Untold Damage (1971) - full transcript
♪ Another wake up tie my shoelace ♪
♪ One day waiting by the bed
Morning colors coat the mirror ♪
♪ Yellowing shades of red
Finger paint a pictures ♪
♪ Here's all of you and this is me ♪
♪ Family smiling happy ♪
♪ Like we're gonna be ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
- Well, Mr. and Mrs. Jerome,
I must say a lot for Tomby's family.
There seems to be all the
love he can use and then some.
Now, uh, tell me, Mr.
Jerome, what do you do?
- I'm a Hammond organist.
- Oh, how nice.
I saw the organ first
thing when I came in.
I just love organ music.
Maybe you'll play something
for us if we beg you.
- Certainly.
- And where are you employed?
- Oh, I'm not.
- Well, let's see, when was the
last time you were employed?
- (sighs) When was that?
Fireside Roundup, wasn't it?
- Yes.
- It's been some time, I'm afraid.
- It's been um,
it's been more than two years.
- Well, we'll just say
nothing so far this year.
Um, are you employed, Mrs. Jerome?
- Oh, please, call me Louise.
- And I'm Irene.
- Irene.
Yes.
I'm personnel manager at Howlett's.
- And uh, you're a veteran, Mr. Jerome?
- Jerry.
- Jerry.
- World War II.
- Terrific.
- I think I hear them now.
Here comes Tomby!
- Me, me, me!
- Hello, Tomby!
- Aww.
- I think he's gone to get you something.
- He loves new people.
- But not all new people.
He needs to know them first.
(Louise chuckles)
- [Irene] He certainly has a lot of love.
- Well...
We love him.
- Yes, we do.
- You know, Louise, it's a funny thing,
but a family that loves a
special child like Tomby,
well, when a family loves a
special child like this one--
- Me, me, me!
- Obviously for Tomby--
Oh!
Thank you.
Did you make this at school, Tomby?
- Me, me, me!
- Tomby thinks he made it,
but Lisa stands behind
him and moves his hands.
Tomby feels very proud
that he can give you
something that he's made.
- He always gives you something.
He just loves to give things.
- Fishy, fishy, fishy!
- These little fish
cookies are his favorite.
See?
- Uh, he uh, wants to look in your mouth.
- Fishy, fishy, fishy!
Ha, ha, ha!
- Tomby.
Tomby, come on.
Tomby.
♪ Tomby ♪
- (clears throat) Wow.
Well, I can certainly see
the love you've given him.
Of course now that he is of adult age,
he'll qualify for a small benefit.
Now um, I'd like to ask
him a question or two.
- All right.
Tomby, serious.
- What is your name?
- Talk, talk, talk.
- No, Tomby.
Tomby, what is your name?
Say Gay.
Gay, Gay, Gay.
- Hi, Mom, Hi Mom.
- This is Tomby's
brother Gay, I mean Greg.
Mrs. Mann.
- Hi, Mrs. Mann.
- Hello, Greg.
Tomby's given us all our names,
and we like them.
- Oh, yeah.
Tomby been telling you lies, Mrs. Mann?
- He's been telling Mrs.
Mann that he's a car.
- Oh, yeah?
He really is.
- So, you're Tomby's twin brother?
- Yes, that's right.
- [Irene] I can see the resemblance.
- Oh, really?
- [Irene] Certainly, around the eyes.
You have the same eyes.
- [Louise] Yes, isn't that remarkable?
- I never knew that.
- You would if you spent more
time around here, young man.
- What did he bring you?
- A dead mouse, isn't it Gay?
- Yeah, that's right.
- [Louise] Oh, Tomby!
- Excuse me, please.
- I just know there won't be any problems.
Since Tomby is to be 18,
let me see, Wednesday,
your benefit will begin on Monday.
It will come through our office
at Social Security each month.
Can he dress himself?
- Shoe laces and buttons, no.
Zippers, yes.
Well, with you gone so much of the time
who usually looks after Tomby?
Well, Sissy.
That's Tomby's name for Lisa.
Lisa looks after him the most.
And Lisa will be leaving
us soon to get married.
- [Irene] (gasps) How wonderful!
- It's not really decided yet, Ma.
- Oh?
I thought it was.
- You know it hasn't been.
- (sighs) There's no one
as good with Tomby as Lisa.
- And Tomby will miss
Sissy something awful.
- Well, what about Greg?
- Gay, Old Gay's a very busy
young man with the ladies.
Well, I took Tombo to a drive
in movie just last month.
- As a chaperone.
- Of course, I don't see that
particular girl anymore but--
- [Irene] Oh.
Does Tomby like movies?
- Oh, yes he does.
- [Irene] Well, what else does Tomby like?
- [Lisa] What doesn't he like?
Cars and--
- Ballet music.
- [Greg] Blowing in his face.
- Yes.
- Ha ha ha ha.
- Does he perform certain
body requirements?
- Well, he can put a
toothbrush in his mouth,
but he can't brush his teeth.
- How has he responded to toilet training?
- Tomby stopped wetting at 12.
- But (stammers) can he?
- Well.
- Uh, Sissy still, uh, wipes him.
Is that what you mean?
- Certainly.
(eerie electronic music)
(dramatic classical music)
- Oh, it's only you.
- It's only me, that's right.
- I thought it was Daddy.
- He's home.
- [Lisa] I know!
- Alright, what's with you?
- Daddy hit him.
- Where?
- On his hands.
- Oh well, that's not so bad.
Well, I mean it's better
than, uh, you know,
his face or something.
Why?
- Oh, he emptied the fridge again.
- Oh, so what, that's Tomby's thing.
- Well, it's not as though
he did it every day.
He found the potatoes, you know?
And he got the cottage cheese,
and he put everybody's
Jell-O in kind of a circle
on the floor.
In the middle was this pool of milk.
- Was there any breakage?
- No, it looked like he was
trying to feed something.
- Usually he just dumps it.
- Well, he was much neater this time.
- Oh, yeah?
- It's been a year.
- Oh, that's right, Tombo's annual party.
You should have seen it.
It was really neat for him.
I wonder why he does it.
- I don't know.
- I know you don't, but
don't you think anything?
- I'm tired of thinking.
Maybe he was trying to,
uh, feed his friend Ernest.
- Well, he doesn't need
friends, do you think?
- Not with you around he doesn't.
- I suppose.
- Where is Dad, anyway?
- Outside swatting flies.
- Outdoors swatting flies?
- He's got his work cut
out for him, doesn't he?
- Yes, he said flies breed outside
and that's where you've got to get 'em.
- He's really that pissed off?
- He said what he does with
flies is his own business.
- Well, I'm afraid our dad
is a relatively uncomplicated human being.
- I only wish he was.
- Yeah, me too.
- But why hit him?
If I wasn't home...
Little guy.
- Dumb ass thing to do.
(shushing)
Where is ole Tomasino anyway?
With the TV pulled out.
- He's missing Space Mice right now.
- I think he knows and no dinner.
I looked in on him.
Poor Tomby was just
sitting there trembling.
- Hey, no visitors.
- Oh, yeah?
- Really.
- Well, why don't you keep an
eye out for me will ya, sis?
- Okay.
- I'm gonna give him a book to tear.
- A what?
- A book, what the hell.
- Gay, I really don't think,
well, which one?
- I don't know, some best seller.
Mental Retardation Approaches,
Mental Retardation: A Handbook,
Sensory Retardation, Severe Retardation.
It's a good thing I don't read.
Here's one he'll enjoy.
- Hey, Gay, I really
don't think you should.
- [Greg] Oh, what's the difference?
Who'll know?
(paper tearing)
Ole Tomasino doesn't seem
to be his old self today.
You know, with dad laying down new rules,
you'd think he's planning
to overthrow the regime around here.
(shushing)
Well, what is she gonna say!
- She'll soon see.
- When is Rick coming down?
- What makes you say that?
- What makes me say that?
Well, you don't dress this way for me.
- Oh?
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
You look very good.
- You little sex pervert.
- What were you dancing today?
- Tchaikovsky, Piano Concerto Number Two.
I was Alicia Markova.
- Well, when is he coming down?
- After dinner.
- Then you're gonna go to the movies?
- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh, and I'm gonna be
going to work, of course.
So, uh, nobody'll be
home for hours and hours
and hours, except for the babysitter.
What's for dinner anyway?
- No comment.
- Except for the babysitter.
And the babysitter's, uh, pal.
Hey, Sis, straighten
this out for me, will ya?
Are you making it with Rick?
- Don't start that!
- In this very room?
- On this very sofa?
- No, little creep!
- Hello, Gay, mwah!
Sissy, put something on.
- Yes, Ma.
Ma!
- Hmm?
- Tomby's being punished.
- Aww.
Where's your father?
- Outside.
- Has he had a drink?
- I don't think so, Ma.
- I think he's swatting flies.
