Original subtitles

(upbeat electronic music)

(lighthearted orchestral music)

What are you trying to do, Walter?

Nothing tricky, dear.

Just husband and wife stuff.

Oh, you make me feel so used.

Why can't you do what considerate husbands do?

What do considerate husbands do?

They jog.

I'm 41 years old, Vivian.

Who knows when the magic will leave my body,

then will be the time to start jogging.

You have no right to force me, Walter.

The Bible says, woe unto the wife who turneth her back

on a horny spouse.

The Bible doesn't say that, Walter.

It did a long time ago.

It was edited out by a lesbian translator.

Vivian, I want you.

Walter, you're scaring me!

Nothing to be afraid of, sweet baby.

It's just an old friend coming for a visit.

Open the door.

Walter!

I said open the door!

Would you get off?

Buenos dias, Bianca.

Buenos dias, Senora Whitney.

(speaks foreign language)

Gracias.

Who the hell was that?

That was Bianca, the new housekeeper.

New housekeeper, where's Estelle?

Walter, I had to fire her.

But I liked her.

She kept forgetting her place.

Bianca just arrived from Guatemala.

Everyone's importing them from Central America these days.

They don't resent being treated like servants.

Why don't you import a husband

who doesn't mind being treated like a servant!

That's what I feel like, like I don't really belong.

Walter, you know how uncomfortable I get

when you just barge into the bathroom.

What are you ashamed of Vivian?

What is there to see that I haven't already seen?

Whether you want to admit it or not,

I've seen you naked, Vivian.

I've even laid you, Vivian.

Must you use that language in the bedroom, Walter?

This is not some cheap bar!

I could get more action in a cheap bar

than I get here!

(groaning)

Good morning, Mother.

Good morning, darling.

Mwah.

Morning, Walter.

Mary Ann.

Mother, is it alright if I go shopping this morning?

Of course, darling, as long as you're home by 6:00.

Shopping, you don't need new clothes.

Walter says I don't need any new clothes.

Of course you do, darling.

I'll talk with him later.

You committed a moral crime this morning!

Vivian!

That's why we're having all this trouble

in the country today.

We're a nation of sex-starved, frustrated men,

so we jog and vote for the death penalty!

I was shocked, Walter.

Shocked.

I did not try to rape my wife

in front of the housekeeper, Nelson.

Whatever my faults, I don't lack a sense

of the theatrical.

I majored in theater arts.

Now if I try to rape the housekeeper in front of my wide,

that's drama.

[Nelson] My daughter was in tears when she called me.

She had no right to call you.

Vivian's concern is your career, Walter.

Her upbringing has stressed the importance of that career.

Beware the wife who places the bed ahead of the office.

I've seen a dozen careers ruined

because of sexually aggressive wives.

A wise man can always make discrete arrangements.

I'm not the type of man who goes out cheating, Nelson.

Not cheating, Walter.

Not cheating.

Think of it as easing the pressures on someone you love.

You're a lucky man, Walter.

Then why don't I feel lucky?

Vivian, Mary Ann.

There's something wrong, Nelson.

I feel like I've blown up a beautiful balloon,

but I'm on the inside.

I'm lonely.

Learn to trust unhappiness, Walter.

You and I have shared many secrets.

I'll share today's secret by forgetting it.

Go throw yourself into your work.

I've never seen a happily married executive

that was worth a damn.

Thank you.

Hold on please, I'll see if he's in.

Oh, Mr. Whitney, there's a young man at reception

who wants to see you.

A Roger Porter.

I don't know a Roger Porter.

Mr. Whitney, he says to tell you

he's Lorraine Porter's son.

(dramatic music)

Have him sent up.

Lorraine Porter's son.

Lorraine.

Lorraine Porter.

(buzzing)

Yeah.

[Secretary] Mr. Whitney, he's here.

Have him come in.

Lorraine Porter's son?

Yeah.

Yeah, this is cool.

