sure we
can count on these kids?
-Yeah, they do whatever
Uncle Tony tells them to do.
-They better because you're
in way over your head
with this one, wise guy.
-If I wasn't in
over my head, you
wouldn't be in it at all, right?
I know how to cover my ass.
-You got a lousy
sense of direction.
-My sense of direction, my ass.
Why don't we do it my way?
-All right.
We do it your way, but
if you screw up, Tony,
I'm going to send
Tweedle Dum around,
and he's going to put
your ass in a vise,
and he's going to
squeeze so hard,
you'll wish you were back
in that jail in Mexico.
-Don't go away mad,
just go away, huh?
-Funny man.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hey, Paul.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I'm disappointed, Bennett.
You're 33 seconds late.
-Cut the bullshit, and let's
get down to business, huh?
-Well, you're pretty
anxious, aren't you, Bennett?
I have what you want.
Now show me what I want.
-Yeah, they're all here.
OK, kids, let's go.
-Frisk him, baby.
-What is this?
-You got your money.
-Yeah, that money
was for the pictures,
and these little kids
are going to extra.
-Hey, that wasn't
part of the deal.
-What do you think you're doing?
That wasn't part of the plan.
-Well, I'm altering
the plan, baby.
-Tony, you can't do that.
-I can, and I will.
-You bastard, you shut us out.
I knew I couldn't trust you.
Well, we're not going back.
-Yeah?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SCREECHING TIRES]
-Man, if you shoot
me, they're going
to put your little ass away
for good, baby, for good!
-I don't care!
[GUNSHOT]
You're next, Bennett.
This is for Scott!
-O'Connor!
-Hold it!
FBI!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I wouldn't do that.
You're under arrest.
-What the hell
you talking about?
-Shut up!
-Hey, Charlie, read
Mr. Bennett his rights,
and get him the
hell out of here.
-Turn around.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and
will be used against you.
You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
the court will provide one.
Do you understand your rights?
[LAUGHTER]
I did good?
-[INAUDIBLE] you did good.
You scare the hell out
of that mother or what?
-I still think it was
a half-assed idea.
-Makes you look like Mutt
and Jeff in those suits.
-Hey man, you going to play
dead, play dead in style.
-I thought it was a great idea.
-That's cause you
people think dumb.
-And you're jealous?
-Dumb.
-Yeah, but these
photos are going
to put Mr. Bennett
away for a long time.
-Well, there's plenty
more where they came from.
I'll testify against
those bastards.
-Me, too.
-What's going to
happen to the kids?
-The kids have
nothing to worry about
because we'll have to
find them a new home.
-I hope you find
some people more
reliable than the Bennett's.
-We'll see to it with time.
-Yeah, you do that.
-Say, uh, Tony, I believe you
have a little evidence for us.
-Evidence?
-Money.
-Oh, oh, there
goes our color TV.
-And um, you know, you might
have made a few enemies,
so keep a low profile, will you?
-Take that hat off your head.
-Look, we'll wait for
you back at the car.
-Hey!
Don't I get me
babysitting money?
-Babysitting money?
Who you calling baby, Bozo?
-So is your brother
an actor, or not?
-A little hammy on the
dying part, but he did OK.
-Go ahead now.
-Jesus Christ, I didn't
plan on this, man.
-Will you keep your mouth shut?
-I'll take good care
of Freddy for you.
-Thanks.
-If you ever need
anything, just call.
-So you finally got
your stuff on Bennett.
It wasn't as good as running
him over with the truck,
but I guess it'll do.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-I guess this is goodbye.
-Goodbye, Tony.
-Hey Michelle, the next time you
and Paul want to take a shower,
give us a call.
I'll even let you come in
through the front door instead
of using the window, all right?
-[LAUGHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING - "DON'T LET LIFE
FADE"]