- Swatting flies?
- You can see out the window.
- Sissy, your father's
been upset these days.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
- How's dinner?
- Good, ready anytime.
- [Louise] No dinner for Tomby?
- No dinner, no TV, no visitors.
Would you talk to Daddy, please?
You know Tomby's not gonna
learn anything from this.
Sissy, I think we better let
Daddy decide that for himself.
- Oh, Ma.
- Sissy, let's let Daddy do what he thinks
is right this time.
- But he slapped him.
- Where?
- On his hand several times.
- What did he do?
Oh, the fridge.
You know, everything on the floor.
But he was really neat this time.
He didn't break anything, and
he just spilled a little milk.
Hasn't he been punished enough?
- Not this time, no.
After we go to the movies,
you can turn on his TV,
but be sure to turn it off again.
And Sissy, put something on!
- Mmm, thank you, Ma!
- Uh-huh.
Lloyd!
(water splashing)
(upbeat, chaotic organ music)
- Hi, Dad.
Hey, you know those, uh, those shirts
that Dad wears all the time?
They're very in, you know?
- Those plain old undershirts?
- Yeah, they're called tank tops.
They're very upbeat.
- Don't tell your father, no peeking.
Take in the water pitcher, dear.
- [Greg] Okay, how's the store?
- [Louise] Mm, good as ever.
- Rick's comin' in.
- Ahh?
- Yeah.
- After dinner?
- Yeah.
- He drives such a long way.
- [Greg] I hear he's being transferred.
- Oh?
Transferred where?
- Well, I don't know.
I just, uh, I think it's
a long way off, though.
- [Louise] Is Sissy very upset?
- Well, I don't know, Ma.
She didn't tell me.
I just, uh, I overheard a phone call.
- Mm, she'll miss Him.
He's a nice young man.
- Oh, come on, Mom.
- Your father and I are
going to the movies.
- [Greg] What are you going to see?
- I don't know.
(laughing)
Lloyd!
- What about Tomby?
- [Greg] Nothing, I guess.
They are going out.
- The movies?
- Yeah.
And little brother won't be around.
Hey Sissy, give me a tip, will ya?
- [Lisa] I'll give you a tip.
- No, no, straighten this
out for me, really, Sissy.
Where do you and Rick do it?
On the floor here, or do you
take him up to your room?
- We don't do it anywhere!
- Well, what do you do with him?
Do you just neck?
- Ma, dinner's on!
- [Louise] All right, dear.
- Ma?
- World peace, starting with us.
- Sissy?
- Charity begins in the home.
- Gay?
- If you stand by the river long enough,
the body of your enemy will float by.
- Greg.
- What?
Uh, let Boston win the NBA title.
- I didn't know you like violence, Greg.
- Oh, well, um, the instruction
is in patience, Dad.
If you wait by the river,
you can outlast your enemy.
- I know that.
What I don't know is why you insist
on bringing these things
up at the dinner table.
- Boston isn't in the
race, even I know that.
What are we going to see tonight, Daddy?
- I don't know.
- When's Mr. Right coming down, Sissy?
- Is Rick coming down, Sissy?
- Don't call him Mr. Right.
Yes, he is, Daddy.
- We certainly don't see as
much of him as we used to.
- [Greg] Gee, I don't know why.
- [Lloyd] He certainly
is a nice young man.
- Mm, he drives such a
long way just to see you.
- Gay, I'm a little
curious about that necktie.
A lot of men fought and died
for that tie you're wearing,
some of which I knew.
- Dad, I only got it because
I thought it would look good.
- Nelly, look at the
bugs on those flowers.
Between the flies and the bugs,
it's a wonder any one of us
is left alive.
- I just picked them.
- Uh, have you heard
from Corbin's yet, Dad?
- Corbin's Texas Steakhouse had
already hired somebody else.
- Some young fella that learned
to play the Hammond Organ
by mail, I think.
- Your father feels badly about it
because this fella
wasn't even in the union.
- (chuckles) That doesn't bother me.
I wonder why I have to
keep on paying my dues.
- I'm sorry, Pop.
- They're not much.
- Four times a year.
- Sissy, did you do the pie?
- Yes, Ma.
- Banana pie for dessert.
- Does anybody want any
of Sissy's homemade pie?
- Mom made it, I just heated it.
- Well, I want some, and
I'm sure Gay wants some.
It's his favorite.
- [Greg] Yeah, it's my favorite.
- Well, I couldn't, thanks.
- [Lloyd] No?
- No, no I couldn't.
- You're sure, Sissy?
- [Lisa] No, thank you.
- Gay?
- Uh, no, thank you.
- Well then, I guess I'll just
have to eat my piece alone.
- Why don't you get him, Sissy?
- Oh, Daddy, thank you!
- Oh Lloyd, thank you.
Greg, give me a hand.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Tomby?
Hey, Tomby.
Daddy's happy now, Tomby.
Dinner!
Left foot.
Right foot.
Daddy's happy now, Tomby.
Come on, come on.
Oh, up!
♪ Here comes Tomby jum jum ♪
♪ Here comes Tomby jum
jum jum jum, jum jum jum ♪
Come on, Tomby.
Come on.
Tomby, look.
Orange potatoes, Tomby, orange potatoes.
- Me me me!
- Sissy, get me a piece of pie, will ya?
- [Lisa] Go get it yourself.
- Alright.
- Give me a bite of yours.
- [Greg] Yeah.
- Mm.
- [Lloyd] Where are
you going tonight, Gay?
- After work you mean?
- [Lloyd] That's what I mean, Son.
- Well, a bunch of us,
we're grouping up over
at Sondheim's, I think.
- [Lloyd] Well, when you
decide, remember no boozing.
- Yes, sir.
- Just think, Gay,
you'll be legal tomorrow.
- Yeah, I know.
- [Lloyd] That doesn't change
anything around here, Gay.
- I know.
- Mmm, thank you.
Did you get Tomby a birthday present?
- Yeah, I got him a truck.
- Oh, he'll love that.
- That's nice.
- I know he loves red
trucks, they're neat!
- We ought to go.
- Oh, yeah.
Now remember, Gay, no boozing.
- Yes, sir.
- Tomby, let's dance.
Give me one dance, come on.
- Me me me me!
- [Greg] Go be a man, Tombo!
- Dot dot dot, de dot dot dot!
Dot dot da dat, dot dah dot dot dot!
Dot dot dot dot.
- Gay Gay Gay!
- See, he likes you now!
- Yeah, for a change, hey!
- After you bought him that book.
- Tombo, don't you want to
come to work with me tonight?
Why don't you get a job, huh?
You want to go to work?
You come to work with me and
we, you'll spray gas on cars.
- Car car car car!
(doorbell ringing)
- Hello, Rick.
- Hi.
- Hi, Rick.
- Good to see ya.
- Good to see you.
- Hello, Rick, how are you?
- Oh, hello.
- How's it going, Rick?
- Just fine, thank you.
You going out?
- Yes, to the movies.
- Have a good time.
- Yeah, in case you're not here
when we get back, good night.
- Enjoy yourselves!
- Good night, Mom!
- Good night, Tomby!
- You're looking good.
- I thought you were
gonna get your hair cut?
- Oh, I think I'm gonna
let the Army chop it off.
- [Rick] Oh, uh, here are the lists.
- Oh yeah, that's right.
- These are the new ventures here.
These are the investors
versus the regional distribution, see?
- Yeah.
- And way back here are the securities.
We always keep them back here.
You can hang onto that, if you want.
- Thanks.
- Oh, and this is the stuff
that I did, right there.
- Hey, hey, they slapped your name on it!
- Yeah, I guess.
How's the kid?
- Tomby? Fine.
- How are you, Tomby?
- Me me me me, nee nee nee nee nee.
- He's got a birthday
coming up, doesn't he?
- [Greg] Yeah.
- He'll be 18, wow.
- Yeah, 18 going on four.
- You got him something?
- Yeah, well, you know, the usual.
- I forgot, it's your birthday, too!
I always forget.
What are you getting?
- Uh, I think an Army uniform.
- Do you think he knows it's his birthday?
- [Greg] No.
- Hello again.
- Feet, do your stuff.
I'll see ya later, Rick!
- [Rick] Yeah.
- Hey.
- Alone with the babysitter.
- You're the babysitter tonight.
You know, you're gonna have
to learn all about drinking
and getting drunk.
- Huh?
- Oh, yeah.
- Why?
- Otherwise, you won't have any fun.
- It makes me sick.
- Okay.
What happens when we have
guests over to dinner,
and we bring out a fancy bottle of vino?
- I'll get sick.
Okay, give me a sip.
I could do it, I think.
- For me?
Yes, if that's what you want.
- That's only part of it.
Have another sip.
- Oh, alright.
- You didn't tell them.
When?
- You know when.
No, I don't, Lisa, when?