Nothing ratty-tatty about this place.

And that's the way it should be up here

where the hog is fat.

No meat scraps.

We're talking T-bone steak here, huh?

(bell rings)

And man, you're it, huh?

The big ace in the card deck.

Mmm-whee!

I'm sure glad our zodiac signs crossed.

It's like my horoscope said,

Capricorn, baby, consolidate your financial future today.

Here I was, thinking I was just another little

poor black orphan boy going to freeze

in the cold white world.

Lorraine...

Your mother's dead?

Gone.

Oh, I can't tell you how sorry...

I'm truly and deeply sorry.

(scoffs) Uh huh.

She was a very special person.

A dear friend.

Uh huh.

What about your father?

Oh, Mom never got married.

You know it is with us colored folks.

We ain't much for marrying.

What the hell kind of thing is that to say?

You don't talk that way about your mother.

Of course not being married didn't make my mother

less of a woman.

It just made my father less of a man.

I don't like you, Mr. Porter.

I've tolerated your incredible display

of bad manners because your mother and I were friends.

Dear friends.

Someone I knew very well.

No, you lived with her.

But you didn't know her.

Come on, let's lay it on each other straight.

Let's tell it like it was.

I don't believe it.

Lorraine was a lovely person.

Intelligent, cultured...

It's just too much of a shock for me

to accept you as her son.

Well, if that's too much of a shock for you,

you're liable to go into a coma when you get behind this.

Hi, Daddy.

(upbeat electronic music)

Hey!

Your son?

There's things about me I never told you, Victor.

And you're my dearest friend.

I guess that's how we keep our dearest friends.

By only telling them the things that make us dear to them.

You didn't know about Lorraine,

or about me changing my name.

Changing your name?

From Weisenthal to Whitney.

Weisenthal.

What sort of name is that?

It's Jewish.

(breathes deeply)

You better have a drag.

You'll feel better.

It's too late.

Too late!

Oh come off it, you're not in that kind of trouble.

I'm Jewish, my son is black, and my lawyer smokes pot.

Don't tell me I'm not in trouble.

Hey, it makes me feel better

and does not affect my judgment.

I delivered the valedictorian speech

at Harvard completely stoned!

Okay, okay!

Get me out of this spot, Victor, and I'll keep you

in grass the rest of your life.

You provide the facts,

I'll provide the solution.

Now who knows you changed your name?

Just Vivian and her father.

It was his idea.

And who knows about Lorraine?

Just Vivian's father.

After I got out of the Army, I went to Northwestern.

I met Lorraine in my sophomore year.

We lived together almost three years.

After I graduated, I came here to Unilectron

as a copywriter.

It was gonna be temporary until I made enough

so that we could get married.

Married?

Oh, yeah.

The only problem was, I made an instant smashing success.

I was kidding around one day, and I came up

with this idea for fun, the biggest lie I could think of.

Unilectron, the Company That Puts People Ahead Of Profit.

Was that yours?

Yeah.

That's a biggie.

Two weeks later, I was a junior executive.

And then, like everything else, Vivian's father

found out about Lorraine.

Oh no.

[Walter] Oh yeah.

What'd he do?

He had a father-to-son talk with me.

No, it was more like the Pope

talking to a parish priest.

Someday you will sit in this chair, Walter.

[Walter] He promised the priest the Vatican.

I'm only showing the concern your mother and father

would show if they were alive.

[Walter] He slipped on my parent's ghosts

like you would an overcoat.

As your mistress, yes.

But not marriage.

[Walter] He moralized.

She would never be accepted by the right people.

[Walter] The fear of the unknown.

As the wife of a plumber, a garage mechanic,

an elevator operator, fine.

[Walter] A veiled threat to my future employment.

We wouldn't want to lose you.

[Walter] A direct threat.

I am not a bigot.

[Walter] He believed.

But I am a realist.

[Walter] From that day I've never known the difference

between those words.

I am your friend.

