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♪ You cannot live on ♪

♪ In the past ♪

♪ Don't look back ♪

My name is Tom Warshaw.

I'm an American artist
living in Paris.

I've lived here for 30 years

with a secret
that nobody knows.

My son, Odell,
is turning 13 today.

And for his birthday,
I'm gonna tell him my secret.

I'm gonna tell him,
"You know how old movies

"when the bad guys want
to break into a safe?

"There's this one guy,
the safecracker,

"who puts his ear
up to the lock

"and listens as he dials
the combination,

"listening for what they call
in English, the tumblers.

"Because when the number
is right, there's a click,

"and he knows with the click,
he's breaking in.

"Well, in a man's life,
there's a tumbler too.

"And I think
that number is 13,

"when there's a click
and a boy breaks into manhood.

"And the safe of his life
opens up and Shazam,

there are all the riches of what a
man can hope for and hope to be."

What I want
to say to my son is,

the opposite thing happened
for me when I turned 13.

Instead of opening,
the safe locked shut on me.

Because of certain things
that happened,

I couldn't hear
the tumblers anymore.

Now that he's turning 13,
I'm hearing the tumblers again.

Maybe it's like
we're becoming men together.

♪ And if I could call back ♪

♪ All those days ♪

♪ Of yesteryear ♪

♪ I would never be old ♪

♪ Yeah, I'd never be poor ♪

♪ But, darlin' ♪

♪ Those days are gone ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Stop ♪

♪ Dreaming ♪

♪ And live on in the future ♪

♪ But, darlin' ♪

♪ Oh, no, no ♪

♪ Don't look back ♪

Once upon a time there was
a Frenchman who was not French.

No, I'm not drunk.
I'm just talkative.

Shh!

Sorry to wake you.
I'm just trying to have a discussion with my wife.

I was born in Greenwich Village,
New York City, New York,

the United States of America.

Shh!

My sto starts where
every man's story starts.

With Mom.

Sorry I'm late.

I made supper for us.

It's cold.
I'll heat it up.

No. It's okay.
It looks good.

My father had died
a year earlier of cancer.

My mom was a nurse.

She was convinced that all such
disease could be prevented

by mammoth intakes
of leafy, green vegetables.

Specifically, she believed in the
magic of the brussel sprout.

Are you gonna finish
your brussel sprouts?

I don't know, Mom.
I just started.

If you want,
I'll heat them up. No.

Fine.

She was lost
without my father.

But sometimes
I could find her.

Mmm! Mmm!

Mmm!

Mmm, mmm, mmm,
mmm, mmm!

Oh, Mom, now that's
what I call a brussel sprout.

Oh! Just melts
in your mouth.

I don't know what Brussels was
thinking letting go of these.

And sometimes
she didn't want to be found.

Eighteen.

Twenty take away two
equals eighteen.

Okay, Mom.

How was school?

Fine.

How was work?

Fine.

Want me to wash your hair?
No, thanks.

Save me some hot water,
will you?

Sometimes she cried herself
to sleep.

Sometimes she just cried.

On those nights, the only way
to reach her was through

her hatred of our president,
Richard Milhouse Nixon,

whose nickname, Tricky Dick...

It's Tricky Dick.

I am not a crook.

inspired me
to come up with

novel uses for my socks
and shirts.

Watergate, schmatergate.
That's all I have to say.

My fellow Americans,

I am not a crook.

My best friend's name
was Pappass.

He was what you used
to call "retarded."

We had a delivery boy job
together.

If you wanted
wet toilet paper delivered

to the back of your head,
we were your guys.

If I wanna exercise
my God-given freedom

to experience people
getting cut up by chainsaws

and hung on meat hooks,

I think I have the constitutional right to do so,
don't you?

We're gonna go to jail, Tommy. Pappass.

Hmm?
We're not gonna go to jail.

No?
They don't throw retards in jail.

Just stay cool
and give me the dad-face.

Okay?

Everything will be okay.
Yeah.

Two for the Texas Chainsaw
Massa-cree, please.

Two for the Texas Chainsaw
Massa-cree, please.

It's R, small-fry.

No one under 16 without
parent or guardian.

Oh, that's my parent
or guardian right there.

Enjoy the cinema.

Thank you.

Thanks!

Greenwich Village
Chainsaw Massa-cree!

Time for school.
Yeah!

Who wrote Yellow Mattress?

I.P. Nightly.

Uh, Yellow River?

I.P. Daily.

Um, French Rupture?

Oh, oh, Jacques Too Tight.

Russian Rupture?

Ivanna Kutcharakov.

Oh, don't do that!

Sorry we're late, Simone.

Sorry about that.
What do I care if you watch movies after school?

I'm not your mother.

How did you know
we were at the movies?

How do I know?

And the retarded one
still has an erection.

I love scary movies.

Psyche.
It's like a Blimpie.

Slava bogu,
it's like a Bratwurst.

You could sell it by the pound.

Come here.
You're a good boy.

Tommy, too.
Tommy wants to say his prayers.

Ah, Simone.
My first boss.

Well, at least
part of Simone, anyway.

I think this is where
my love of French began.

People love delivery boys.

And dogs loved the bike.

Hut!
Maybe we were beloved

because we took our job
so seriously.

It's Mick Jagger.

We even offered a service we
called "tenderizing the meat."

Our number one concern,
of course,

was to deliver the meat
on time.

Get back here!

Slow motion!

Delivery, Mrs. Brevoort.
Jack?

Is that you, son?
No, Mrs. Brevoort.

It's Tommy and Pappass
from Simones'.

We have your meat.

Oh, boys. Hello.

Hello.
Hello.

How much?

Um, five pounds.
69 cents a pound.

Three, four, five.
Three, four, five.

Three dollars and...
45 cents for the ground chuck.