- I didn't talk to them, I couldn't.
- Oh yeah?
- Everything happened this week.
And with his birthday coming, I couldn't.
- They're moving me, and
it's down to a week, Lisa.
What am I gonna do?
Commute 2600 miles?
- I will!
- I know you will.
- I will!
- When?
- Soon.
- How soon?
- Very!
- How about tonight when they come home?
- Um, maybe.
- Yeah, maybe, I have my doubts, you know?
- Well, I don't.
- Can't he go away?
It's too early.
- Maybe for him it is.
Why isn't he watching television?
- He's not allowed.
He's being punished.
- Oh, yeah.
Tomby, Tomby, Tomby, you want a present?
Huh?
Which hand, which hand?
They go to a single or double?
- Double.
- Yeah, home by 12:00.
- I suppose.
- It's funny to think of
them in a drive-in movie.
No offense, I just can't see them, uh.
- Oh, I don't think they do.
- Probably not.
- [Rick] Let's go to your room.
- Rick, we said we weren't
going to in the house.
- Well, what do they think we do, neck?
- Sort of.
- [Rick] They really do, don't they?
They really do.
They must think I'm a fairy.
- Oh, I'm sure they don't.
- [Rick] They know about fairies?
- I think so.
- Know what?
- She asked if I let you pet me.
- (laughs) Pet you?
(blowing)
(sighs) Can't he watch TV?
- Daddy disconnected it.
- Well, what if Rick connected it?
- So, what did you tell her?
I told her that I let you sometimes.
- Did she ask you where?
No, she thinks I just mean here.
- (sighs) Your mother's philosophy.
- I know.
- Lloyd's just as bad.
Well, everything's going to be
alright in a couple of weeks.
It is, isn't it?
- Yes.
- You're going to tell them.
- Yes.
- Good.
Let's go to your room.
- Rick!
- What?
- Let's wait.
- [Rick] Shit!
- Oh, don't say that, please!
- [Rick] Well.
- Well, you know how I feel here.
- You mean with Tomby in the other room?
- No!
- Yes.
- No, just here, that's all.
- But it's alright in the car?
I'm pushing 26, Lisa.
I don't always think the
car is the best place.
I can see us after we're
married still slippin' out
to the garage at night and
getting into the backseat
to make love.
Tell me, do you honestly
think that it's all right
to make love at a drive-in
movie and not in your own bed?
- Don't talk about it, please.
I don't like to.
- Why not?
I'll be gone in a week and
they won't even know our plans.
You'd think they'd like that.
- I'll tell them.
- They'll just have to hire
somebody to take care of him.
It won't kill 'em.
He moves like a cat when he wants to.
- I don't agree about hiring someone else.
- I know, I know.
- I could never leave him with
someone who doesn't love him!
- I know, I know.
- Nothing on TV, Tomby?
- TV TV!
- I could never let him go to Carnavon.
- He doesn't let anybody
else pop his pimples.
- Well, he doesn't!
- You're not gonna tell them.
- I will, of course.
But even if I do, it's me
who can't decide, I guess,
when it gets right down to it.
I just don't think I'll be
able to say goodbye to him.
- Well, isn't that something?
You know what I thought?
I thought you didn't want to
leave him with your parents.
I wonder why I thought that.
- Rick.
- Because that's what you told me.
- I didn't know myself.
- Well, I sure knew.
Well, this will give me time to think.
Let's see, Seattle.
- I think you'll really
be fantastic there.
You love your work so.
- Yeah, that's something.
This is crazy, you know that?
- No, it's not.
- It isn't?
You want to settle down
with your spastic brother
instead of with me?
Terrific, you two can
grow old and fat together.
That's not what I want
at all! I want you, Rick!
- A lie.
- I do, but I have,
I want Tomby to be a part of that somehow.
- He could visit us in
Seattle when we get a place.
- Not just a visit.
- The three of us?
The three of us.
I'm trying to get some kind of a start,
and you want to screw it all up!
- I shouldn't have asked you, I'm sorry.
- So, now it's up to me,
if I love you enough.
- No, Rick, that's not the question.
- Bathroom bathroom, we do,
we do, wee-wee, poop-poop!
- Wee or poop, Tomby?
Wee or poop?
- Poop poop!
(eerie electronic music)
(dramatic music)
(thudding)
(screaming)
(Tomby crying)
- Tomby!
Tomby Tom-Tom hurt his hand.
Come on, show Sissy, Tomby!
Show me, show me, show me, Tomby.
Come on, come on, Tomby.
Show Sissy, come on.
- [Louise] What's the matter?
- What did he do?
- I don't know.
He hurt his hand.
- [Louise] Oh?
- Come on, Tomby.
- [Louise] Is it broken?
- [Lloyd] How did he do it?
- [Lloyd And Lisa] Come on,
Tomby, show Sissy your hand.
- Show Sissy, show Sissy.
Daddy, get him his chocolate milk.
He's not still being punished, is he?
- No, no, of course not.
- Now, now, Tomby's good.
Aww, show Sissy.
- Doesn't seem to be any
broken bones but I, I can't.
- Me me me!
- I know, I know, I know!
- Here you are, Tomby.
- Dad, please bring a cold towel.
- He really ought to be x-rayed.
- Oh, good, Tomby gets to wear a Band-Aid.
- Only if he leaves it alone.
- Oh, well, he will, he will.
- Band-Aid, Band-Aid, Tomby!
- Band-Aid, Band-Aid.
- [Louise] He probably
won't sleep tonight, Sissy!
- Oh, bring him a Thorazine!
- [Louise] Alright!
- Gay Gay Gay!
- Is he home yet?
He better be!
- [Louise] (shushing) He's asleep!
He's asleep with his clothes on, Gay!
- [Louise] He was probably tired.
- He's probably had a couple of drinks.
Gay!
- (stammers) Hello, Dad.
Your brother's had an
accident with his hand.
You'd better come out here.
Oh, yeah, how'd he do that?
- You've been boozing, Gay.
- [Greg] Yeah. (laughs)
- Oh, Daddy.
It's his birthday.
Happy Birthday, Gay!
- Thank you, Mom.
- Not in this house, he
can't come in like that.
- How many drinks did you have?
- Three.
- Where'd you get them?
- At a bar, it's legal!
- You promised me you wouldn't booze.
Now, you keep your word
when you promise me.
I can't get mad at you anymore.
You're supposed to be an adult now.
- I'm sorry, Dad.
Happy birthday, Tombo.
- [Lisa] He hurt his hand in the kitchen.
- [Greg] What was he doing in the kitchen?
- [Lisa] Look on the floor.
- I'll clean it up.
- Again?
That makes some kind of
a record, doesn't it?
You know, maybe we ought
to be trying to find out
why he's constantly dumping the contents
of the refrigerator on
the floor all the time.
- I think he does it for attention.
- Attention?
- Don't you, Ma?
- Do think he really needs attention?
- Don't yell in front of him.
- You know how you find out what he wants?
You ask him.
- Don't tell me about Tomby, Gay.
- Why don't you ask him, Sissy.
Maybe he will tell you.
- Tell Sissy, Tomby.
Tell Sissy.
- He did it to feed Pasey Pasey!
That damned cat?
- Why, yes!
That little cat that you
had about six years ago.
- That little black cat.
How about that?
- It's amazing he can remember
something that long ago.
- Yeah.
- That darling little black cat.
- Fancy that.
- Yeah, he killed it.
- He didn't mean to.
- He kicked it to death!
- Well, he doesn't kick anymore, Gay.
- He doesn't wear, uh,
steel-tipped shoes anymore.
- Come on, Tomby, come on.
Come on, Tomby.
Come on, Tomby, come on.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Come on, come on.
- (groans) He's been so much better
since he's been taking the Thorazine.
- Oh, thanks to modern drugs.
I wonder what he'd do to
that cat if he had it now.
- How do you think he'd act, Sissy?
- I think he'd be fine.
He's much gentler now.
Look at him with his flowers!
- Flowers don't have
eyes you can poke out.
- Oh, Gay.
I don't think he should have a kitten,
a bigger cat, maybe.
- [Greg] Yeah, a plastic one.
- [Lisa] I think he could have one!
- Was that what he was
trying to say, Sissy?
How could he remember back six years?
- [Lisa] It's an incredible memory span.
Maybe he's getting better!
- Yeah, there aren't many four-year-olds
who can remember back six years.
- You think it would be alright, Sissy?
- [Lisa] Yes!
Well, I think if that's what he wants
we should try it.
- Just get him one, please.
- Daddy, what do you think?
- If it's alright with
Sissy, it's alright with me.
- [Greg] Oh, boy, a cat.
- I can't wait to see him
when we give it to him.
Can we get him one tomorrow,
Ma, for his birthday?
He wanted one and he told us.
- [Greg] Good night,
good night, good night.
- Gay!
