Diff'rent Strokes (1978–1986): Season 2, Episode 26 - The Squealer - full transcript
Willis joins a gang in spite of Mr. Drummond's warnings.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the beat of just one drum ♪
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some ♪
♪ A man is born He's
a man of means ♪
♪ Then along come two They
got nothin' but their jeans ♪
♪ But they got
diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes
to move the world ♪
♪ Everybody's got a
special kind of story ♪
♪ Everybody finds
a way to shine ♪
♪ It don't matter that you
got not a lot, so what ♪
♪ They'll have theirs and you'll
have yours and I'll have mine ♪
♪ And together we'll
be fine 'cause it takes ♪
♪ Diff'rent strokes to move
the world Yes, it does ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes
to move the world ♪♪
Come on, Arnold, that's
no word. What's "A-D-D-A"?
You never heard of "adda"?
What does it mean?
Use "adda" in a sentence.
Get "adda" here.
Arnold, try spelling
this... [Blows Raspberry]
Hello.
Hi, Willis. Where you
been? Playing basketball?
No, Arnold, this is an
orange with a gland condition.
- There was
a telephone call for you.
- Who from?
Some guy named Lenny. He said that
the Tarantulas are coming over to see you.
They are? Oh, man! I
hope they tell me I'm in!
- Who are the Tarantulas?
- Only the coolest club
around here.
If you're not a Tarantula,
you're just a lowly creep.
Don't worry, Willis. I
like you as a lowly creep.
There's something I gotta do before
they get here. I hope they say I'm in.
Wow. He's really
excited about it.
I felt the same way when I got
accepted into my exclusive club...
The Super Dudes.
Arnold, you were the
only member of that club.
Shows you how exclusive it was.
[Doorbell Chiming]
All right. [Knocking]
All right!
You didn't have to break the door
down. Well, what have we got here?
I'd break down anything
to get to you, foxy.
What do you think you're doing?
If you don't know, I must
be doing it wrong. [Laughing]
Keep your greasy
meat hooks off my sister,
or you're asking
for a fat kneecap.
Cool it, you little
munchkin, or I'll have to
take you home and use
you for a paperweight.
Hi, Kimberly. Jimmy, what
are you doing with these guys?
Oh, that's just how us
Tarantulas fool around.
This is Lenny and Mike.
Guys, this is Willis's sister
and his brother. Arnold.
Lenny's the chief
of the Tarantulas.
Yeah, you could
say he's the big sting.
Sting? Do you end
that with a "G" or a "K"?
Didn't I see you the other day
carrying two new radial tires?
So? I found them.
Yeah, before somebody lost them.
[Whistles]
Hey, Kimberly, got a match? Aren't you
a little young to be smoking cigarettes?
Well, I'd smoke a candy
bar, but they're hard to light.
Kinda hard to light!
Don't you know that
smoking can kill you?
It can?
- [Choking, Moaning]
- Oh! Call an ambulance!
[Laughing]
These guys are about as
funny as the electric chair.
Hey, Tarantulas! Hey, Willis!
Whoa! Whoo!
Hey, Willis, we got some
good news and some bad news.
Yeah, look, Big "W," the bad news is,
you're gonna have to come up with 30 bucks.
The good news is, you need the
bread to buy a Tarantula jacket!
All right! All right! All right!
Did you hear that? I'm a
Tarantula! Isn't that great news?
That's right up there
with the bubonic plague.
He doesn't know what it
means to be a Tarantula.
It means we better
call the exterminator.
Arnold, go take a
swim in your fishbowl.
Willis, you are one lucky dude.
You joined up just in time
for D-Day. What's D-Day?
I can't tell you till the day I decide
we're gonna do it. It's my own idea.
- Yeah, even we don't
know what it is.
- But you're gonna dig it.
What are you gonna do? Go to a
pet store and rough up the puppies?
No, they'll probably find some old
lady and force her to cross the street.
Don't pay any
attention to them, Lenny.
Hey, thanks, man. I'm a
Tarantula! Don't mention it, Willis.
See you tomorrow. See you later.
Much later.
Bye-bye. [Groans]
How about that? I'm a Tarantula!
I am really surprised
at you. Those aren't
the kind of guys you
usually pal around with.
- What do you mean?
- She means they look like
the Alcatraz Glee Club.
Bunch of jerks!
- Boy, that really
makes me mad!
- What's the matter?
I thought I was going to get attacked
coming out the elevator right now.
Did Mrs. Harris from the third
floor make a pass at you again?
Three teenage punks smoking,
being loud, pushy and rude.
- Did they hurt you?
- They sure did.
They called me "gramps."
I wonder how those
jerks got into this building?
Uh, Dad, those
were just my friends.
- Your friends?
- Yeah, the Tarantulas.
- They were just fooling around.
- Yeah, you know,
playing pranks.