But at this price,
Mrs. B.,

we like to refer to him
as "ground Charles."

"Ground Charles."
Oh, you're a clever boy.

And you've grown so.
How old are you now?

Thirteen.
Twelve, liar.

Thirteen in a couple weeks,
Papp-ass.

I'm 41.

Don't be in such a hurry to get old.
It's no fun.

And here's a dollar
for you.

Actually, Mrs. Brevoort,
that's a ten.

Here's a one.

A dollar for a kiss
from Thomas.

And a dollar
for a kiss from Papp-ass.

Papp-ass.

Thank you,
Mrs. Brevoort.

Good boy.

You boys need a tip?

Please.

Okay, come on now.

We buried some of
our delivery tips

outside the Women's
House of D.,

a prison for women on
10th Street and 6th Avenue,

so Pappass's dad didn't take
all of our money.

I guess we figured
it was a safe place

because the women
were already locked up.

Sometimes we just came
for the conversation

between the ladies
and their admirers down below.

You gotta bail me outta here, Daddy.
C'mon, I'm scared.

I don't know about that, mama.

Look like you're gonna have
to spend the night.

I don't have the money at hand.
This here is for skin.

You got to get me out of here!
I don't wanna argue with you.

Don't walk away from me!
I'm through!

I see your hat down there!

Eight, fifteen.

We did good today,
horn-dog.

Mm-hm.
About 40 bucks to go

and the beautiful, green lady
will be ours.

You got any more dimes
in there?

No, I'm doing quarters.

Don't be such a specialist.

Branch out into dimes, Pappass.
You might like it.

The beautiful, green lady.

Park and lock, Thomas.

Okay, good.

Go ahead.

Oh, yeah.

People are getting cheap
with the tips

or you boys went
to the movies.

Hey, haven't you heard?

Nixon says
we're in a recession.

Inflation, il embargo,
Yankees in the cellar...

Horace Clark's at second base.

Garbage strike, transit strike,
fiscal crisis.

All right.
Suburban flight,

soft rock, art rock,
All right.

All right, already!
Emerson, Lake and Palmer.

These are signs of the apocalypse,
I'm telling you.

You know why
your mother died, son?

She killed herself because
she had a retarded son.

Isn't that right?
She got hit by a car.

She walked in front of a car
because she had a retarded son.

She was drunk.

She was drunk
because her son's retarded.

She was drunk 'cause she was
married to you, you loser.

Up yours.

Up yours, too.

Up yours too, sir.

"Up yours too, sir"
and good night.

Bye-bye.

Ah, ah, ah!

Not until you can pass
the driver's test.

When you can drive,
then you can drink.

Yo.
Yo, who?

Yo mama!

Aha!

Fat ass!
Go! Come on!

Our French teacher,
Madame Chiakipet.

Monsieur Warshaw?

Oui.

Um, I don't think so.

Use "le bonheur" in a sentence
s'il vous plait.

Our soul mission in life
was to make her say

dirty words without knowing
what she was saying.

You have magnificent bonheur?

No, no, no.
Oui, oui, oui.

Sometimes we could get her to say some
pretty cool things. Le bonheur, uh--

Good time, no?
Le bonheur is happiness.

Yeah.
Oh, yeah, but--

I'm sorry.
If I may correct you.

In English, we say "hap-penis."

"Hap-penis"?

Hap-penis.

Hap-"penis".
Penis.

- "Penis"?
- Penis.

"Penis."
Penis!

Bon. Okay.
I have the "penis."

Okay.

Please, Monsieur Warshaw.

You are my best student.

Please focus.

What?

Focus.
Fuck what?

Focus!
Us?

Foc-us!
Foc-us!

Come on, come on!

Will you just focus
and give me the bonheur?

Strike one!

That was a ball!

Caught the corner!

Talk to the chalk.

Go again! Play ball!

Oh! Ball!

Strike two!

Oh, bean ball! Rule 6.08B!

"A batter is hit by a ball
he is not attempting to hit.

Take your base."

St. George leads St. Andrews
19-18. Play ball!

Time-out.

Time-out.
Time-out.

Time-out. We're gonna get
a pinch-hitter.

Pappass, get in there.
What?

Pappass is on our team.
He's gonna pinch-hit.

He's too old.

Yeah.
He goes to our school.

Pappass, show him your I. D.

All right.

St. Andrews School.

That's only because
you're retarded.

Don't use that word, Spaz.

Well, he is, Melissa.

Doesn't make it right.

All right.
Let him hit.

One more strike
and we win anyway.

I'll just throw the cheese
right by him.

Come on, Pappass!
Let's go!

Come on, Mark!
Strike out the retard!

No bagel, baby!
Look at the 'tard!

Mark, you can beat the retard!

You're standing on the plate.
Huh?

Easy out!
The plate!

You knucklehead.
You're right in front of it.

Strike him out!

Retard!

Mickey Mantle, Pappass.
Mickey Mantle.

Yeah!

Oh, no!

Run for it!

Get your balls out of my window,
you little creeps!

I'm gonna come down there and
kick all your mothers' glasses!

Maybe you guys should
get your own retard!

Two in a row!
No!

How come you go to an all-boys
school? That's for losers, man.

We like girls. We like
the girls at your school.

How about Melissa Loggia?

I saw you checkin' her out
today, Tommy.

Tommy don't like girls.

Tommy don't like girls.
He likes his own hand.

Come on, Tommy.
We all know you like her. Ah, she's flat.

Pirate's dream--
sunken chest.

Carpentry-- flat as a board and easy to screw.

I've seen bigger lumps
in oatmeal.

Whoa!

Tommy don't like girls.

30, 31, 32, 33--

Good night, Ma.

Under the bed, I felt safe
'cause I knew she was safe.

As long as I could hear
her breathing, I could breathe.

And I could draw.