(coughing)
Happy birthday.
- Thank you, Mom.
- Happy birthday, Gay.
- Night, Sissy!
- [Lisa] Night, Ma!
- Night, Tomby!
- Night, Tomby!
(Greg coughing)
- Happy birthday.
- Good night, Sissy.
Happy birthday, ya little shithead.
We are now 18, in about two hours,
two-and-a-half, something.
(sighs)
Thanks for getting me up.
Well, we haven't had much of a chance
to talk much over the past 18 years,
so can I sit down?
(sighs)
We are now allowed to vote.
We're allowed to drink.
We're allowed to be drafted.
We're allowed to get married.
(laughs)
What else?
Well, that's enough.
We're going to be doing a lot
of these things from now on.
We've got lots of time.
I don't even know what I want to be yet.
You've got lots of time, too.
And you know what you're gonna be.
Happy birthday, kid.
You're probably a very heavy guy. (laughs)
How would anyone know?
Your life is relatively uncomplicated.
A good lunch, a good bowel
movement and good nap.
That's about it, isn't it, Tomasino?
Got your room.
Got your flower box.
You're fed, you're chauffeured.
You've got your cars and your
animals and your flowers.
Anytime you get a little
excited, they give you Thorazine.
(chuckles) You're all set.
You're even on drugs, congratulations.
The world's most
experienced four-year-old.
(sighs)
We've never talked, have we?
Uh, this, kind of, seems to be the time,
I might be taking off.
Why not?
I gotta get outta here, Tombo.
You understand?
See, what about me?
I never bring my lady friends around here
or haven't you noticed?
I mean, we're twins.
Don't you think I'd like them to meet you?
Look at us.
I could have been you.
Sometimes I think I probably am.
I think about that.
Well, I'll tell you one thing.
When I do come back to visit,
I think I might bring one of
my lady friends around here
and let her see for herself
that what I have for a brother
is really a broken toy.
What the hell.
And if she doesn't think
you're as beautiful
as I think you're beautiful,
then the hell with her, right?
Am I right?
Of course I am, ya little bastard.
You're part of me.
You know, we have the same eyes?
I don't know where we
got 'em, but we got 'em.
We're the same.
Deep.
That lady said you had,
uh, shadows in your eyes.
She was right.
Twins
Not only are you my twin,
you're the only thing
holding this chickenshit outfit together.
Yeah, yeah, I wonder
when the last time was
that Mom and Pop really got it on.
Years, probably.
And Sissy, she lives for you.
You've got everyone's number
around here don't you, kid?
(chuckles)
Why don't you let Sissy go, huh Tombo?
She'd never leave you.
That's why.
(chuckles) You're just
sittin' there, aren't you?
Drinking it all up, not a peep.
You don't got nothing to
say, don't say it, right?
Right.
I've been meaning to discuss a couple
of these larger issues with you.
And one more thing, little guy.
If I ever, if I ever
do freak out completely
and get married to someone,
you'll come and live with us sometime.
Oh, and if you do, could
you please call me Greg?
You think you could learn to say that?
Doesn't anyone around
here know what gay means?
(laughing)
Yeah.
A world without Thomas Jerome
would be a very straight place, indeed.
Well, that's about all I have to say.
Uh.
I'm gonna kiss you, little guy.
Sleep well.
Tomorrow it'll be cars
and animals and flowers
and who knows, maybe a C-A-T.
Good night.
Happy birthday, kid.
Night.
(dramatic, somber music)
(upbeat classical music)
(phone ringing)
- Rick?
No, I'm all alone.
Oh, he's right here dancing with Ernest.
Dancing Poulenc.
Ma says it rains a lot in Seattle.
Well, I guess she was wrong.
I'm glad you're having
such good weather up there.
Do you feel the same about Tomby?
Yes.
I know, Rick.
Oh.
Yes.
Goodbye, Rick.
(door thudding)
(sobbing)
(simple organ music)
Daddy?
Daddy?
- Tomby?
- I'm alright.
- What?
- I'm alright.
I'm not what you think I am.
- Oh, Tomby, what?
- I can talk almost right, can't I?
- Yes!
You, you, you just found out?
It just happened?
- Yes, I thought you'd be mad.
- Mad?
Mad at you?
Oh, Tomby, God, I'm so happy!
- Are you mad?
- No, honey, no, I'm not mad.
- No?
- No, of course not!
- You're speaking words!
- Yes.
- Well, say something!
- What?
- Say something you couldn't say before.
- Lisa, are you happy?
- Yes.
- Now you don't have to stay.
- How did you know?
How did it happen?
- All I did was I said, "I
think I'll get that toothbrush,"
and, and so I did and I put it in my mouth
and my hand moved it the way you move it
but it was, it was my hand.
It felt right!
My, my, my fingers closed
and, and they opened and
my head moves and my arm.
- Tomby, I'm so happy!
- It, it just happened, just now
when I was on the phone?
When did it happen?
It wasn't today, was it?
Was it yesterday?
Last week?
Longer than last week?
How long, Tomby?
- I think it was years.
I like my room.
I like to live here.
I like it the way it is now.
I didn't want it to change.
- God, Tomby!
- [Tomby] Are you going to tell?
- Of course!
- Please, don't tell them.
- You mean,
you don't wanna change?
- I don't want something else.
I don't want to do what Greg does.
- But you have to!
- [Tomby] Why?
- Everybody does.
- No, no.
I trusted you.
You can go marry Rick.
You won't be here.
That's what you want.
- Yes, it is.
- Let me stay here the way I am.
That's what I want.
Please.
- All this time.
All this time!
All this time!
Get out, get out, get out!
Out!
(sobbing)
I cannot, I cannot, (sobs)
I cannot! (sobs)
- Hoo hoo, Sissy, Mom's home!
- [Lisa] Hello, Mom.
- Hello.
Mm-hm.
Oh.
Oh, I'm so glad they didn't
chop all his hair off.
Why is he so furious with us
for addressing his letters
to Private Gay Jerome?
Oh, Army regulations, I suppose.
Oh my, his handwriting.
I'll just have to save this to read later.
Was Tomby dancing with you?
What did you dance today?
Let me guess, Swan Lake?
- [Lisa] Ma!
- Mm?
- What would happen if I did go away?
- To Tomby?
- Yes!
- Oh, Sissy.
Why on Earth do you ask
a question like that?
- What would happen if
I wasn't here anymore?
- What's wrong, dear?
Aww, what have you been crying about?
- I've been talking with
Rick, that's all, Ma.
I'm gonna go away and be with him
and we'll get married
and I'm gonna go tonight.
- Can I borrow this bag?
- What?
Sissy, darling.
Do you, do you want me to
believe that you're just
going to pick up, fly out of
here tonight to be with Rick?
Well, I think Rick's a wonderful young man
but I didn't think that
you were serious about him,
now that he's chosen to live in Seattle.
- He was sent there, and I
am that serious about him.
- What are you gonna say to Tomby?
I didn't think you ever wanted a stranger
to take care of him.
Well, that's what's going to happen!
Now, you know that!
Well, anyway, it's impossible
because we're not going
to just simply make up
our minds that quickly
about something that important.
So you just calm down, young lady and,
and we'll talk it out with
your father when he gets home.
Don't worry about Rick.
He'll still be there.
Sissy!
Please, come and help me with dinner.
Where is Tomby?
- [Lisa] Outside!
- Sissy, what's wrong with him?
Why is he such a mess?
Sissy!
How did his overalls get torn?
Sissy, Sissy!
- Let him tell you!
- What do you mean?
- Tomby's normal!
Tomby's been normal for years, Ma!
Don't you get it?
All this time, washing
and feeding and toilet,
and everything and he's been normal!
Normal, Ma.
Ma!
- Don't tell your father.
- You knew, didn't you?
You knew!
- Yes.
I'm his mother.
(eerie music)
- Here comes Tomby!
(dramatic music)
- Hey, thanks Tombo.
- [Lloyd] Ma?
- I hope that God takes care of Gay
wherever he may be sent.
- Gay?
- Uh, the body has reasons
which reason doesn't understand.
- [Lloyd] Tomby?
- Me me me!
- Oh, look what Tomby's
got for his dinner,
orange potatoes, mmm, num num num num.
Tomby.
Now.
(somber music)
♪ Another wake up tie my shoelace ♪
♪ One day waiting by the bed ♪
♪ Morning colors coat the mirror ♪
♪ Yellowing shades of red ♪
♪ Finger paint a pictures ♪
♪ Here's all of you and this is me ♪
♪ Family smiling happy ♪
♪ Like we're gonna be ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ Another rainy empty suitcase ♪
♪ One day staying home instead ♪
♪ Daylight colors leaving some
still lingering in my head ♪
♪ Holding hands together ♪
♪ Here's all of you ♪
♪ And this is me ♪
♪ Waiting for tomorrow ♪
♪ Where we're gonna be ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ One day waiting by the bed
Morning colors coat the mirror ♪
♪ Yellowing shades of red
Finger paint a pictures ♪
♪ Here's all of you and this is me ♪
♪ Family smiling happy ♪
♪ Like we're gonna be ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
- Well, Mr. and Mrs. Jerome,
I must say a lot for Tomby's family.