[Walter] He insisted.

There might be a child.

The image we leave of ourselves on this earth after death.

Think about that, Walter.

[Walter] I said nothing.

You're in love,

but not for the last time.

That's what makes man superior.

He can love, forget, then love again.

Write to her.

Tell her that getting married at the moment

would not be practical.

She'll understand.

They're a very understanding people.

[Walter] I wrote the letter.

She never answered.

After she died, Roger found all the letters I'd written.

How could a dude write all these pretty words?

Just dripping with honey!

Man, they could make a nun pack a suitcase

and blow the convent.

I think you showed damn little respect

for your mother by reading these letters.

Not as little as you showed by writing them, Dad.

And stop calling me Dad.

Who told you that I'm, that we're related?

After I found the letters I asked Aunt Clara.

You remember Mom's sister, Aunt Clara.

Yeah, I remember Aunt Clara.

Well, Mom went to stay with Aunt Clara when she got...

that way.

And you know Aunt Clara would never lie,

not with her husband being a preacher, the highest...

Okay, okay.

I won't argue the fact that you're my son.

You're a good sport, Dad.

This is a moment that calls for total honesty.

Nothing but the truth.

We both agree that this is a delicate situation.

I think we would both agree to keep

this delicate news to ourselves.

Oh, you mean now we found each other

we're not going to tell anyone?

Who would we tell?

Well, I guess first your wife.

(cheerful classical music)

Stop following me.

Isn't a son supposed to follow in his dad's footsteps?

Why are we walking by the ocean anyhow?

In case I decide to throw myself in.

When do we go home and tell the family about me?

Do you really expect to come and live with us?

Are you ashamed of me, Dad?

And stop calling me Dad!

Well, what am I supposed to call you?

Well, I don't know.

Whitey.

Honky.

Mr. Charlie.

Anything, but not Dad!

Not right now.

It's something I'm gonna have to get used to.

Slowly.

If ever.

Good morning, Whitey!

Hi there, Honky.

No, that's no way for a boy to talk to his father.

It sounds disrespectful.

And whatever else I may feel, I respect you.

Mr. Charlie.

It has a certain dignity.

Makes me still feel like your son, flesh of your flesh,

blood of your blood.

Mistake of my mistakes.

You'll feel different after adopt me.

Adopt you?

Yeah, I'm 17.

It's time I became legal.

No way, no how.

I know I'm not everything you want in a son.

That's a keen observation.

We'll become buddies.

We'll go to games.

We'll go fishing and hiking.

We'll wrestle on the floor together

We'll become pals.

You can teach me how to build a model airplane.

I'll show you how to pick a lock.

You take me to a Chamber of Commerce meeting.

I'll take you to a third-world liberation meeting.

Why are you doing this to me, God?

There's this boy who claims to be your son.

He is my son.

I think a judge is better qualified to make that decision.

I can't deny it.

Not because he's my son but because Lorraine was his mother.

I loved her, but I really can't remember

what she looked like.

We used to laugh a lot,

but I can't remember what about.

There were so many moments.

It was so long ago.

Oh God.

To be young again

with a lover that says yes.

Well unfortunately, you're in San Marino

with a wife who says no.

Now, you may not love Vivian,

but a husband owes his wife some loyalty.

Well, what does a father owe his son?

You know what I mean.

Vivian, my wife, all those women.

They're social animals whose jungle ends at the city limits.

Now, you want to toss those tigers this kind of raw meat?

That's it.

That's the answer.

They're animals.

Don't appeal to their intellect.

Appeal to their instinct!

Their instinct is to kill.

Their basic instinct is to kill.

What about their baser instincts?

Envy, ego, false pride?

What are you talking about?

Let Vivian adopt without ever knowing.

Let it be her victory, not my defeat.

Take in a colored orphan for the summer?

It's an experimental program

to show underprivileged kids a better way of life.

But if they see a better way of life,

they're gonna want it permanently.