Because of some
bureaucratic shenanigans

and some nonsense
in the U. S. Constitution

called the separation
of Church and State

this class will no longer
be called Bible Study.

It will be called Ethics.

Well, that's my civic duty done.
Now open your Bibles, boys, to Genesis 19:4--

Lot and his salty spouse.

"And there came two angels to Sodom
that evening--" blah, blah, blah--

"All the men of Sodom surrounded
Lot's house and demanded,

"'Where are the men
who came to you tonight?

Bring them out to us so that
we can have sex with them.'"

Now don't get too excited, boys.
The story goes straight downhill from here.

And now pitching

for the Yankees,

Mel-l-l

Stottlemyre.

The vegetation
that grew from the ground.

Question--

What was left after

Lot's house was razed, hmm?

Answer?

Lot's lot.

Anyhoo--

"But Lot's wife looked back longingly
and was turned into a pillar of salt."

Why?

Was God's soup too bland?

No.
What does salt do?

It preserves things.

It keeps things
from changing.

Salt holds on.
She looked back "longingly."

Well, surely it means that we should
not be attached to possessions

and the things
of this world, no?

Lot's wife looked back
because she missed her stuff.

And for that immature longing,

she was made into
a thing of bitterness--

a pillar of salt.

Ice cream.
"Pumping" pies.

What kind of pies?
Pumpkin.

In your sto,
you feature 109 different ice-cream flavors.

You make 'em fresh
every day.

Small balls.

How would you like it if
we said you had small balls?

What?
Small balls.

You said Melissa
was flat. Small balls?

Small balls, small balls,
small balls with a basketball.

Small balls! Small balls!

Small balls!

You gonna eat that brussel
sprout or just hypnotize it?

I don't know, Mom.

Are you all right?
Yeah.

You sure?
I'm fine.

How was school today?

Fine.
Fine?

Yeah.

My monosyllabic son.

You never talk to me anymore.
How come you don't talk to me?

I talk to you, Mom.
You don't, you know.

Mom, I-- We're talking
now, aren't we?

Don't be funny.

I feel like
a leper around you.

Mom--

Listen, I really can't go
back to that school anymore.

St. Andrew's?
What are you talking about?

We have to move.

I did something bad.
I said something,

and they hate me there.

And the girls really,
really don't like me.

What are you doing
with girls?

That's not the point, Mom. The point is,
is that we have to find another school.

Don't tell me what
the point is, Tommy.

Your scholarship is the point and
getting into a good college is the point.

Girls are beside the point.

Jesus, Tommy, what are you
trying to do to me?

I'm not trying to do anything to you, Mom.
Forget it, okay?

You tell me you're gonna piss away your scholarship
because of girls? I'm not gonna forget it.

What am I working for?
Slaving away for you every day?

Forget this!
Tommy! Where you going?

Out!
Out where?

Out, out.

Go on. Now I know why
you're just like your father.

He didn't run away,
Mom. He died.

A lot of times when
I was pissed off or upset,

I used to go to the House of "D" to count my money.

Why you checkin' out new girls when you can't
even take care of the ones you got, Andrew?

What happened, baby?
Talk to me now.

I think maybe the money was the only thing
that made me feel powerful, gave me hope.

I could change
my life with it.

Hey, kid!
Hey, you--

you with all the money!

What's with all the change?
You rob a bus?

Why don't you run over to Washington Square
Park and scope me a dime bag of weed?

No way!

Oh, I get it. You a mama's boy.
No, I'm not!

Don't worry.
I can't get down there and steal that little money.

Hey, I hear it's
crazy in there.

My mom says you got rats,

roaches, lesbianism--

Well, I guess I'm safe from the last one.
I'm in solity.

Why you buryin' money for anyway?
What are you, nine, eight, ten? What?

Thirteen... almost.

Thirteen, almost. Girls.

How'd you know?

I'm a genius. That's why I'm up here!
Now tell me--

Tell you what?
About the girls.

No way.
I don't even know you.

Well, I ain't going anywhere.
Who am I gonna tell? My pillow?

Come on. You dyin' to tell somebody.
It might as well be me.

You got a crush
on some girl.

I don't.

Just tell me.

Her name's Melissa,
and, oh, man,

she's so fine.

But I told some of the guys
that she was flat.

Flat.

How you doin'?
Yeah, you know--

Oh, you were showin' off. That's all right.
Everybody shows off sometime.

Yeah, exactly.
But I didn't mean it to be mean or anything like that.

And she heard about it,
and like all of her girlfriends came to my school

and started kicking at me and
screaming and saying I had small balls.

It's not funny.

No, it's not.

It's my uncle we're talking about.
Small, bald man, short, no hair.

I mean, personally,
I like small balls.

You do?
Yeah!

The other ones just get in the way.
Bangin' around in areas they have no business in.

So, even if you do have
small balls, good for you!

Hi.
Good for me?

Yeah. And those girls don't
hate you. What's your name?

Tommy.

Those girls like you, Tommy.
That's why they bitchin' you out.

That doesn't make any sense.

Yes, it does.
Who's your best friend?

Pappass.

What kind of name is that?

He's retarded, and Greek
on his father's side, I think.

Well, don't you give this Pappass
more shit than anybody in the world?

Yeah. I always
call him "Papp-ass."

That's cause you two
are so tight!

I guess.

And that's how girls
your age are.

If they really like you,
they treat you real bad.

The more it seems they hate you,
the more they really like you.

So I bet you this flat-chested
girl-- What's her name?

Melissa.

I say this Melissa
likes you most of all.

Now please come on
and give me that weed.

I want to teach you
something about meat.

Let me try.

Oh, that's so cool.

You keep it.
You need to study.

You sure?

For your 13th birthday.

I got more.
Don't worry.

Thanks. I can make
one of these

Delivery.

Hey, Tommy,
do you ever miss your dad?