There seems to be all the
love he can use and then some.
Now, uh, tell me, Mr.
Jerome, what do you do?
- I'm a Hammond organist.
- Oh, how nice.
I saw the organ first
thing when I came in.
I just love organ music.
Maybe you'll play something
for us if we beg you.
- Certainly.
- And where are you employed?
- Oh, I'm not.
- Well, let's see, when was the
last time you were employed?
- (sighs) When was that?
Fireside Roundup, wasn't it?
- Yes.
- It's been some time, I'm afraid.
- It's been um,
it's been more than two years.
- Well, we'll just say
nothing so far this year.
Um, are you employed, Mrs. Jerome?
- Oh, please, call me Louise.
- And I'm Irene.
- Irene.
Yes.
I'm personnel manager at Howlett's.
- And uh, you're a veteran, Mr. Jerome?
- Jerry.
- Jerry.
- World War II.
- Terrific.
- I think I hear them now.
Here comes Tomby!
- Me, me, me!
- Hello, Tomby!
- Aww.
- I think he's gone to get you something.
- He loves new people.
- But not all new people.
He needs to know them first.
(Louise chuckles)
- [Irene] He certainly has a lot of love.
- Well...
We love him.
- Yes, we do.
- You know, Louise, it's a funny thing,
but a family that loves a
special child like Tomby,
well, when a family loves a
special child like this one--
- Me, me, me!
- Obviously for Tomby--
Oh!
Thank you.
Did you make this at school, Tomby?
- Me, me, me!
- Tomby thinks he made it,
but Lisa stands behind
him and moves his hands.
Tomby feels very proud
that he can give you
something that he's made.
- He always gives you something.
He just loves to give things.
- Fishy, fishy, fishy!
- These little fish
cookies are his favorite.
See?
- Uh, he uh, wants to look in your mouth.
- Fishy, fishy, fishy!
Ha, ha, ha!
- Tomby.
Tomby, come on.
Tomby.
♪ Tomby ♪
- (clears throat) Wow.
Well, I can certainly see
the love you've given him.
Of course now that he is of adult age,
he'll qualify for a small benefit.
Now um, I'd like to ask
him a question or two.
- All right.
Tomby, serious.
- What is your name?
- Talk, talk, talk.
- No, Tomby.
Tomby, what is your name?
Say Gay.
Gay, Gay, Gay.
- Hi, Mom, Hi Mom.
- This is Tomby's
brother Gay, I mean Greg.
Mrs. Mann.
- Hi, Mrs. Mann.
- Hello, Greg.
Tomby's given us all our names,
and we like them.
- Oh, yeah.
Tomby been telling you lies, Mrs. Mann?
- He's been telling Mrs.
Mann that he's a car.
- Oh, yeah?
He really is.
- So, you're Tomby's twin brother?
- Yes, that's right.
- [Irene] I can see the resemblance.
- Oh, really?
- [Irene] Certainly, around the eyes.
You have the same eyes.
- [Louise] Yes, isn't that remarkable?
- I never knew that.
- You would if you spent more
time around here, young man.
- What did he bring you?
- A dead mouse, isn't it Gay?
- Yeah, that's right.
- [Louise] Oh, Tomby!
- Excuse me, please.
- I just know there won't be any problems.
Since Tomby is to be 18,
let me see, Wednesday,
your benefit will begin on Monday.
It will come through our office
at Social Security each month.
Can he dress himself?
- Shoe laces and buttons, no.
Zippers, yes.
Well, with you gone so much of the time
who usually looks after Tomby?
Well, Sissy.
That's Tomby's name for Lisa.
Lisa looks after him the most.
And Lisa will be leaving
us soon to get married.
- [Irene] (gasps) How wonderful!
- It's not really decided yet, Ma.
- Oh?
I thought it was.
- You know it hasn't been.
- (sighs) There's no one
as good with Tomby as Lisa.
- And Tomby will miss
Sissy something awful.
- Well, what about Greg?
- Gay, Old Gay's a very busy
young man with the ladies.
Well, I took Tombo to a drive
in movie just last month.
- As a chaperone.
- Of course, I don't see that
particular girl anymore but--
- [Irene] Oh.
Does Tomby like movies?
- Oh, yes he does.
- [Irene] Well, what else does Tomby like?
- [Lisa] What doesn't he like?
Cars and--
- Ballet music.
- [Greg] Blowing in his face.
- Yes.
- Ha ha ha ha.
- Does he perform certain
body requirements?
- Well, he can put a
toothbrush in his mouth,
but he can't brush his teeth.
- How has he responded to toilet training?
- Tomby stopped wetting at 12.
- But (stammers) can he?
- Well.
- Uh, Sissy still, uh, wipes him.
Is that what you mean?
- Certainly.
(eerie electronic music)
(dramatic classical music)
- Oh, it's only you.
- It's only me, that's right.
- I thought it was Daddy.
- He's home.
- [Lisa] I know!
- Alright, what's with you?
- Daddy hit him.
- Where?
- On his hands.
- Oh well, that's not so bad.
Well, I mean it's better
than, uh, you know,
his face or something.
Why?
- Oh, he emptied the fridge again.
- Oh, so what, that's Tomby's thing.
- Well, it's not as though
he did it every day.
He found the potatoes, you know?
And he got the cottage cheese,
and he put everybody's
Jell-O in kind of a circle
on the floor.
In the middle was this pool of milk.
- Was there any breakage?
- No, it looked like he was
trying to feed something.
- Usually he just dumps it.
- Well, he was much neater this time.
- Oh, yeah?
- It's been a year.
- Oh, that's right, Tombo's annual party.
You should have seen it.
It was really neat for him.
I wonder why he does it.
- I don't know.
- I know you don't, but
don't you think anything?
- I'm tired of thinking.
Maybe he was trying to,
uh, feed his friend Ernest.
- Well, he doesn't need
friends, do you think?
- Not with you around he doesn't.
- I suppose.
- Where is Dad, anyway?
- Outside swatting flies.
- Outdoors swatting flies?
- He's got his work cut
out for him, doesn't he?
- Yes, he said flies breed outside
and that's where you've got to get 'em.
- He's really that pissed off?
- He said what he does with
flies is his own business.
- Well, I'm afraid our dad
is a relatively uncomplicated human being.
- I only wish he was.
- Yeah, me too.
- But why hit him?
If I wasn't home...
Little guy.
- Dumb ass thing to do.
(shushing)
Where is ole Tomasino anyway?
With the TV pulled out.
- He's missing Space Mice right now.
- I think he knows and no dinner.
I looked in on him.
Poor Tomby was just
sitting there trembling.
- Hey, no visitors.
- Oh, yeah?
- Really.
- Well, why don't you keep an
eye out for me will ya, sis?
- Okay.
- I'm gonna give him a book to tear.
- A what?
- A book, what the hell.
- Gay, I really don't think,
well, which one?
- I don't know, some best seller.
Mental Retardation Approaches,
Mental Retardation: A Handbook,
Sensory Retardation, Severe Retardation.
It's a good thing I don't read.
Here's one he'll enjoy.
- Hey, Gay, I really
don't think you should.
- [Greg] Oh, what's the difference?
Who'll know?
(paper tearing)
Ole Tomasino doesn't seem
to be his old self today.
You know, with dad laying down new rules,
you'd think he's planning
to overthrow the regime around here.
(shushing)
Well, what is she gonna say!
- She'll soon see.
- When is Rick coming down?
- What makes you say that?
- What makes me say that?
Well, you don't dress this way for me.
- Oh?
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
You look very good.
- You little sex pervert.
- What were you dancing today?
- Tchaikovsky, Piano Concerto Number Two.
I was Alicia Markova.
- Well, when is he coming down?
- After dinner.
- Then you're gonna go to the movies?
- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh, and I'm gonna be
going to work, of course.
So, uh, nobody'll be
home for hours and hours
and hours, except for the babysitter.
What's for dinner anyway?
- No comment.
- Except for the babysitter.
And the babysitter's, uh, pal.
Hey, Sis, straighten
this out for me, will ya?
Are you making it with Rick?
- Don't start that!
- In this very room?
- On this very sofa?
- No, little creep!
- Hello, Gay, mwah!
Sissy, put something on.
- Yes, Ma.
Ma!
- Hmm?
- Tomby's being punished.
- Aww.
Where's your father?
- Outside.
- Has he had a drink?
- I don't think so, Ma.
- I think he's swatting flies.
- Swatting flies?
- You can see out the window.