Why give them false hope?

It seems so cruel

No more cruel than busing.

And you accepted that.

Only because it didn't affect Mary Ann.

Oh, Walter why us?

Why must you get us involved in this?

We owe it to them, Vivian.

When will we stop owing?

They already have welfare, low rent housing,

special job programs,

and four of their own television series.

When will we stop owing and be even?

Vivian, it's just for the summer vacation.

We'll be the only family in San Marino to have one.

That's what disturbs me.

Disturbs you?

Cynthia Robbins will be so green with envy

She'll probably go out and adopt one.

That's true, isn't it?

What about Gloria Pitcan, and Elizabeth Webner?

You think they'll let you and Cynthia

get a step ahead of them?

Even if they all go out and adopt colored orphans

for the summer.

It won't diminish the fact that you did it first.

Like the heart transplant.

No matter how many doctors do it afterwards,

it's always Dr. Christian Barnard who will take the credit.

You'll be the Christian Barnard of compassion.

You can even start an organization.

Call it Human Transplant.

To take people with no hope and give them new life.

Human Transplant. ah.

I'll bring him over and you can see for yourself

what a fine boy he is.

He could sleep in your workshop in the garage

until we decide.

Just in case it doesn't work out.

Good idea.

It's easier to ask someone to leave your garage

than it is your home.

I just don't dig it, Mr. Charlie.

I mean, the way you're getting me to be family,

this whole adoption bit.

Me sleeping in the garage.

I told you, it's just temporary.

Well it just don't seem right,

making believe I'm an orphan.

You are an orphan.

No, I ain't.

I got a daddy.

Don't I, Mr. Charlie?

Get your feet off the seat.

This is a Rolls Royce, not a bus.

Hey, will I get the Rolls when you die?

It belongs to the company.

It will probably go to Mary Ann.

Oh, you like Mary Ann more than you like me.

Far, far more, and I'm not very fond of her.

Will you stop playing with that telephone?

Are you going to high school, Roger?

Uh-uh.

When did you leave?

About a year ago.

Have you ever thought of going back and graduating?

Don't need to.

You don't need to, huh?

How far are you gonna get with an attitude like that?

I'll make out.

You'll make out.

You know where you'll make out without a diploma?

On the unemployment line.

I mean, outside of waiting for me to die,

you have no future.

Stop playing with the glove compartment.

You belong to a golf club, don't you?

What about my golf club?

Well, I can join it, can't I?

Only as a caddy.

Oh, you mean they don't have no black members.

None.

Makes you proud, doesn't it, Mr. Charlie?

What makes me proud?

That the first black to join the club will be your son?

(horn honking)

Do I have to wear these square clothes?

Yes, you have to wear them.

Why, if the brothers ever saw me,

they'll think I sold out.

Relax Roger.

There are no brothers in San Marino.

(upbeat classical music)

Mmm-mm!

So this is going to be my new home?

All right.

Just the garage.

(upbeat classical music)

I said, just the garage.

So this is Roger.

Mr. Whitney has told me so much about you.

Welcome to our home, Roger.

Thank you, ma'am.

It's an honor.

My, what a fine looking boy.

You were right, Walter.

I was worried over nothing.

You're just in time for dinner

Walter, will you tell Mary Ann that we're expecting her?

Roger?

We're having chicken for dinner.

I just love chicken, ma'am.

I know you do.

I had Bianca prepare it especially for you.

We want you to enjoy your stay with us, Roger.

Thank you, ma'am.

You don't have to call me, ma'am.

Just Mrs. Whitney.

(laughs) Mrs. Whitney?

Thank you.

(upbeat classical music)

It's an exciting experiment.

When Mr. Whitney first broached it, I'll admit,

I was a little dubious.

But then I realized that I'd be giving a boy

a second chance in life, a chance to improve himself.

And you will try to improve yourself, won't you Roger?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

[Roger And Vivian] Mrs. Whitney.