All the time.

You want mine?
No, thanks, Pappass.

This is the longest delivery
in the history of meat!

Engaging Apollo
retro rockets, Pappass, please!

Go!
Going!

Good girl, Daphne.

And the pitch.

Lazy fly ball,
right center field...

down near the bullpen
here at Fenway.

and it's caught
right out there--

Hello.

Delivery!

Wow.

Oh.

Look at all this
great art.

Oh. It's like a museum.

Not that you've ever been
to one.

Look at the grapefruit.
I love grapefruit.

Those aren't grapefruit,
Papp-ass. Those are lemons.

It's a beautiful lemon.
I've never seen one this large.

Oh, there you are.
Sorry. I was on the phone.

Sweetheart, honey,
have you seen my purse?

Sorry.

Oh, great, thank you.

Thanks, sweetie.

Hi.

Hi.

Pirate's dream.

Shut up.
How you doing?

I'm good, I guess.
How you doing?

Um, working.
I deliver meat and stuff.

Yeah, I know. That's why
we ordered from your place.

Really?

Really?

Really?

Wow. What a view.

I'd really like to paint this sometime.
Coming through.

Can I have yours?
Sure.

Thanks.

Hey, I'm really sorry
about the, uh--

you know, the flat incident.

Carpenter's dream.
Pappass.

Don't worry about it.
I am flat.

No shit, Sherlock.

No, you're not at all.

You know,
when you turn sideways,

like, you have
a very, um--

like a very, very nice...
profile.

No tittie at all.
I've seen lemons bigger.

Pappass!

It's okay.
I really don't care.

Yeah, well, like,

me, neither.

I have small balls,
you know?

But that's good, right?

I don't know.

I have a huge penis.

You gonna go to the dance on Sunday?
No way, Jose.

Can I finish your soda?
Yeah.

Thanks.
Have as many as you want.

What dance?

Our school's hosting a dance
at your school.

Hey, Tommy, you see she
has a fridge just for sodas.

Are you gonna go
to the dance?

I'm only on
the decorations committee.

What?

Ow!

Sorry. Thought you
had something there.

Yeah, he's
the peach fuzz kid.

I shaved my ass once.

Bald as a cue ball.

What is this?

What are you doing?

Mom, I'm in the shower.

Is that my razor?
No. Yeah.

Are you shaving?
Yeah.

You don't need to shave.

Yeah, I do.

Well, then get
your own damn razor.

I found this
in your pants.

Oh, they're not mine.

Whose are they?

They're a present.

From who?
A friend.

What kind of a friend
gives a boy pornography?

I'm not a boy, Mom.

Oh, no. What are
you then, a girl?

I'm flushing this filth
down the toilet,

where it belongs.

If you want it,
you can swim after it.

Oh, shit,
the littlest pimp.

Youngblood
taking care of his lady.

Good man.
Good little man.

All right. All right.

I ain't got to worry
about no competition, do I?

No, sir.
Good. Catch you later.

Tommy, you got my weed?

No. Sorry.

You don't love me, man.

Hey, there's a dance
this Sunday.

Oh, Melissa, right.
You gonna go?

I don't have any clothes.

Why don't you take some
of that money you ain't spending

on my dime bag and get
you some pimp threads?

I don't dance.

That's too bad.
Girls like boys who dance.

Even if you can't
dance good.

A girl like a guy
who tries.

And girls like guys who play
the fool for 'em.

Solid.
According to you, lady,

girls like fools
and small balls.

So I'm pretty much covered.

I know. Have yourself
a dance strategy.

You wait out
the fast stuff.

All right? And if you can walk,
you can slow dance.

Show me.

No, not out here in public.

I don't see no public.

Come on. There's no music.

Imagine some music.

You see that pole
over there?

That pole?

Yes, that pole.

Look at the pole.
Walk toward the pole.

You want this pole.

No. No.

Don't start your hands
down at the ass.

Work your way down.

Hi, I'm Tommy.

You're very tall.

She just said
she was "pole-ish."

That's cute.

Now you put your arms
out around the pole.

Oh, u look like

Frankenstein or something.

You gonna scare the girl.
Loosen up.

There you go.

♪ Crossroads seem
to come and go ♪

♪ The gypsy flies
from coast to coast ♪

♪ Knowing many ♪

♪ Loving none ♪

♪ Bearing sorrows,
having fun ♪

♪ But back home
he'll always run ♪

♪ To sweet Melissa ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Melissa ♪

Yeah! Now I know why
you look so familiar.

I must have seen you
on Soul Train.

♪ Again the morning comes ♪

♪ Again he's on the run ♪

♪ Sunbeams shining
through his hair ♪

♪ He doesn't have a care ♪

♪ He picks up the gear
and gypsy roll on ♪

♪ Roll on ♪

♪ Crossroads ♪

♪ Will you ever let him go? ♪

Here you go, dear.

Thank you.

♪ Sleep all day
Out all night ♪

♪ I know where you're going ♪

♪ I don't think
that's acting right ♪

♪ You don't think
it's showing ♪

Holy hands of time, Batman.
I'm late.

Where are you going?
We got a besof seven going on here.

Simone's.
On a Sunday evening?

She stays open all the time
when the weather's good.

She's got gall. Gaul.

France. Gaul. Get it?
Uh-huh.

I'm punning bilingually.
That's a good one, Mom.

You think you got all your smarts from your old man,
but your mama's no dummy.

You gonna be late?
I think so.

Give us
a good-night kiss then.

Ow!

She cannot be stopped!
She can't!

You cannot stop me.

Sabbath!

Sabbath!

Sabbath!

Sabbath!

You're gonna regret this.

Come on, Reverend Duncan.

♪ When the sun comes up
on a sleepy little town ♪

♪ Down around San Antone ♪

♪ And the folks are risin'
for another day ♪

♪ Round about their homes ♪

You'd better leave room
for Jesus there, Miss Johnson.