- Sissy, your father's
been upset these days.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
- How's dinner?
- Good, ready anytime.
- [Louise] No dinner for Tomby?
- No dinner, no TV, no visitors.
Would you talk to Daddy, please?
You know Tomby's not gonna
learn anything from this.
Sissy, I think we better let
Daddy decide that for himself.
- Oh, Ma.
- Sissy, let's let Daddy do what he thinks
is right this time.
- But he slapped him.
- Where?
- On his hand several times.
- What did he do?
Oh, the fridge.
You know, everything on the floor.
But he was really neat this time.
He didn't break anything, and
he just spilled a little milk.
Hasn't he been punished enough?
- Not this time, no.
After we go to the movies,
you can turn on his TV,
but be sure to turn it off again.
And Sissy, put something on!
- Mmm, thank you, Ma!
- Uh-huh.
Lloyd!
(water splashing)
(upbeat, chaotic organ music)
- Hi, Dad.
Hey, you know those, uh, those shirts
that Dad wears all the time?
They're very in, you know?
- Those plain old undershirts?
- Yeah, they're called tank tops.
They're very upbeat.
- Don't tell your father, no peeking.
Take in the water pitcher, dear.
- [Greg] Okay, how's the store?
- [Louise] Mm, good as ever.
- Rick's comin' in.
- Ahh?
- Yeah.
- After dinner?
- Yeah.
- He drives such a long way.
- [Greg] I hear he's being transferred.
- Oh?
Transferred where?
- Well, I don't know.
I just, uh, I think it's
a long way off, though.
- [Louise] Is Sissy very upset?
- Well, I don't know, Ma.
She didn't tell me.
I just, uh, I overheard a phone call.
- Mm, she'll miss Him.
He's a nice young man.
- Oh, come on, Mom.
- Your father and I are
going to the movies.
- [Greg] What are you going to see?
- I don't know.
(laughing)
Lloyd!
- What about Tomby?
- [Greg] Nothing, I guess.
They are going out.
- The movies?
- Yeah.
And little brother won't be around.
Hey Sissy, give me a tip, will ya?
- [Lisa] I'll give you a tip.
- No, no, straighten this
out for me, really, Sissy.
Where do you and Rick do it?
On the floor here, or do you
take him up to your room?
- We don't do it anywhere!
- Well, what do you do with him?
Do you just neck?
- Ma, dinner's on!
- [Louise] All right, dear.
- Ma?
- World peace, starting with us.
- Sissy?
- Charity begins in the home.
- Gay?
- If you stand by the river long enough,
the body of your enemy will float by.
- Greg.
- What?
Uh, let Boston win the NBA title.
- I didn't know you like violence, Greg.
- Oh, well, um, the instruction
is in patience, Dad.
If you wait by the river,
you can outlast your enemy.
- I know that.
What I don't know is why you insist
on bringing these things
up at the dinner table.
- Boston isn't in the
race, even I know that.
What are we going to see tonight, Daddy?
- I don't know.
- When's Mr. Right coming down, Sissy?
- Is Rick coming down, Sissy?
- Don't call him Mr. Right.
Yes, he is, Daddy.
- We certainly don't see as
much of him as we used to.
- [Greg] Gee, I don't know why.
- [Lloyd] He certainly
is a nice young man.
- Mm, he drives such a
long way just to see you.
- Gay, I'm a little
curious about that necktie.
A lot of men fought and died
for that tie you're wearing,
some of which I knew.
- Dad, I only got it because
I thought it would look good.
- Nelly, look at the
bugs on those flowers.
Between the flies and the bugs,
it's a wonder any one of us
is left alive.
- I just picked them.
- Uh, have you heard
from Corbin's yet, Dad?
- Corbin's Texas Steakhouse had
already hired somebody else.
- Some young fella that learned
to play the Hammond Organ
by mail, I think.
- Your father feels badly about it
because this fella
wasn't even in the union.
- (chuckles) That doesn't bother me.
I wonder why I have to
keep on paying my dues.
- I'm sorry, Pop.
- They're not much.
- Four times a year.
- Sissy, did you do the pie?
- Yes, Ma.
- Banana pie for dessert.
- Does anybody want any
of Sissy's homemade pie?
- Mom made it, I just heated it.
- Well, I want some, and
I'm sure Gay wants some.
It's his favorite.
- [Greg] Yeah, it's my favorite.
- Well, I couldn't, thanks.
- [Lloyd] No?
- No, no I couldn't.
- You're sure, Sissy?
- [Lisa] No, thank you.
- Gay?
- Uh, no, thank you.
- Well then, I guess I'll just
have to eat my piece alone.
- Why don't you get him, Sissy?
- Oh, Daddy, thank you!
- Oh Lloyd, thank you.
Greg, give me a hand.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Tomby?
Hey, Tomby.
Daddy's happy now, Tomby.
Dinner!
Left foot.
Right foot.
Daddy's happy now, Tomby.
Come on, come on.
Oh, up!
♪ Here comes Tomby jum jum ♪
♪ Here comes Tomby jum
jum jum jum, jum jum jum ♪
Come on, Tomby.
Come on.
Tomby, look.
Orange potatoes, Tomby, orange potatoes.
- Me me me!
- Sissy, get me a piece of pie, will ya?
- [Lisa] Go get it yourself.
- Alright.
- Give me a bite of yours.
- [Greg] Yeah.
- Mm.
- [Lloyd] Where are
you going tonight, Gay?
- After work you mean?
- [Lloyd] That's what I mean, Son.
- Well, a bunch of us,
we're grouping up over
at Sondheim's, I think.
- [Lloyd] Well, when you
decide, remember no boozing.
- Yes, sir.
- Just think, Gay,
you'll be legal tomorrow.
- Yeah, I know.
- [Lloyd] That doesn't change
anything around here, Gay.
- I know.
- Mmm, thank you.
Did you get Tomby a birthday present?
- Yeah, I got him a truck.
- Oh, he'll love that.
- That's nice.
- I know he loves red
trucks, they're neat!
- We ought to go.
- Oh, yeah.
Now remember, Gay, no boozing.
- Yes, sir.
- Tomby, let's dance.
Give me one dance, come on.
- Me me me me!
- [Greg] Go be a man, Tombo!
- Dot dot dot, de dot dot dot!
Dot dot da dat, dot dah dot dot dot!
Dot dot dot dot.
- Gay Gay Gay!
- See, he likes you now!
- Yeah, for a change, hey!
- After you bought him that book.
- Tombo, don't you want to
come to work with me tonight?
Why don't you get a job, huh?
You want to go to work?
You come to work with me and
we, you'll spray gas on cars.
- Car car car car!
(doorbell ringing)
- Hello, Rick.
- Hi.
- Hi, Rick.
- Good to see ya.
- Good to see you.
- Hello, Rick, how are you?
- Oh, hello.
- How's it going, Rick?
- Just fine, thank you.
You going out?
- Yes, to the movies.
- Have a good time.
- Yeah, in case you're not here
when we get back, good night.
- Enjoy yourselves!
- Good night, Mom!
- Good night, Tomby!
- You're looking good.
- I thought you were
gonna get your hair cut?
- Oh, I think I'm gonna
let the Army chop it off.
- [Rick] Oh, uh, here are the lists.
- Oh yeah, that's right.
- These are the new ventures here.
These are the investors
versus the regional distribution, see?
- Yeah.
- And way back here are the securities.
We always keep them back here.
You can hang onto that, if you want.
- Thanks.
- Oh, and this is the stuff
that I did, right there.
- Hey, hey, they slapped your name on it!
- Yeah, I guess.
How's the kid?
- Tomby? Fine.
- How are you, Tomby?
- Me me me me, nee nee nee nee nee.
- He's got a birthday
coming up, doesn't he?
- [Greg] Yeah.
- He'll be 18, wow.
- Yeah, 18 going on four.
- You got him something?
- Yeah, well, you know, the usual.
- I forgot, it's your birthday, too!
I always forget.
What are you getting?
- Uh, I think an Army uniform.
- Do you think he knows it's his birthday?
- [Greg] No.
- Hello again.
- Feet, do your stuff.
I'll see ya later, Rick!
- [Rick] Yeah.
- Hey.
- Alone with the babysitter.
- You're the babysitter tonight.
You know, you're gonna have
to learn all about drinking
and getting drunk.
- Huh?
- Oh, yeah.
- Why?
- Otherwise, you won't have any fun.
- It makes me sick.
- Okay.
What happens when we have
guests over to dinner,
and we bring out a fancy bottle of vino?
- I'll get sick.
Okay, give me a sip.
I could do it, I think.
- For me?
Yes, if that's what you want.
- That's only part of it.
Have another sip.
- Oh, alright.
- You didn't tell them.
When?
- You know when.
No, I don't, Lisa, when?
- I didn't talk to them, I couldn't.
- Oh yeah?