Like throwing you
out of a moving car.
They're one of the
clubs in the neighborhood
and they voted me
in. It's a big honor.
It is, huh? Well, I'm
just voting you out.
Say what?
Willis, I don't want you hanging
around with kids like that.
That's not a club.
That's a gang. It sure is.
But, Dad, you don't understand.
They may look tough, but it's just an act.
I'm sorry, Willis, but those
boys are trouble if I ever saw it.
And from now on I want
you to stay away from them.
Now, that's an order.
Oh, man! Talk
about unreasonable.
Kimberly, have you ever seen
anybody so unreasonable?
I think Daddy's right.
Who asked you?
Man, if I turn them down
after they voted me in,
the Tarantulas will
all call me a turkey.
Oh, don't worry about what
the Tarantulas think, Willis.
I know a lot of other people
who think you're a turkey.
That's my move, Abraham.
Now here's your move.
You beat me again!
You sure you're not cheating?
Isn't Willis home yet? I need to
borrow his gym bag for my ballet class.
What's the matter with yours?
It's too new. For ballet
class you've got to look funky.
Why don't you go looking like you
do when you get up in the morning?
You could out-funk
Grizzly Adams.
Thanks, Arnold. I'll
just ask Willis later.
I was just kidding.
Just kidding.
Maybe it's in the closet with a
poster of that favorite team of his...
The Dallas Cowgirls.
Just let me know if you find it.
Oh, dear, let's see.
Let's see. Gym bag, gym bag.
Glad I took the bowling
ball off the top shelf.
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Uh-oh.
What are you
doing? Spying on me?
No, Willis, I swear.
Kimberly wanted to borrow
your bag, and I was
just cleaning it out.
- Does she know
about my jacket?
- No, just me.
Don't you ever
touch my stuff again.
Willis, you joined that
club after Dad said not to.
So? So why do you wanna hang
around with crummy guys like that for?
Your brain must be
having a meltdown.
- It's none of your business.
- It is too my business.
'Cause if Dad finds out, he may
ground you for the rest of your life.
Which means you won't have any dates,
which means you'll never get married,
which means I'll never
have this room to myself!
So don't tell me it's
none of my business.
Well, Dad's not gonna find out.
I'm sure not gonna tell him,
and I know you won't fink
on your own brother, right?
Fist, I hear you talkin'.
Come on, Arnold.
Listen, little brother, Dad's got
it all wrong about the Tarantulas.
They aren't bad guys. They even
lent me 30 bucks to buy this jacket.
Then they must have
sold those radial tires.
See, Arnold? You got the same
wrong impression as Dad does.
You've gotta remember, Dad's
from a different world than us.
We're from the streets, he comes from a
world of rich people who've got everything,
like limousines, servants,
monogrammed towels.
We had monogrammed
towels back in Harlem.
- No, we didn't, Arnold.
- Sure we did.
They said: "Property
of The Lenox Hotel."
Well, anyway, Arnold,
Dad doesn't think like us.
He thinks if you got a suit and tie
on and your hair combed, you're cool.
You know what a guy
dressed like that means to us.
Yeah... he's dead
and laying in his coffin.
No. Dad thinks dressing
like the Tarantulas
and horsing around
makes them a gang. Get it?
I think so, Willis.
You mean Dad doesn't understand
about street people who've had it rough.
Right. His idea of rough is
using cheap gas in the limousine.
So if I join the Tarantulas, it's really
not doing anything wrong. You dig?
I guess you're right, Willis.
Trust me, Arnold. I'd
never steer you wrong.
Since Dad doesn't
understand, about me joining
the Tarantulas, let's
not say anything.
And hey, maybe I'll get them
to let you join someday too.
Me, a Tarantula?
Oh, man, I can't wait to put on
that red jacket and start Tarantulin'!
All right, Arnold. Hey, how about a
couple of peanut butter sandwiches?
Hey, great idea. Let's
make a couple for you too.
You put this jacket away for me
and I'll go make 'em. I'll be right back.
Mmm. Look at that jacket.
Yeah.
Handsome is as handsome does!
Don't nobody touch me!
I'm red-hot, ready to go!
Arnold, have you seen my...
Hi, Dad.
Have I seen your what?
Where did that jacket come from?
What jacket?
He joined that gang.
That's Willis's jacket, isn't it?
Willis who?
Arnold!
Oh, no... Oh, this... Oh!
This isn't Willis's jacket.
Um, I'm wearing
this for a school play.
Um, Little Red Riding Hood.
I play the big bad tarantula.
Let me have that.
Can I say something
before you get mad?
I am past mad. I'm up to
furious. Let me have that.
See, Dad, you don't
understand about street people.
You come from a world where
you use cheap gas in your limousine.
Just 'cause you like
people dressed for a coffin...
doesn't mean that they can't
have monogrammed towels.