♪ The people of the town
are strange ♪

What's up, Pappass?

♪ Well, you're talkin'
'bout China Grove ♪

♪ Whoa, ho, ho
Whoa, ho, China Grove ♪

Hi, Pappass.
Have you seen Tommy?

Tommy don't dance.

♪ Well, the preacher
and the teacher ♪

♪ Lord, they're a caution ♪

♪ They are the talk
of the town ♪

♪ When the gossip gets to
flyin' and they ain't lyin' ♪

♪ When the sun goes
fallin' down ♪

♪ They say that
the father's insane ♪

♪ And dear Missus Perkin's
a-game ♪

♪ We're talkin' 'bout
the China Grove ♪

♪ Whoa, ho, ho
Whoa, ho, China Grove ♪

Sabbath!

Sabbath!

Oh, I hate this stuff.
It's too slow.

I'm outta here.
Southern rock blows.

Where's the funk?

♪ Crossroads ♪

♪ Seem to come and go ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The gypsy flies
from coast to coast ♪

♪ Knowing many ♪

♪ Loving none ♪

♪ Bearing sorrow ♪

♪ Having fun ♪

♪ But back home
he'll always run ♪

♪ To sweet Melissa ♪

How are you?

I'm not sure I can talk
and dance at the same time.

Decorations are great.

Thanks.

Your outt is, um,
orange.

Orange.
Very orange.

And soft.

♪ And no one knows
the gypsy's name ♪

♪ No one hears
his lonely sigh ♪

♪ There are no blankets
where he lies ♪

♪ In all his deepest dreams
the gypsy flies ♪

♪ With sweet Melissa ♪

This bike smells weird.

What do you mean?

It smells like pee.

I don't smell anything.

This is where I work.

Cool.

Yeah, my boss would kill me
if she knew I was here.

This is a little public.

Come on.
I know a private place.

Yeah.

This is private.

But are these
what I think they are?

Mm-hm.
It's a meat locker.

And this is a dead sheep.

That's so gross.

It's okay.
I'll protect you.

What are you thinking?

About becoming
a vegetarian.

You cold?

No.

I think it's late.

I'll take you home.

I had a decent time.

Me, too.

I really liked
kissing you.

You lied to me.

You lied to me!

No, I didn't. Yes, you did.
You didn't go to work.

You went to the dance
dressed like a clown.

You don't do that!
I'm sorry.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

Don't. Please.

Don't lie to me ever again.
I won't.

If you make a wish and don't tell nobody,
it could come true.

Kissinger, Nixon and Agnew,
and I only got two bullets, right?

Hey, Tommy.

Hear about what happened
to Pappass?

No, I was late
this morning.

He got caught stealing
a bike, and he got fired.

I hear his dad's gonna send
him away to Willowbrook.

I haven't seen Pappass today.

He's probably scared
to come in.

What the hell I care
if he steal a bike?

He still has a job here.

You Americans
with your morality.

Pappass is a child.

This Puritanism
drives me insane.

This is your uptown delivery.

♪ Harmony and me ♪

♪ We're pretty good company ♪

♪ Looking for an island ♪

♪ In our boat upon the sea ♪

♪ Harmony
Gee, I really love you ♪

♪ And I want to love you
forever ♪

♪ And dream
of the never, never, ♪

♪ Never leaving harmony ♪

Oh, boy.

Hey, lady, lady!

Lady!

Tommy, that you?

My little man.
How was the dance?

The dance was great.
It's Pappass.

He stole this bike,
and he just keeps disappearing.

I went to try and find him,
and he's not coming home.

What bike did he steal?
It's this bike that we were saving up for.

After the dance, I took Melissa to the meat locker,
so we could be alone.

You left the Papoose.
Yeah, 'cause he had work to do.

I've been trying to catch him,
and he won't go home. It's your fault.

And he's gonna lose his job.
It's your fault!

What?

That's your buddy.
He stole that bike for you.

He knows you're going
someplace he can't go.

I'm not going anywhere.
Where am I going?

Not where you're going,
but what you're becoming.

What am I becoming?
Something he can't.

A man.

That's bullshit.

I'm not gonna take the blame
for something that Pappass did.

No, Tommy, it's not bullshit.
That's love.

That's love.

Tommy!

Pappass!

Nobody can catch us now.

Pappass,
why'd you steal it?

'Cause I'm a bad man, Tommy.

Did you steal it for me?

You wish.
You know what? Let me--

You don't think I know,
but I do. Calm down.

I know what I know,
and I know wh I don't know.

I know.

Calm down.

They took away my job,
Tommy.

So you mean to say
it was you

and not Mr. Pappass
that stole the bike.

Yes.

Well, that's not
in character.

That's not the Tom Warshaw
I know.

Why did you steal something?

I wanted it.

Oh.

Even though I know
not to covet material things,

like Lot's wife.

It's a beautiful damn bike,
though.

What would you
call that green?

Sorry, sir.

The green of the bicycle.

Al green.

Al green.

Hmm. It's
a lovely Al green.

Oh, yes.

Thanks for coming
forward, Tom.

You're suspended
for a week.

And of course, your scholarship
will come under review.

You can finish up
your classes today

and get the rest
of the assignments for the week

so you don't fall behind.

Your mother will
be very disappointed.

Yes, sir.

Les enfants,

this is a popped test.

Please focus.

Mr. Warshaw, could I have
a moment of your time, please?

You stay right here,
Mr. Pappass. Yes, sir.

We're on the horns
of a dilemma here, Mr. Warshaw.

When I met with Mr. Pappass
to reinstate him

in his custodial capacity,

I told him that you had come
forward about the bicycle theft

and were willing to accept
an appropriate punishment.