- Everything happened this week.
And with his birthday coming, I couldn't.
- They're moving me, and
it's down to a week, Lisa.
What am I gonna do?
Commute 2600 miles?
- I will!
- I know you will.
- I will!
- When?
- Soon.
- How soon?
- Very!
- How about tonight when they come home?
- Um, maybe.
- Yeah, maybe, I have my doubts, you know?
- Well, I don't.
- Can't he go away?
It's too early.
- Maybe for him it is.
Why isn't he watching television?
- He's not allowed.
He's being punished.
- Oh, yeah.
Tomby, Tomby, Tomby, you want a present?
Huh?
Which hand, which hand?
They go to a single or double?
- Double.
- Yeah, home by 12:00.
- I suppose.
- It's funny to think of
them in a drive-in movie.
No offense, I just can't see them, uh.
- Oh, I don't think they do.
- Probably not.
- [Rick] Let's go to your room.
- Rick, we said we weren't
going to in the house.
- Well, what do they think we do, neck?
- Sort of.
- [Rick] They really do, don't they?
They really do.
They must think I'm a fairy.
- Oh, I'm sure they don't.
- [Rick] They know about fairies?
- I think so.
- Know what?
- She asked if I let you pet me.
- (laughs) Pet you?
(blowing)
(sighs) Can't he watch TV?
- Daddy disconnected it.
- Well, what if Rick connected it?
- So, what did you tell her?
I told her that I let you sometimes.
- Did she ask you where?
No, she thinks I just mean here.
- (sighs) Your mother's philosophy.
- I know.
- Lloyd's just as bad.
Well, everything's going to be
alright in a couple of weeks.
It is, isn't it?
- Yes.
- You're going to tell them.
- Yes.
- Good.
Let's go to your room.
- Rick!
- What?
- Let's wait.
- [Rick] Shit!
- Oh, don't say that, please!
- [Rick] Well.
- Well, you know how I feel here.
- You mean with Tomby in the other room?
- No!
- Yes.
- No, just here, that's all.
- But it's alright in the car?
I'm pushing 26, Lisa.
I don't always think the
car is the best place.
I can see us after we're
married still slippin' out
to the garage at night and
getting into the backseat
to make love.
Tell me, do you honestly
think that it's all right
to make love at a drive-in
movie and not in your own bed?
- Don't talk about it, please.
I don't like to.
- Why not?
I'll be gone in a week and
they won't even know our plans.
You'd think they'd like that.
- I'll tell them.
- They'll just have to hire
somebody to take care of him.
It won't kill 'em.
He moves like a cat when he wants to.
- I don't agree about hiring someone else.
- I know, I know.
- I could never leave him with
someone who doesn't love him!
- I know, I know.
- Nothing on TV, Tomby?
- TV TV!
- I could never let him go to Carnavon.
- He doesn't let anybody
else pop his pimples.
- Well, he doesn't!
- You're not gonna tell them.
- I will, of course.
But even if I do, it's me
who can't decide, I guess,
when it gets right down to it.
I just don't think I'll be
able to say goodbye to him.
- Well, isn't that something?
You know what I thought?
I thought you didn't want to
leave him with your parents.
I wonder why I thought that.
- Rick.
- Because that's what you told me.
- I didn't know myself.
- Well, I sure knew.
Well, this will give me time to think.
Let's see, Seattle.
- I think you'll really
be fantastic there.
You love your work so.
- Yeah, that's something.
This is crazy, you know that?
- No, it's not.
- It isn't?
You want to settle down
with your spastic brother
instead of with me?
Terrific, you two can
grow old and fat together.
That's not what I want
at all! I want you, Rick!
- A lie.
- I do, but I have,
I want Tomby to be a part of that somehow.
- He could visit us in
Seattle when we get a place.
- Not just a visit.
- The three of us?
The three of us.
I'm trying to get some kind of a start,
and you want to screw it all up!
- I shouldn't have asked you, I'm sorry.
- So, now it's up to me,
if I love you enough.
- No, Rick, that's not the question.
- Bathroom bathroom, we do,
we do, wee-wee, poop-poop!
- Wee or poop, Tomby?
Wee or poop?
- Poop poop!
(eerie electronic music)
(dramatic music)
(thudding)
(screaming)
(Tomby crying)
- Tomby!
Tomby Tom-Tom hurt his hand.
Come on, show Sissy, Tomby!
Show me, show me, show me, Tomby.
Come on, come on, Tomby.
Show Sissy, come on.
- [Louise] What's the matter?
- What did he do?
- I don't know.
He hurt his hand.
- [Louise] Oh?
- Come on, Tomby.
- [Louise] Is it broken?
- [Lloyd] How did he do it?
- [Lloyd And Lisa] Come on,
Tomby, show Sissy your hand.
- Show Sissy, show Sissy.
Daddy, get him his chocolate milk.
He's not still being punished, is he?
- No, no, of course not.
- Now, now, Tomby's good.
Aww, show Sissy.
- Doesn't seem to be any
broken bones but I, I can't.
- Me me me!
- I know, I know, I know!
- Here you are, Tomby.
- Dad, please bring a cold towel.
- He really ought to be x-rayed.
- Oh, good, Tomby gets to wear a Band-Aid.
- Only if he leaves it alone.
- Oh, well, he will, he will.
- Band-Aid, Band-Aid, Tomby!
- Band-Aid, Band-Aid.
- [Louise] He probably
won't sleep tonight, Sissy!
- Oh, bring him a Thorazine!
- [Louise] Alright!
- Gay Gay Gay!
- Is he home yet?
He better be!
- [Louise] (shushing) He's asleep!
He's asleep with his clothes on, Gay!
- [Louise] He was probably tired.
- He's probably had a couple of drinks.
Gay!
- (stammers) Hello, Dad.
Your brother's had an
accident with his hand.
You'd better come out here.
Oh, yeah, how'd he do that?
- You've been boozing, Gay.
- [Greg] Yeah. (laughs)
- Oh, Daddy.
It's his birthday.
Happy Birthday, Gay!
- Thank you, Mom.
- Not in this house, he
can't come in like that.
- How many drinks did you have?
- Three.
- Where'd you get them?
- At a bar, it's legal!
- You promised me you wouldn't booze.
Now, you keep your word
when you promise me.
I can't get mad at you anymore.
You're supposed to be an adult now.
- I'm sorry, Dad.
Happy birthday, Tombo.
- [Lisa] He hurt his hand in the kitchen.
- [Greg] What was he doing in the kitchen?
- [Lisa] Look on the floor.
- I'll clean it up.
- Again?
That makes some kind of
a record, doesn't it?
You know, maybe we ought
to be trying to find out
why he's constantly dumping the contents
of the refrigerator on
the floor all the time.
- I think he does it for attention.
- Attention?
- Don't you, Ma?
- Do think he really needs attention?
- Don't yell in front of him.
- You know how you find out what he wants?
You ask him.
- Don't tell me about Tomby, Gay.
- Why don't you ask him, Sissy.
Maybe he will tell you.
- Tell Sissy, Tomby.
Tell Sissy.
- He did it to feed Pasey Pasey!
That damned cat?
- Why, yes!
That little cat that you
had about six years ago.
- That little black cat.
How about that?
- It's amazing he can remember
something that long ago.
- Yeah.
- That darling little black cat.
- Fancy that.
- Yeah, he killed it.
- He didn't mean to.
- He kicked it to death!
- Well, he doesn't kick anymore, Gay.
- He doesn't wear, uh,
steel-tipped shoes anymore.
- Come on, Tomby, come on.
Come on, Tomby.
Come on, Tomby, come on.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Come on, come on.
- (groans) He's been so much better
since he's been taking the Thorazine.
- Oh, thanks to modern drugs.
I wonder what he'd do to
that cat if he had it now.
- How do you think he'd act, Sissy?
- I think he'd be fine.
He's much gentler now.
Look at him with his flowers!
- Flowers don't have
eyes you can poke out.
- Oh, Gay.
I don't think he should have a kitten,
a bigger cat, maybe.
- [Greg] Yeah, a plastic one.
- [Lisa] I think he could have one!
- Was that what he was
trying to say, Sissy?
How could he remember back six years?
- [Lisa] It's an incredible memory span.
Maybe he's getting better!
- Yeah, there aren't many four-year-olds
who can remember back six years.
- You think it would be alright, Sissy?
- [Lisa] Yes!
Well, I think if that's what he wants
we should try it.
- Just get him one, please.
- Daddy, what do you think?
- If it's alright with
Sissy, it's alright with me.
- [Greg] Oh, boy, a cat.
- I can't wait to see him
when we give it to him.
Can we get him one tomorrow,
Ma, for his birthday?
He wanted one and he told us.
- [Greg] Good night,
good night, good night.
- Gay!
(coughing)
Happy birthday.
- Thank you, Mom.