Arnold, if you're trying
to confuse me, it worked.
Now, give me
that jacket. Yes, sir.
If you say anything to
Willis, he'll think I squealed.
I'm sorry, but your brother
is going to be punished.
Well, can't you punish
him without saying why?
- How would I do that?
- Write him a note grounding him
and sign it "Anonymous."
I'll clean out my gym bag and
give it to you later. Thanks, Willis.
Willis, I'd like to talk
to you. Sure, Dad.
How did the Tarantulas take it
when you told them you wouldn't join?
Oh. How did they take it, Dad?
Hard, Dad.
Real hard.
I see. And tell me,
when you told them...
Hi, Dad. Hi,
Willis. Hi, Kimberly.
Willis, you lied to me.
Oh, Willis.
I should've known a
nerd like you would blab.
I'm not the nerd. Dad is!
I mean, I didn't blab. He
caught me wearing the jacket.
Don't take it out on Arnold
because you disobeyed me.
But, Dad, you don't
understand... Yes, I do.
I want you to take this
jacket back and quit that gang.
I can't do that, Dad. I already
promised I'd be one of them.
Well, you're pretty good
at breaking promises.
He's got you there, Willis.
And for disobeying
me, except for school,
you will not go out of
this house for a week.
A week? You want
to try for a month?
Oh, come on... How about a year?
Quit while you're
behind, Willis.
I am very disappointed
in you, Willis.
I'm glad you're not going to be one
of them. Those guys are nowhere.
I'm sorry, but it really
wasn't my fault, big brother.
Arnold, from now on you
don't have a big brother.
What do you mean?
I'm erasing you from my
mind forever, you squealer.
Squealer?
Hi, Willis.
What you reading?
Can I get you anything?
Did you know your
pants are on fire?
Come on, Willis. Won't
you please talk to me?
You haven't said a word all day.
That's weird.
I keep hearing this
annoying little voice.
Abraham, have
you learned to talk?
Okay, Willis, don't talk to me.
I can have a better
conversation with myself.
Hi, Willis. How are you?
Fine, Arnold. You're
looking extremely cool today.
Give me five.
I'm proud to be your brother.
And now back to Arnold.
Shut up, Arnold.
Oh, thanks for
talking to me, Willis.
Because of you all the Tarantulas
came down today and made fun of me.
I'm ashamed to be seen.
Man, Willis, I'm sorry.
I wish there was something I
could do to make you feel better.
- Oh, you can.
- What? Anything! Tell me!
Make like a bee and buzz off.
You know, you're
really mean, Willis.
You're the kind of guy that
sends calendars to a man in prison.
[Doorbell Chimes]
Hello. I'm Mr. Clark,
Jimmy's father.
- Is Willis home? I've got to talk to him.
- Willis?
Yes. He and Jimmy
belong to the Tarantulas,
and I'm afraid there's
going to be trouble.
- Trouble?
- Yeah... I-Is Willis home?
Uh, no. See, he isn't here.
He's away at summer camp.
In April?
Well, it takes him a
while to set up his tent.
Please, young man. It's
urgent that I speak to Willis.
I have to speak to him.
It's important. I'm Willis.
What's going on?
Thank goodness.
Willis, I'm Jimmy
Clark's father.
I heard him say you were in the Tarantulas,
and none of his other friends are home.
- What's the problem?
- What is this D-Day
the Tarantulas have planned?
D-Day?
What's that?
Uh, Willis, when the
Tarantulas were here...
Shut up, Arnold.
Wait now, Willis. Please.
A friend of mine on the
police force tipped me off...
that they're expecting
trouble from the Tarantulas.
And I found a receipt in Jimmy's
room for two dozen cans of spray paint.
Well, uh, maybe he
was gonna paint his bike.
Sure, or the Brooklyn Bridge.
Arnold, stay out of this. Look.
I know what gangs
do with spray paint.
Willis, are you sure you don't
know anything about this D-Day?
I'm sorry I can't
help you, Mr. Clark.
[Sighs] All right.
I just hope I can find
them before it's too late.
Willis, what'd you
do... Sprain your brain?
How come you didn't
tell him about D-Day?
Because I'm not a squealer.
Willis, if the
police are involved,
I'm sure the Tarantulas
aren't throwing a pajama party.
So what? They're
still my friends.
Willis, where you going? You're
not going to join them again, are you?
That's none of your business.
You can't go out.
You're grounded.
Arnold, you just
keep your mouth shut.
I'll be back before
Dad gets home.
You better be.
If Dad comes home
and you're not here,
he's going to take away
your breathing privileges.
Oh, hi, Arnold. Ballet
class was just terrific today.
I'd better get
Willis back his bag.
No, wait! Wait!
Don't go up there!
Why not? He's taking a bath!
In the afternoon? How come?
He got a new rubber duck
and he wanted to try it out.