We want to be proud of you, Roger

We'll see if we can't get our church

to accept you as a member.

You'll be a Presbyterian, Roger, isn't that nice?

Well, I was raised to be a Baptist, and I...

You'll be a Presbyterian.

About your schooling, Roger.

How far along are you in high school?

I don't go to high school.

We'll give him remedial schooling

and then a job training program.

Excellent.

This is going to be an exciting summer, Roger.

Well, what do you think, Mary Ann?

Shall we adopt Roger for the summer?

Have you ever been arrested?

That's an offensive question, Mary Ann.

Yes, little sister, I've been busted by the pigs.

Roger, in our community,

the pigs are known as police officers.

Well, where I come from, they're always known as...

Police officers.

Police officers.

Why were you arrested, Roger?

Well, I was walking along in a protest march

against the Klan,

singing the second verse of We Shall Overcome,

♪ Black and white together ♪

We know the song, Roger.

♪ Black and ♪

And then this man stepped off the sidewalk

and hit me over the head with a lead pipe.

Well, needless to say, I fell down,

and he started kicking me,

and then the...

police officers arrested me.

Roger you must promise to never go on

one of those protest marches again,

or sing that Overcome song again.

Never?

Well, if you feel the urge, you may sing it

in the privacy of your room.

Well, Mary Ann, do you approve of Roger?

I think we should ask Dennis first.

[Vivian] Yes.

Who's Dennis?

Dennis Erkle.

He's captain of the lacrosse team.

Why do we need Dennis Erkle's approval?

His father is Judge Erkle.

He's going to run for Superior Court.

And his chances might be jeopardized

if his son's fiancee has him living in the house.

Fiancee?

Mary Ann and Dennis are going together,

sort of unofficially engaged.

Mary Ann, don't you think you should

inform your father about something

as important as an engagement?

I did.

I called Daddy in Westport,

and he gave me his blessing.

Not that father, me, your legal father Walter Whitney,

who's clothed, fed and housed you,

while that drunk hasn't even bothered

to visit you in two years.

Mother, I will not sit here

and have Walter slander my father!

I just knew he'd cause trouble!

We're all a bit upset.

I think perhaps it's best we wait

until morning before taking a vote.

Vote? What vote?

On whether to take Roger into our home.

We discussed all that, Walter.

I never agreed to a vote.

It's our decision, just yours and mine.

Please, Walter I don't want to argue the point.

I didn't take a vote when I adopted Mary Ann.

She is my natural child.

It was the only decent thing to do.

By that logic, if he were my natural son,

I'd have every right to expect you, my wife, to accept him.

Don't make ludicrous parallels, Walter.

No, I mean it, Vivian.

If Roger were my son, you'd accept him?

Yes Walter, if he were your son, of course.

All right, Vivian, I will let you be as good as your word.

Roger is my son.

I don't find that very amusing, Walter.

Neither do I, but it happens to be a fact.

That can't be.

He's (stammers).

And so was his mother

This is really your son?

Yes.

Your natural son?

Yes.

Oh, my God!

And to think I was going to let him live here!

You promised to accept him just as I accepted your child!

You tricked me!

- Vivian, listen! - Don't touch me, Walter!

[Vivian] Don't ever touch me again.

You're getting hysterical!

God will never forgive you for having a black child!

How do you know, Vivian?

Maybe he'll be pleased.

Maybe God is black?

You will burn in hell for saying that, Walter.

♪ Deep in my heart ♪

♪ I do believe ♪

Will you stop singing that song?

♪ We shall overcome some day ♪

Mr. Charlie?

I got a feeling you better start learning the words.

(dark, dramatic orchestral music)

Where's the boy?

In the garage.

And Vivian?

Upstairs, with Dr. Bristol and Reverend Hayworth.

How is she?

She's under sedation.

Reverend Hayworth is praying with her.

I even had to give Mary Ann tranquilizers.

I've been the Longhurst family doctor for 40 years.