He got very agitated and told me
once again he stole the bike.

Only now he's telling me that
he stole the bicycle for you.

Pappass.

Don't talk to Mr. Pappass.
Talk to me.

Who is responsible?

I am. I stole
the bike for Tommy.

Shut up, Pappass.

I threw a lemon,
huge beautiful lemon.

As if he were
in your employ, Tommy.

A minion and you a ringleader,
he stole the bike for you?

That's right.

I was supposed to be normal,
but I didn't get enough oxygen when I was born.

Will you be quiet,
Mr. Pappass?

Theft is one thing, Tommy.

A momentary lapse in judgment, covetousness,
ultimately forgivable.

There's no oxygen
right now, either.

But this psychological usury,
this web of deceit,

this Machiavellian domination
of a weak-minded,

pitiful man goes beyond
one isolated act

and speaks to a fundamental and
frankly disturbing deficit in character.

Do you have anything to say
for yourself, Mr. Warshaw?

Pappass stole the bike
for me.

I'm profoundly disappointed
in you.

Profoundly.
You go home right now.

The school will contact
your mother

with further disciplinary
action.

Oh, man, you took three already.

Three. 18 take away 15
equals 3.

I took some sedative.

And I want to go to "bedative."

Mom.

Oh, Tommy, Tommy,

they want to take away
your scholarship.

You're gonna end up
in the gutter. You know that?

They want to expel you.

I'm not gonna wind up
in the gutter, Mom.

Without an education, you're
gonna end up in the gutter.

I'm not gonna end up in the gutter.
Don't worry. Yes, you are!

No, no.
You know why you're not?

Because we're gonna fight 'em,
and we're gonna beat 'em. Exactly.

They're not even fit to lick our boots.
We'll fight 'em.

And we'll win, Tom-ass.

Mom? What?
That's what Pappass calls you, right?

Sometimes, Mom-ass.

Very clever.

Go on now.

Quit hovering over me
like a mother hen.

You're gonna--
You're gonna smother me.

Mom!

Mom, wake up.

Mom, wake up!

Operator, my mom!
It's my mom!

Hey, Mom,
what day is it today?

I thought so.

Mom, look.
It's the 20th.

It's the 20th.
Mom.

I'm 13 today.

What is it? Tommy?

Yes, ma'am,
there's a Tommy here who wants to see Melissa.

Uh-huh, I understand. Yeah.

No, I understand completely
Mrs. Logan, really. Okay.

Sorry, kid, you can't go up.

Why not?
I don't know.

Can you ask
if Melissa can come down?

No, I can't do that, kid.
Come on, take off.

Why not?

Now, hey, I'm sorry. Listen.,

Life is long, you know?
Live it up.

How old are you anyway?
Maybe 15?

13.

13?

Ah, you'll forget her
in a week. Take off.

Who the hell are you?

Tommy, hi.

You don't remember me?

I'm Monty Bean.

And this is my wife,
Sandra Head-Bean.

Hi, Tommy.

I-I'm your mom's
second cousin.

Now, we've come down from
Toronto to take care of you...

till things settle down.

And we so love New York.

What does "settle down" mean?

Arrangements
have to be made,

e.g., the subject
of the guardian.

You're a minor.

Your mom's
not comin' back.

I thought you had this conversation with the doctor.
I did.

You didn't understand, then.
I understood.

She took too many sedatives by mistake,
so she has brain death.

She is,
"persistently vegetative."

And I'll take care
of my mom,

not you, or you-- me.

Well,

regardless,

we, Sandra and me,

will be looking after you

until it's decided
where you can be.

Have you given a thought
to military school?

Goddamn it, Pappass.

Lady!

Tommy!
Got my dime bag?

What's your name?

I like you calling me "Lady."

I want to know your real name.

Why?

Because I want to know who
to blame for ruining my life!

I want to know
your real name!

Well, what happened?

Nothing.
I just did what you said and the shit hit the fan.

I got expelled,
Melissa won't see me

and my mom-- my mom O. D.'d
because of me!

Your mom what, Tommy?

She took pills
because I got expelled.

Oh.

She's in a coma.

Well, what about your daddy?
My dad's dead!

And there's this stupid--

Those military people
in my house!

Oh!

And I don't
know what to do.

They're--

Lady, there are people
I don't know at my house!

Man!

Man, life is hard.

But you a lucky man!

Be free!

What?

Run!
Where?

Where am I gonna go?

Anywhere!

You a man!

You free! Go!

I want to wait for you.

Lady, I want
to see you.

I want to see you!

Boy, you will never see me!

Why?

You know why I'm in here, boy? No.

I murdered my husband

in his sleep
with my bare hands.

I'm a murderer!

I hate men!

And if they let me out
this bitch, I'll kill again!

I mean, if you get in my way,
I might even kill you!

I don't care.

Look, I'm not playing with you
no more, Tommy.

Run!

Get out of here!
Get away from me!

And stop looking up at me like that!
I ain't your lady!

I ain't your mama!
I can't help you!

I ain't got nothin' for you!

You wanna know my name,
little boy? Yeah!

My name is
Bernadette Odelia Glasser!

And I never want
to see you again, Tommy!

Get away from me. Run!

What's that?
Who's there?

Jack, is that you?

Oh, Jack, my son.

My beautiful boy.

Why have you
stayed away so long?

I, uh--

I was in trouble.

Trouble?

I'm in trouble.

Must you go away again, Jack?

Yeah.

It's not because
you don't love me, is it?

I was so afraid
you didn't love me.

No.

You love your mama?

Yeah, I love my mama.

Is that my money?

Oh, good.

Take the money.

Good boy.
Take the money.

Thank you, Miss--

Mama.

She's not breathing.
Get the doctor.

Okay, you've gotta give me
the dad-face one last time,

okay, Pappass?

Okay.