[Phone Rings]
- Hello!
- Arnold, it's me.
Me who? Willis.
Oh. Hi, Willis.
Willis? Since when do we
have a phone in the bathtub?
Listen very carefully, because
I only get one phone call.
Why? Are you in jail?
Yes, Arnold, I'm in jail.
What you talkin' about, Willis?
Arnold, I really am.
Man, what are you doing
in jail? Willis is in jail?
Willis, this is Kimberly.
What's happened?
I've been arrested.
Oh, Willis. Well, what happened?
The police caught
Willis with the Tarantulas.
Oh, man. Dad
better not find out,
because if the cops
don't fry Willis, Dad will.
Will you guys stop worrying?
We're gonna beat this rap.
We're kids. What
can they do to us?
Maybe a couple of months
in juvenile hall. Who cares?
I care.
Man, is my dad gonna come down
on me. My dad is gonna kill me.
My dad's gonna come down
on me and he's gonna kill me,
and then he's really
gonna get tough.
They're just trying to throw a
scare into us. They can't put us in jail.
Lenny, what do you call this?
A Christian Science
reading room?
All right, you kids.
I want you to give me the names of
the rest of your gang that got away.
Now, if you cooperate,
I'll reduce the charge.
Oh, so that's the way
it's gonna be, huh?
You can just sit in
here till it's sett... Yo!
You! Look at me
when I talk to you.
- Don't I know you?
- Who, me?
Oh, no. You must have got me
mixed up with somebody else.
No, I'm sure I've
seen you before.
Well, a lot of people say I
look like Billy Dee Williams.
Willis! Are you all right?
Are they going to
send you up the river?
That's it!
This kid is your brother,
and that's your sister.
[Chuckles]
How's old Chubby Cheeks, huh?
Remember me? Sergeant Morrison?
You and your brother helped
me catch a mugger that time.
How could I forget? You pinched my
cheeks so hard, you dented my face.
One more time.
Here it comes...
Police brutality.
Oh, I love them cheeks.
Let my brother go over the wall,
and you can pinch 'em all you want.
Willis, how did you get mixed up with
this bunch? And why won't you cooperate?
Because I'm no squealer.
Oh, Sergeant Morrison,
please let my brother go.
I brought bail money... $12.58.
And if that's not enough, I'll
sign an I.O.U. up to three dollars.
Well, Arnold, it's more
complicated than that.
Willis and these kids got caught
spray-painting words
all over the school walls.
That couldn't be Willis.
He can hardly spell.
Let him out.
Never mind. I'll
be safer in this cell.
Hello, Sergeant Morrison.
Uh, Mr. Drummond.
So you squealed on
me again, huh, Arnold?
No, he didn't, Willis.
I phoned Daddy and left
a message with his office.
What she did was right.
She was worried about you.
Willis, never in my
worst nightmare...
did I dream I'd come
here to visit you.
I just can't believe this.
Graffiti all over
the school wall.
Trashing the principal's office.
I, uh, offered to
reduce the charge...
if they gave me the names
of the rest of the gang.
You want us to
cop a plea? No way.
Nobody's saying
nothing about nobody.
Willis, you're in
enough trouble already.
- You'd better tell the sergeant
what he wants to know.
- I can't, Dad.
I'll tell you.
You shut up, Jimmy! No, Lenny.
I better do some
talking for all our sakes.
Right on!
Spill your guts, jailbird!
You butt out, you little squirt!
You can't scare us!
Clark, come on out, kid.
We can talk about
this in another room.
Mr. Drummond, Willis didn't
have anything to do with this.
- What do you mean?
- He just came down to
the school to try to stop us.
But we wouldn't listen to him.
- Is that the truth, Willis?
- Yeah.
Good for you, Willis!
Let him out of there!
Come on, Willis.
Willis, why didn't you tell
that to Sergeant Morrison?
Because copping out is
just as bad as squealing.
Willis, the jails are full of
guys who wouldn't squeal.
I guess we'll be
going, Sergeant.
Jimmy, I want to thank you for
being so honest and courageous.
Yeah. Thanks, Jimmy,
man. That's okay.
But I wish you had squealed on
me. You'd have saved my neck.
If I had to do it again, I'd
squeal on you right away.
Willis, stopping somebody from
getting into trouble is not squealing.
That's doing them a favor.
That code of honor among
thieves, that's just a bunch of bunk.
I'm sorry I didn't
listen to you, Dad.
And I'm sorry I gave you
such a rough time, Arnold.
Man, it's sure feels
good to be out of that cell.
I'm real proud of you, Willis.