I delivered Vivian.

And to see her in this state of shock is...

(clicks tongue)

You must be a sadist to flaunt a black son in front of her.

I didn't flaunt him.

And he's not black.

He's what interior decorators call hickory bronze.

The same color as your new car.

I would just as soon you did not compare that boy

to my new car.

I no longer consider myself your personal physician.

And I would advise you not to get sick

in San Marino, Mr. Whitney.

Your father-in-law wants the family

to spend the night at his house.

I don't see God's book around, Walter.

I'm sorry.

Sorry is for those seeking forgiveness.

Are you seeking forgiveness, Walter?

Forgiveness for what, Reverend?

Vivian said you told her that God is black.

I simply posed it as a possibility.

We don't speculate on God's color, Walter.

If you ever want her to speak to you again,

go upstairs and tell her that God is white.

But we're really not sure!

I mean, the Hindus don't believe it.

The Moslems, the Buddhists.

God is white!

It's simple logic.

His Son is white.

That's not proof.

I'm white, my son is black!

I'll pray for you, Walter.

(speaks foreign language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Walter, this is the most critical night of your life.

I was beginning to get that feeling.

But one which you can easily survive,

provided we proceed with delicacy and good taste.

And Roger is not good taste?

Someday, perhaps, but not at the moment.

Well when does Roger become fashionable?

Who makes those decisions?

People.

Me, you.

Me?

Have I been wrong all these years

in interpreting your silence as approval?

Ah, it's human.

People lean any way the wind blows.

The wind blows white, not black.

It blows Whitney, not Weisenthal

You must not legally recognize the boy.

As long as he is considered illegitimate,

society is not threatened.

Someday the torch of leadership, of power

will be passed to you.

We must feel confident that when your turn comes

to pass on the torch,

you won't put it in the hands of someone

who'd burn down the country with it.

Pass on the torch to him?

I don't think of Roger as my future.

I even resent his being here.

But I have a serious problem, Nelson,

a flaw in my character.

I don't have the sense of commitment,

or strength, or courage to look at him and say,

Go away, you never happened.

Walter, you were like a son to me.

But as you well know, having a son can turn out

to be a bitter disappointment.

Mr. Charlie, hey, where you going?

To work.

If you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen.

Otherwise, stay in your room.

Can I go swimming in the pool?

Maybe tomorrow.

Just stay in your room and read.

And if you can't read, just...

sit and draw pictures.

Mr. Charlie,

I want you to know that no matter what happens,

I'm behind you 100 percent.

You can even rub my head for good luck.

I don't believe in superstitious myths.

There's no myth about black people changing your luck.

Well you only met me yesterday,

and already your luck has changed, hasn't it?

I never thought of it like that.

Get your hand off the car.

(upbeat orchestral music)

Sorry, Mr. Whitney, we can't let you in.

Can't let me in?

Orders from the man upstairs.

I'm the man upstairs.

Mm-mm.

Mr. Longhurst gave the order?

Yes, sir.

We also got orders to confiscate your car.

My car?

Yes sir, it's company property.

This is outrageous!

Hello.

I'd like to call my secretary.

You don't have a secretary anymore, sir.

(upbeat classical music)

Wardlow, executive security.

May I have your credit cards.

My credit cards?

Article 7 of your company contract.

Unilectron shall reserve the right

to revoke all issued credit cards at any time.

May I have your credit cards, please?

(upbeat classical music)

(humming)

Thank you, sir.

Have a nice day.

(upbeat classical music)

And then he took out these scissors and cut me in half.

You don't know what it's like to see yourself

lying there on the ground.

Roger, Mr. Charlie.

Has anyone been around this morning?

Man, have I been trying to reach you.

I called your office, and they said you didn't even

work there anymore.

As soon as you left, the whole family came back.

Cops, moving men, and everything.

It's a wild scene, Mr. Charlie.

All your suitcases are on the lawn.