Otherwise, keep
your mouth shut, okay?

Okay.

How many sleeps
will you be away?

How many sleeps
till you come back here?

Not too long, Pappass.
Hmm.

Hey, who wrote
French Rapture?

I don't know.

All right.
To Paris.

You're quite young to be paying for
your own plane ticket, aren't you?

Oh, this is my dad.

You know, actually,
Dad has laryngitis

and he shouldn't
be talking at all.

It's not good
for his throat.

Mm-hm.

Um, I'm sorry, sir,

I'm gonna need to see
some identification.

Some identification?

Dad, show him your I. D.
Dad!

You know, your I. D., Dad?

I can't talk.

Right.

Look, I'm just gonna
make a phone call.

What the Sam Hill
is going on here?

Sir?
I'm not gonna be late to work because of you!

I'm sorry, sir,
I'm just doing my job.

Me, too.

See this uniform?

St. Andrews School for boys.

Assistant janitor.

I don't think you're
gonna be very happy

if I have to call the Reverend
Duncan down here to talk to you.

Who?

Reverend Duncan.

Look, um, I'm a Christian, too.

Good! Now, give the kid
his ticket!

Okay, all right.
Just, um--

Just give me a minute.

You retard!

I don't want you to take
any shit off your dad, okay?

Okay.
And, um, listen.

Stop drinking so much soda
'cause you're gonna get fat.

Yeah.

And...

if you have a problem at school,
you can talk to Duncan.

'Cause he's not
a total jackass.

And listen, if Simone--

Do good things, Tommy.

Promise me...

you do good things.

I promise.

Thomas.

Shh.

I told my wife
everything that night.

How, when I came to Paris,

I slept on the streets
for a while until I got a job

drawing for the fashion magazines
and could support myself--

that I pretty much
erased my past

and kept to myself

until I met her

and wanted to start
my own family.

I was in the habit of never telling
anybody anything about my past.

But when I was
falling in love with you,

every morning
I'd wake up and think,

"Today's the day
I'm gonna tell her,"

and every morning
I'd say nothing.

Eventually, just too much
time past and I--

I felt that
if I told you now,

you'd get
scared and disgusted

that I could lie so well,
so long, and you'd leave me.

And you didn't tell me
and I did leave you anyway.

Well, that's what we in America
like to call irony.

I talked all night,

probably more than
I'd talked to her in a year.

And when the sun came up,

it was my turn to listen.

I always know you have
an empty nest in your heart.

And I was a little afraid for Dan
and me that maybe you're cold.

Well, that's why
I'm telling you this.

So you know me.

These are just words.

You need to start over.

To New York, you go.

I can't just start over.

And yet you want us
to start over?

You need to go back, Tom.
To move ahead.

I'm scared to go back
to New York.

A man is a man only when he
can be himself wherever he is.

I want this man.

Odell needs this man.

Otherwise, this is just
a bedtime story.

I'm not gonna recognize her

from any of these mug shots,

'cause I never really got
a good look at her face.

I know she was black.
At least her hand was black.

I do know she was in prison
for murdering her husband.

No, no, that's not possible.

How do you mean?

Well, the women's
house of detention

was not maximum security.

A murderer would
never have been held there.

She told me
she murdered her husband.

Why would she lie?

To make me run.

To make me run away.

Bernadette?

Bernadette Odelia,
my name is Tom Warshaw.

Can I come in?

It's Tommy, Bernadette.
I think we may have spoken

many years ago
when I was a kid

and you were in the
women's house of detention.

Maybe you don't remember.

I just wanted you to know
that I'm alive and I--

I made it to Paris.
I have a wife and a son.

My son's name is Odell.

Odell for Odelia.

I'm gonna leave a little
present out here for ya.

Sorry, it's still
not your dime bag.

Tommy!

Lady!

You have a beautiful face.

Tommy, we did
what we had to do,

didn't we?

It's all right.

She understands.

Your poor mama.

She understands a boy have
to go away before he come back.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Run, Tommy.

I don't have to run anymore.
Lady, I can walk now.

I know you can walk.

And I know
you can nce.

But I'm saying,

this is a bad neighborhood
for a lone white boy.

Now, run.

Run! Run!

Run, Tommy!

Hey.

Sweet wheels.

Check it out.

Mmm.
You live in the neighborhood?

Yeah. Born and raised.

Maybe you can help me then.

I've been trying
to figure something out.

I've forgotten who wrote this
famous book I once read

uh, French Rupture.

Remember who wrote that?

Is that Ivanna Kutcharakov?

No. Ivanna Kutcharakov
wrote Russian Rupture.

Obviously, I. Kutchyarokov's
a Russian name.

Oh, all right.

French Rupture was
written by Jacques Tootight.

Oh, that's a French name.

Obviously.
That makes sense.

Sweet ride.
That's beautiful.

What about Chinese Rupture,
you remember who wrote that?

One Hung Lo.

That's a Chinese name.
Yeah.

Makes sense.
Yeah.

What about Open Kimono?
You remember that?

Open Kimono?
Who wrote that?

Do I look like
a library to you?

No, I was just--

Get out of here.

I was just trying to--

Come on, buddy.
Get a life.

Tommy!
Psyche.

I saved your Bible.

All the little floating balls,
I saved them.

I call it your
baseball bible.

I saved it for you.

You drew that.

You forgive me, Pappass?
Yeah.

For what?

Look at you, Tom-ass.
What?

Lo at you.

Look at me what, Papp-ass?

You have
the dad-face now.

My dad died...
a lot of sleeps ago.

Cancer ate him,
just like your dad.

Cancer is the crab
on the horoscope.

Crab dinner, $6.95,
all you can eat.

Sorry, Pappass.

It's okay, 'cause the crab
ate all the hard parts first,

the mean parts.

The parts that hate me
being retarded.