My brother, the ex-con.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the beat of just one drum ♪
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some ♪
♪ A man is born He's
a man of means ♪
♪ Then along come two They
got nothin' but their jeans ♪
♪ But they got
diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes to
move the world Yes, it does ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes
to move the world ♪
♪ Mmm ♪♪
to the beat of just one drum ♪
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some ♪
♪ A man is born He's
a man of means ♪
♪ Then along come two They
got nothin' but their jeans ♪
♪ But they got
diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes
to move the world ♪
♪ Everybody's got a
special kind of story ♪
♪ Everybody finds
a way to shine ♪
♪ It don't matter that you
got not a lot, so what ♪
♪ They'll have theirs and you'll
have yours and I'll have mine ♪
♪ And together we'll
be fine 'cause it takes ♪
♪ Diff'rent strokes to move
the world Yes, it does ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes
to move the world ♪♪
Come on, Arnold, that's
no word. What's "A-D-D-A"?
You never heard of "adda"?
What does it mean?
Use "adda" in a sentence.
Get "adda" here.
Arnold, try spelling
this... [Blows Raspberry]
Hello.
Hi, Willis. Where you
been? Playing basketball?
No, Arnold, this is an
orange with a gland condition.
- There was
a telephone call for you.
- Who from?
Some guy named Lenny. He said that
the Tarantulas are coming over to see you.
They are? Oh, man! I
hope they tell me I'm in!
- Who are the Tarantulas?
- Only the coolest club
around here.
If you're not a Tarantula,
you're just a lowly creep.
Don't worry, Willis. I
like you as a lowly creep.
There's something I gotta do before
they get here. I hope they say I'm in.
Wow. He's really
excited about it.
I felt the same way when I got
accepted into my exclusive club...
The Super Dudes.
Arnold, you were the
only member of that club.
Shows you how exclusive it was.
[Doorbell Chiming]
All right. [Knocking]
All right!
You didn't have to break the door
down. Well, what have we got here?
I'd break down anything
to get to you, foxy.
What do you think you're doing?
If you don't know, I must
be doing it wrong. [Laughing]
Keep your greasy
meat hooks off my sister,
or you're asking
for a fat kneecap.
Cool it, you little
munchkin, or I'll have to
take you home and use
you for a paperweight.
Hi, Kimberly. Jimmy, what
are you doing with these guys?
Oh, that's just how us
Tarantulas fool around.
This is Lenny and Mike.
Guys, this is Willis's sister
and his brother. Arnold.
Lenny's the chief
of the Tarantulas.
Yeah, you could
say he's the big sting.
Sting? Do you end
that with a "G" or a "K"?
Didn't I see you the other day
carrying two new radial tires?
So? I found them.
Yeah, before somebody lost them.
[Whistles]
Hey, Kimberly, got a match? Aren't you
a little young to be smoking cigarettes?
Well, I'd smoke a candy
bar, but they're hard to light.
Kinda hard to light!
Don't you know that
smoking can kill you?
It can?
- [Choking, Moaning]
- Oh! Call an ambulance!
[Laughing]
These guys are about as
funny as the electric chair.
Hey, Tarantulas! Hey, Willis!
Whoa! Whoo!
Hey, Willis, we got some
good news and some bad news.
Yeah, look, Big "W," the bad news is,
you're gonna have to come up with 30 bucks.
The good news is, you need the
bread to buy a Tarantula jacket!
All right! All right! All right!
Did you hear that? I'm a
Tarantula! Isn't that great news?
That's right up there
with the bubonic plague.
He doesn't know what it
means to be a Tarantula.
It means we better
call the exterminator.
Arnold, go take a
swim in your fishbowl.
Willis, you are one lucky dude.
You joined up just in time
for D-Day. What's D-Day?
I can't tell you till the day I decide
we're gonna do it. It's my own idea.
- Yeah, even we don't
know what it is.
- But you're gonna dig it.
What are you gonna do? Go to a
pet store and rough up the puppies?
No, they'll probably find some old
lady and force her to cross the street.
Don't pay any
attention to them, Lenny.
Hey, thanks, man. I'm a
Tarantula! Don't mention it, Willis.
See you tomorrow. See you later.
Much later.
Bye-bye. [Groans]
How about that? I'm a Tarantula!
I am really surprised
at you. Those aren't
the kind of guys you
usually pal around with.
- What do you mean?
- She means they look like
the Alcatraz Glee Club.
Bunch of jerks!
- Boy, that really
makes me mad!
- What's the matter?
I thought I was going to get attacked
coming out the elevator right now.
Did Mrs. Harris from the third
floor make a pass at you again?
Three teenage punks smoking,
being loud, pushy and rude.
- Did they hurt you?
- They sure did.
They called me "gramps."
I wonder how those
jerks got into this building?
Uh, Dad, those
were just my friends.
- Your friends?
- Yeah, the Tarantulas.
- They were just fooling around.
- Yeah, you know,
playing pranks.
Like throwing you
out of a moving car.
They're one of the
clubs in the neighborhood
and they voted me
in. It's a big honor.