- Happy birthday, Gay.
- Night, Sissy!
- [Lisa] Night, Ma!
- Night, Tomby!
- Night, Tomby!
(Greg coughing)
- Happy birthday.
- Good night, Sissy.
Happy birthday, ya little shithead.
We are now 18, in about two hours,
two-and-a-half, something.
(sighs)
Thanks for getting me up.
Well, we haven't had much of a chance
to talk much over the past 18 years,
so can I sit down?
(sighs)
We are now allowed to vote.
We're allowed to drink.
We're allowed to be drafted.
We're allowed to get married.
(laughs)
What else?
Well, that's enough.
We're going to be doing a lot
of these things from now on.
We've got lots of time.
I don't even know what I want to be yet.
You've got lots of time, too.
And you know what you're gonna be.
Happy birthday, kid.
You're probably a very heavy guy. (laughs)
How would anyone know?
Your life is relatively uncomplicated.
A good lunch, a good bowel
movement and good nap.
That's about it, isn't it, Tomasino?
Got your room.
Got your flower box.
You're fed, you're chauffeured.
You've got your cars and your
animals and your flowers.
Anytime you get a little
excited, they give you Thorazine.
(chuckles) You're all set.
You're even on drugs, congratulations.
The world's most
experienced four-year-old.
(sighs)
We've never talked, have we?
Uh, this, kind of, seems to be the time,
I might be taking off.
Why not?
I gotta get outta here, Tombo.
You understand?
See, what about me?
I never bring my lady friends around here
or haven't you noticed?
I mean, we're twins.
Don't you think I'd like them to meet you?
Look at us.
I could have been you.
Sometimes I think I probably am.
I think about that.
Well, I'll tell you one thing.
When I do come back to visit,
I think I might bring one of
my lady friends around here
and let her see for herself
that what I have for a brother
is really a broken toy.
What the hell.
And if she doesn't think
you're as beautiful
as I think you're beautiful,
then the hell with her, right?
Am I right?
Of course I am, ya little bastard.
You're part of me.
You know, we have the same eyes?
I don't know where we
got 'em, but we got 'em.
We're the same.
Deep.
That lady said you had,
uh, shadows in your eyes.
She was right.
Twins
Not only are you my twin,
you're the only thing
holding this chickenshit outfit together.
Yeah, yeah, I wonder
when the last time was
that Mom and Pop really got it on.
Years, probably.
And Sissy, she lives for you.
You've got everyone's number
around here don't you, kid?
(chuckles)
Why don't you let Sissy go, huh Tombo?
She'd never leave you.
That's why.
(chuckles) You're just
sittin' there, aren't you?
Drinking it all up, not a peep.
You don't got nothing to
say, don't say it, right?
Right.
I've been meaning to discuss a couple
of these larger issues with you.
And one more thing, little guy.
If I ever, if I ever
do freak out completely
and get married to someone,
you'll come and live with us sometime.
Oh, and if you do, could
you please call me Greg?
You think you could learn to say that?
Doesn't anyone around
here know what gay means?
(laughing)
Yeah.
A world without Thomas Jerome
would be a very straight place, indeed.
Well, that's about all I have to say.
Uh.
I'm gonna kiss you, little guy.
Sleep well.
Tomorrow it'll be cars
and animals and flowers
and who knows, maybe a C-A-T.
Good night.
Happy birthday, kid.
Night.
(dramatic, somber music)
(upbeat classical music)
(phone ringing)
- Rick?
No, I'm all alone.
Oh, he's right here dancing with Ernest.
Dancing Poulenc.
Ma says it rains a lot in Seattle.
Well, I guess she was wrong.
I'm glad you're having
such good weather up there.
Do you feel the same about Tomby?
Yes.
I know, Rick.
Oh.
Yes.
Goodbye, Rick.
(door thudding)
(sobbing)
(simple organ music)
Daddy?
Daddy?
- Tomby?
- I'm alright.
- What?
- I'm alright.
I'm not what you think I am.
- Oh, Tomby, what?
- I can talk almost right, can't I?
- Yes!
You, you, you just found out?
It just happened?
- Yes, I thought you'd be mad.
- Mad?
Mad at you?
Oh, Tomby, God, I'm so happy!
- Are you mad?
- No, honey, no, I'm not mad.
- No?
- No, of course not!
- You're speaking words!
- Yes.
- Well, say something!
- What?
- Say something you couldn't say before.
- Lisa, are you happy?
- Yes.
- Now you don't have to stay.
- How did you know?
How did it happen?
- All I did was I said, "I
think I'll get that toothbrush,"
and, and so I did and I put it in my mouth
and my hand moved it the way you move it
but it was, it was my hand.
It felt right!
My, my, my fingers closed
and, and they opened and
my head moves and my arm.
- Tomby, I'm so happy!
- It, it just happened, just now
when I was on the phone?
When did it happen?
It wasn't today, was it?
Was it yesterday?
Last week?
Longer than last week?
How long, Tomby?
- I think it was years.
I like my room.
I like to live here.
I like it the way it is now.
I didn't want it to change.
- God, Tomby!
- [Tomby] Are you going to tell?
- Of course!
- Please, don't tell them.
- You mean,
you don't wanna change?
- I don't want something else.
I don't want to do what Greg does.
- But you have to!
- [Tomby] Why?
- Everybody does.
- No, no.
I trusted you.
You can go marry Rick.
You won't be here.
That's what you want.
- Yes, it is.
- Let me stay here the way I am.
That's what I want.
Please.
- All this time.
All this time!
All this time!
Get out, get out, get out!
Out!
(sobbing)
I cannot, I cannot, (sobs)
I cannot! (sobs)
- Hoo hoo, Sissy, Mom's home!
- [Lisa] Hello, Mom.
- Hello.
Mm-hm.
Oh.
Oh, I'm so glad they didn't
chop all his hair off.
Why is he so furious with us
for addressing his letters
to Private Gay Jerome?
Oh, Army regulations, I suppose.
Oh my, his handwriting.
I'll just have to save this to read later.
Was Tomby dancing with you?
What did you dance today?
Let me guess, Swan Lake?
- [Lisa] Ma!
- Mm?
- What would happen if I did go away?
- To Tomby?
- Yes!
- Oh, Sissy.
Why on Earth do you ask
a question like that?
- What would happen if
I wasn't here anymore?
- What's wrong, dear?
Aww, what have you been crying about?
- I've been talking with
Rick, that's all, Ma.
I'm gonna go away and be with him
and we'll get married
and I'm gonna go tonight.
- Can I borrow this bag?
- What?
Sissy, darling.
Do you, do you want me to
believe that you're just
going to pick up, fly out of
here tonight to be with Rick?
Well, I think Rick's a wonderful young man
but I didn't think that
you were serious about him,
now that he's chosen to live in Seattle.
- He was sent there, and I
am that serious about him.
- What are you gonna say to Tomby?
I didn't think you ever wanted a stranger
to take care of him.
Well, that's what's going to happen!
Now, you know that!
Well, anyway, it's impossible
because we're not going
to just simply make up
our minds that quickly
about something that important.
So you just calm down, young lady and,
and we'll talk it out with
your father when he gets home.
Don't worry about Rick.
He'll still be there.
Sissy!
Please, come and help me with dinner.
Where is Tomby?
- [Lisa] Outside!
- Sissy, what's wrong with him?
Why is he such a mess?
Sissy!
How did his overalls get torn?
Sissy, Sissy!
- Let him tell you!
- What do you mean?
- Tomby's normal!
Tomby's been normal for years, Ma!
Don't you get it?
All this time, washing
and feeding and toilet,
and everything and he's been normal!
Normal, Ma.
Ma!
- Don't tell your father.
- You knew, didn't you?
You knew!
- Yes.
I'm his mother.
(eerie music)
- Here comes Tomby!
(dramatic music)
- Hey, thanks Tombo.
- [Lloyd] Ma?
- I hope that God takes care of Gay
wherever he may be sent.
- Gay?
- Uh, the body has reasons
which reason doesn't understand.
- [Lloyd] Tomby?
- Me me me!
- Oh, look what Tomby's
got for his dinner,
orange potatoes, mmm, num num num num.
Tomby.
Now.
(somber music)
♪ Another wake up tie my shoelace ♪
♪ One day waiting by the bed ♪
♪ Morning colors coat the mirror ♪
♪ Yellowing shades of red ♪
♪ Finger paint a pictures ♪
♪ Here's all of you and this is me ♪
♪ Family smiling happy ♪
♪ Like we're gonna be ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ Another rainy empty suitcase ♪
♪ One day staying home instead ♪
♪ Daylight colors leaving some
still lingering in my head ♪
♪ Holding hands together ♪
♪ Here's all of you ♪
♪ And this is me ♪
♪ Waiting for tomorrow ♪
♪ Where we're gonna be ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪
♪ Just the way we are ♪