Just before he died
when he was only mostly dead,

he was so nice.

'Cause only the soft parts
were left.

He was the nicest guy
in the world.

He hugged me, and he
told me over and over,

he loved me,
he loved me, he loved me.

Pappass.

I hate seafood.

You know, Tommy,
sometimes I think the crab ate me

while I was still
in my mom's belly.

I think it ate
all my smart parts.

Do you think that's
what happened, Tommy?

No.
No?

I think you got
plenty of smart parts, Pappass.

Yeah.

Chinese takeout, ESPN,
some nice cold orange soda.

Ooh, I could get used
to a koosh joint like this.

That's more numbers
than I've ever dialed.

Who are you calling,
a girl?

Tommy's got a girlfriend!

Not a girl, Pappass,
it's a lady.

A lady.

♪ Ooh, a lady ♪

Lady! Ooh!

Mmm. Loser.

A lady.

Hey. This is your
American phone pal.

Hey, Dad!

Hello?

Remember me?

Hold on, partner.
Hey!

Hey!

Where's Odell?
Why didn't you bring him?

I much like the service
at this hotel.

Over here!
There's Odell!

Very funny, Dad.

Pappass! Slow down.
I got a passenger!

Where are you taking us?

That's for me to know
and you to find out!

Almost there!

Okay.

Well, Pappass, where are we?
If that's, uh--

That's Jefferson Market,
there. Then--

Women's House of D.

What is it, Daddy?

There used to be
a prison here, Odell.

Yes.
There used to be a courthouse and a prison.

And now, there's a library

and a beautiful garden.

Places change
like people change,

you know, like...

when you start grow,
Odell, down--

you know what
I'm talking about, right?

Yeah, for example,

I'm not retarded anymore.

Oh, really?
Really.

When did that happen?

Oh, 1984.

Sometime in the spring.

I went from retard,
to mentally handicapped.

And then, in 1987, '88,

I went from handicapped
to challenged.

I changed again.

I'm probably changing
right now, you know?

Who knows what I'll be next?

See? There's hope
for you, Dad.

Oh? There's hope for me?

Your dad loved change
more than anyone.

We had a bike riding job
together,

and we saved up
all that change.

And I took the change,
and I threw it in the river.

And I made a wish
that there was no change,

but the change made
everything change.

And this is the place
where we buried our change.

"Boner."

Two days in America
and your accent is horrible.

No"boner." Bonheur.

Bone-er.

Bonheur.
Boner.

Bonheur!

Boner.
Boner, yeah.

Yeah, boner.

You talk funny.
Where are you from?

They're from Paris.

♪ As around the sun ♪

♪ The earth
knows she's revolving ♪

Happy birthday, Odell.

♪ And the rosebuds
know to bloom in early May ♪

So, this is how you and Pappass
used to ride around?

Uh, sort of.

Not exactly.

Not at all.
I was the one doing all the pedaling.

♪ Until the rainbow burns
the stars out in the sky ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the ocean
covers every mountain high ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the dolphin flies
and parrots live at sea ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until we dream of life
and life becomes a dream ♪

♪ Did you know that true love
asks for nothing♪

♪ Her acceptance is
the way we pay ♪

♪ Did you know that life
has given love a guarantee ♪

♪ To last through forever
and another day ♪

♪ Just as time knew to move on
since the beginning ♪

♪ And the seasons know exactly
when to change ♪

♪ Just as kindness
knows no shame ♪

♪ Know through all
your joy and pain ♪

♪ That I'll be
loving you always ♪

♪ As today I know
I'm living but tomorrow ♪

♪ Could make me the past
but that I mustn't fear ♪

♪ For I'll know
deep in my mind ♪

♪ The love of me
I've left behind ♪

♪ Cause I'll be
loving you always ♪

♪ Until the day is night
and night becomes the day ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the trees and seas
just up and fly away ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the day ♪

♪ That eight times eight
times eight is four ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the day that is the day
that are no more ♪

♪ Did you know you're loved
by somebody? ♪

♪ Until the day the earth
starts turning right to left ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the earth just
for the sun denies itself ♪

♪ I'll be loving you forever ♪ ♪ Until dear
Mother Nature says her work is through ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the day that you are me
and I am you ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the rainbow burns
the stars out in the sky ♪

♪ Until the ocean
covers every mountain high ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ We all know ♪

♪ Sometimes life
hands you trouble ♪

♪ Can make you
wish you were born ♪

♪ In another
time and space ♪

♪ But you can
bet your lifetimes ♪

♪ That, and twice
it's double ♪

♪ That God knew exactly where
he wanted you to be placed ♪

♪ So make sure when you say
you're in it but not of it ♪

♪ You're not helping
to make this earth a place ♪

♪ Sometimes called Hell ♪

♪ Change your words
into truth ♪

♪ And then change
that truth into love ♪

♪ Maybe our children's grandchildren
and their great-great grandchildren ♪

♪ Will tell ♪
♪ I'll be loving you ♪

♪ Until the rainbow burns
the stars out in the sky ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

♪ Until the ocean
covers every mountain high ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

♪ Until the day that is
the day that are no more ♪

♪ Always ♪

♪ Until the day the earth
starts turning right to left ♪

♪ Until the earth just for the
sun denies herself ♪ ♪ Always ♪

♪ Until dear Mother Nature
says her work is through ♪

♪ Until the day
that you are me and I am you ♪

♪ Until the rainbow burns
the stars out in the sky ♪

♪ Until the ocean covers
every mountain high ♪

♪ Until the dolphin flies
and parrots live at sea ♪

♪ Until we dream of life
and life becomes a dream ♪

♪ Until the day is night
and night becomes the day ♪

♪ Until the day that is
the day that are no more ♪

♪ Until the earth just
for the sun denies herself ♪

♪ Until dear Mother Nature
says her work is through ♪