It is, huh? Well, I'm
just voting you out.
Say what?
Willis, I don't want you hanging
around with kids like that.
That's not a club.
That's a gang. It sure is.
But, Dad, you don't understand.
They may look tough, but it's just an act.
I'm sorry, Willis, but those
boys are trouble if I ever saw it.
And from now on I want
you to stay away from them.
Now, that's an order.
Oh, man! Talk
about unreasonable.
Kimberly, have you ever seen
anybody so unreasonable?
I think Daddy's right.
Who asked you?
Man, if I turn them down
after they voted me in,
the Tarantulas will
all call me a turkey.
Oh, don't worry about what
the Tarantulas think, Willis.
I know a lot of other people
who think you're a turkey.
That's my move, Abraham.
Now here's your move.
You beat me again!
You sure you're not cheating?
Isn't Willis home yet? I need to
borrow his gym bag for my ballet class.
What's the matter with yours?
It's too new. For ballet
class you've got to look funky.
Why don't you go looking like you
do when you get up in the morning?
You could out-funk
Grizzly Adams.
Thanks, Arnold. I'll
just ask Willis later.
I was just kidding.
Just kidding.
Maybe it's in the closet with a
poster of that favorite team of his...
The Dallas Cowgirls.
Just let me know if you find it.
Oh, dear, let's see.
Let's see. Gym bag, gym bag.
Glad I took the bowling
ball off the top shelf.
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Uh-oh.
What are you
doing? Spying on me?
No, Willis, I swear.
Kimberly wanted to borrow
your bag, and I was
just cleaning it out.
- Does she know
about my jacket?
- No, just me.
Don't you ever
touch my stuff again.
Willis, you joined that
club after Dad said not to.
So? So why do you wanna hang
around with crummy guys like that for?
Your brain must be
having a meltdown.
- It's none of your business.
- It is too my business.
'Cause if Dad finds out, he may
ground you for the rest of your life.
Which means you won't have any dates,
which means you'll never get married,
which means I'll never
have this room to myself!
So don't tell me it's
none of my business.
Well, Dad's not gonna find out.
I'm sure not gonna tell him,
and I know you won't fink
on your own brother, right?
Fist, I hear you talkin'.
Come on, Arnold.
Listen, little brother, Dad's got
it all wrong about the Tarantulas.
They aren't bad guys. They even
lent me 30 bucks to buy this jacket.
Then they must have
sold those radial tires.
See, Arnold? You got the same
wrong impression as Dad does.
You've gotta remember, Dad's
from a different world than us.
We're from the streets, he comes from a
world of rich people who've got everything,
like limousines, servants,
monogrammed towels.
We had monogrammed
towels back in Harlem.
- No, we didn't, Arnold.
- Sure we did.
They said: "Property
of The Lenox Hotel."
Well, anyway, Arnold,
Dad doesn't think like us.
He thinks if you got a suit and tie
on and your hair combed, you're cool.
You know what a guy
dressed like that means to us.
Yeah... he's dead
and laying in his coffin.
No. Dad thinks dressing
like the Tarantulas
and horsing around
makes them a gang. Get it?
I think so, Willis.
You mean Dad doesn't understand
about street people who've had it rough.
Right. His idea of rough is
using cheap gas in the limousine.
So if I join the Tarantulas, it's really
not doing anything wrong. You dig?
I guess you're right, Willis.
Trust me, Arnold. I'd
never steer you wrong.
Since Dad doesn't
understand, about me joining
the Tarantulas, let's
not say anything.
And hey, maybe I'll get them
to let you join someday too.
Me, a Tarantula?
Oh, man, I can't wait to put on
that red jacket and start Tarantulin'!
All right, Arnold. Hey, how about a
couple of peanut butter sandwiches?
Hey, great idea. Let's
make a couple for you too.
You put this jacket away for me
and I'll go make 'em. I'll be right back.
Mmm. Look at that jacket.
Yeah.
Handsome is as handsome does!
Don't nobody touch me!
I'm red-hot, ready to go!
Arnold, have you seen my...
Hi, Dad.
Have I seen your what?
Where did that jacket come from?
What jacket?
He joined that gang.
That's Willis's jacket, isn't it?
Willis who?
Arnold!
Oh, no... Oh, this... Oh!
This isn't Willis's jacket.
Um, I'm wearing
this for a school play.
Um, Little Red Riding Hood.
I play the big bad tarantula.
Let me have that.
Can I say something
before you get mad?
I am past mad. I'm up to
furious. Let me have that.
See, Dad, you don't
understand about street people.
You come from a world where
you use cheap gas in your limousine.
Just 'cause you like
people dressed for a coffin...
doesn't mean that they can't
have monogrammed towels.
Arnold, if you're trying
to confuse me, it worked.
Now, give me
that jacket. Yes, sir.
If you say anything to
Willis, he'll think I squealed.
I'm sorry, but your brother
is going to be punished.
Well, can't you punish
him without saying why?
- How would I do that?
- Write him a note grounding him
and sign it "Anonymous."
I'll clean out my gym bag and
give it to you later. Thanks, Willis.
Willis, I'd like to talk
to you. Sure, Dad.
How did the Tarantulas take it
when you told them you wouldn't join?
Oh. How did they take it, Dad?
Hard, Dad.
Real hard.
I see. And tell me,
when you told them...
Hi, Dad. Hi,
Willis. Hi, Kimberly.
Willis, you lied to me.
Oh, Willis.
I should've known a
nerd like you would blab.
I'm not the nerd. Dad is!
I mean, I didn't blab. He
caught me wearing the jacket.
Don't take it out on Arnold
because you disobeyed me.
But, Dad, you don't
understand... Yes, I do.
I want you to take this
jacket back and quit that gang.
I can't do that, Dad. I already
promised I'd be one of them.
Well, you're pretty good
at breaking promises.
He's got you there, Willis.
And for disobeying
me, except for school,
you will not go out of
this house for a week.
A week? You want
to try for a month?
Oh, come on... How about a year?
Quit while you're
behind, Willis.
I am very disappointed
in you, Willis.
I'm glad you're not going to be one
of them. Those guys are nowhere.
I'm sorry, but it really
wasn't my fault, big brother.
Arnold, from now on you
don't have a big brother.
What do you mean?
I'm erasing you from my
mind forever, you squealer.
Squealer?
Hi, Willis.
What you reading?
Can I get you anything?
Did you know your
pants are on fire?
Come on, Willis. Won't
you please talk to me?
You haven't said a word all day.
That's weird.
I keep hearing this
annoying little voice.
Abraham, have
you learned to talk?
Okay, Willis, don't talk to me.
I can have a better
conversation with myself.
Hi, Willis. How are you?
Fine, Arnold. You're
looking extremely cool today.
Give me five.
I'm proud to be your brother.
And now back to Arnold.
Shut up, Arnold.
Oh, thanks for
talking to me, Willis.
Because of you all the Tarantulas
came down today and made fun of me.
I'm ashamed to be seen.
Man, Willis, I'm sorry.
I wish there was something I
could do to make you feel better.
- Oh, you can.
- What? Anything! Tell me!
Make like a bee and buzz off.
You know, you're
really mean, Willis.
You're the kind of guy that
sends calendars to a man in prison.
[Doorbell Chimes]
Hello. I'm Mr. Clark,
Jimmy's father.
- Is Willis home? I've got to talk to him.
- Willis?
Yes. He and Jimmy
belong to the Tarantulas,
and I'm afraid there's
going to be trouble.
- Trouble?
- Yeah... I-Is Willis home?
Uh, no. See, he isn't here.
He's away at summer camp.
In April?
Well, it takes him a
while to set up his tent.
Please, young man. It's
urgent that I speak to Willis.
I have to speak to him.
It's important. I'm Willis.
What's going on?
Thank goodness.
Willis, I'm Jimmy
Clark's father.
I heard him say you were in the Tarantulas,
and none of his other friends are home.
- What's the problem?
- What is this D-Day
the Tarantulas have planned?
D-Day?
What's that?
Uh, Willis, when the
Tarantulas were here...
Shut up, Arnold.
Wait now, Willis. Please.
A friend of mine on the
police force tipped me off...
that they're expecting
trouble from the Tarantulas.
And I found a receipt in Jimmy's
room for two dozen cans of spray paint.
Well, uh, maybe he
was gonna paint his bike.
Sure, or the Brooklyn Bridge.
Arnold, stay out of this. Look.
I know what gangs
do with spray paint.
Willis, are you sure you don't
know anything about this D-Day?
I'm sorry I can't
help you, Mr. Clark.
[Sighs] All right.
I just hope I can find
them before it's too late.
Willis, what'd you
do... Sprain your brain?
How come you didn't
tell him about D-Day?
Because I'm not a squealer.
Willis, if the
police are involved,
I'm sure the Tarantulas
aren't throwing a pajama party.
So what? They're
still my friends.
Willis, where you going? You're
not going to join them again, are you?
That's none of your business.
You can't go out.
You're grounded.
Arnold, you just
keep your mouth shut.
I'll be back before
Dad gets home.
You better be.
If Dad comes home
and you're not here,
he's going to take away
your breathing privileges.
Oh, hi, Arnold. Ballet
class was just terrific today.
I'd better get
Willis back his bag.
No, wait! Wait!
Don't go up there!
Why not? He's taking a bath!
In the afternoon? How come?
He got a new rubber duck
and he wanted to try it out.
[Phone Rings]
- Hello!
- Arnold, it's me.
Me who? Willis.
Oh. Hi, Willis.
Willis? Since when do we
have a phone in the bathtub?
Listen very carefully, because
I only get one phone call.
Why? Are you in jail?
Yes, Arnold, I'm in jail.
What you talkin' about, Willis?
Arnold, I really am.
Man, what are you doing
in jail? Willis is in jail?
Willis, this is Kimberly.
What's happened?
I've been arrested.
Oh, Willis. Well, what happened?
The police caught
Willis with the Tarantulas.
Oh, man. Dad
better not find out,
because if the cops
don't fry Willis, Dad will.
Will you guys stop worrying?
We're gonna beat this rap.
We're kids. What
can they do to us?
Maybe a couple of months
in juvenile hall. Who cares?
I care.
Man, is my dad gonna come down
on me. My dad is gonna kill me.
My dad's gonna come down
on me and he's gonna kill me,
and then he's really
gonna get tough.
They're just trying to throw a
scare into us. They can't put us in jail.
Lenny, what do you call this?
A Christian Science
reading room?
All right, you kids.
I want you to give me the names of
the rest of your gang that got away.
Now, if you cooperate,
I'll reduce the charge.
Oh, so that's the way
it's gonna be, huh?
You can just sit in
here till it's sett... Yo!
You! Look at me
when I talk to you.
- Don't I know you?
- Who, me?
Oh, no. You must have got me
mixed up with somebody else.
No, I'm sure I've
seen you before.
Well, a lot of people say I
look like Billy Dee Williams.
Willis! Are you all right?
Are they going to
send you up the river?
That's it!
This kid is your brother,
and that's your sister.
[Chuckles]
How's old Chubby Cheeks, huh?
Remember me? Sergeant Morrison?
You and your brother helped
me catch a mugger that time.
How could I forget? You pinched my
cheeks so hard, you dented my face.
One more time.
Here it comes...
Police brutality.
Oh, I love them cheeks.
Let my brother go over the wall,
and you can pinch 'em all you want.
Willis, how did you get mixed up with
this bunch? And why won't you cooperate?
Because I'm no squealer.
Oh, Sergeant Morrison,
please let my brother go.
I brought bail money... $12.58.
And if that's not enough, I'll
sign an I.O.U. up to three dollars.
Well, Arnold, it's more
complicated than that.
Willis and these kids got caught
spray-painting words
all over the school walls.
That couldn't be Willis.
He can hardly spell.
Let him out.
Never mind. I'll
be safer in this cell.
Hello, Sergeant Morrison.
Uh, Mr. Drummond.
So you squealed on
me again, huh, Arnold?
No, he didn't, Willis.
I phoned Daddy and left
a message with his office.
What she did was right.
She was worried about you.
Willis, never in my
worst nightmare...
did I dream I'd come
here to visit you.
I just can't believe this.
Graffiti all over
the school wall.
Trashing the principal's office.
I, uh, offered to
reduce the charge...
if they gave me the names
of the rest of the gang.
You want us to
cop a plea? No way.
Nobody's saying
nothing about nobody.
Willis, you're in
enough trouble already.
- You'd better tell the sergeant
what he wants to know.
- I can't, Dad.
I'll tell you.
You shut up, Jimmy! No, Lenny.
I better do some
talking for all our sakes.
Right on!
Spill your guts, jailbird!
You butt out, you little squirt!
You can't scare us!
Clark, come on out, kid.
We can talk about
this in another room.
Mr. Drummond, Willis didn't
have anything to do with this.
- What do you mean?
- He just came down to
the school to try to stop us.
But we wouldn't listen to him.
- Is that the truth, Willis?
- Yeah.
Good for you, Willis!
Let him out of there!
Come on, Willis.
Willis, why didn't you tell
that to Sergeant Morrison?
Because copping out is
just as bad as squealing.
Willis, the jails are full of
guys who wouldn't squeal.
I guess we'll be
going, Sergeant.
Jimmy, I want to thank you for
being so honest and courageous.
Yeah. Thanks, Jimmy,
man. That's okay.
But I wish you had squealed on
me. You'd have saved my neck.
If I had to do it again, I'd
squeal on you right away.
Willis, stopping somebody from
getting into trouble is not squealing.
That's doing them a favor.
That code of honor among
thieves, that's just a bunch of bunk.
I'm sorry I didn't
listen to you, Dad.
And I'm sorry I gave you
such a rough time, Arnold.
Man, it's sure feels
good to be out of that cell.
I'm real proud of you, Willis.
My brother, the ex-con.
♪ Now the world don't move
to the beat of just one drum ♪
♪ What might be right for
you may not be right for some ♪
♪ A man is born He's
a man of means ♪
♪ Then along come two They
got nothin' but their jeans ♪
♪ But they got
diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes to
move the world Yes, it does ♪
♪ It takes diff'rent strokes
to move the world ♪
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