They're putting my suitcases on the lawn?

Not putting them, throwing them.

What about my golf clubs?

My fishing gear?

My dobro?

What's a dobro?

It's like a guitar.

(wood breaking) (strings ringing)

Yeah, well they just threw that on the lawn, too.

I've got feeling you ain't welcome here, Mr. Charlie.

All right, now listen.

Call a cab, put everything in it,

and come down here to my lawyer

242 Comstock.

Got that, 242 Comstock.

She's throwing my things out of the house.

Yes, I know.

I advised her to do so.

Your dossier, Walter.

Tax returns, bank statements,

investments, insurance.

Everything.

You advised her?

You, my dearest friend?

My lawyer?

I'm still your dearest friend, but no longer your lawyer.

I agreed to represent Vivian in the divorce.

You agreed to represent vivian?

Oh dammit Walter, do you think I like doing this?

You sold out.

I'm recommending an attorney, Bob Garvey.

Because of the uniqueness of the case,

I think he's eminently qualified to represent you.

I don't object to him recommending you, Mr. Garvey.

I object to the reason he recommended you.

They're not gonna get away with this.

I'm gonna fight.

Fight, Mr. Whitney?

Fight with what?

Money, I've got money.

You mean have other funds that aren't listed here?

Of course not, everything I have is in there.

Where is the boy now?

Downstairs, waiting in the cab.

Is the meter running?

I mean, with a financial statement like this,

I'd watch every nickel

There must be some mistake, some misprint.

Your salary has gone into a stock option plan,

which is in Vivian's name.

There's trust fund which is in Mary Ann's name.

Your bank account is in Vivian's name.

Man, you don't even have a checking account.

But I didn't need checks.

I had credit cards.

All right.

Cutting through all the talk, Mr. Garvey, what am I worth?

How much have you got in your wallet?

$68.

You mean that's it?

That's it, baby.

I'm worth 68 dollars?

I know it's a very old cliche, Mr. Whitney, but,

you've still got your health.

For 68 dollars, who wants it?

Well until we get them into court,

you can always collect unemployment.

I can't.

Not unemployment.

That's what they want to do, break me.

Well I'm not gonna give them the satisfaction.

They're never going to make me crawl, never!

(soft laughing)

And stop smiling!

Even you're beginning irritate me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

Oh, you don't have to apologize.

Social menopause is a difficult time for a man.

Social menopause?

Yes, you're going through a change of color, Mr. Whitney.

You don't want to play the game as a white man, so...

they're gonna let you watch it as a black man.

(upbeat electronic music)

This is it?

It's got no swimming pool

Maybe they got a tennis court in the back.

Stop complaining.

They got TV and free ice.

That'll be 22 dollars.

And checkout time is noon.

There'll be no dope, no parties, no fighting.

Only people in the room is them that paid for it.

Sounds fair enough.

Here you are.

Okay, room 13.

And if I give three short rings on the telephone,

that means the vice squad is here.

The vice squad?

He happens to be my son.

(laughing)

I've heard them all, mister, but that's cute. (laughs)

Hey Daisy, fella out here says,

Wait till I tell you. (laughs)

Hey, you have to put a quarter in it to make it work.

They only promised free ice cubes.

I don't like ice cubes.

Stop whining and eat them.

Will you stop banging that set?

I gotta watch Starsky and Hutch.

We can't afford them.

Well, maybe some quarters will come out.

Roger, we do not steal.

It ain't stealing. I'll put the quarters right back in.

We do not steal, Roger.

Sorry, Mr. Charlie,

just seemed like the natural thing to do.

Then we will have to control our natural instincts.

Who told you to take that bed?

I can't sleep on a narrow bed.

Neither can I.

Well I don't get enough sleep, I wake up with a headache.

Your health is expendable?

I'm the one that we gotta keep alive.

That bed is mine!

I got it first.

All right.

We'll let reason prevail.

We'll split the room in half.

The space between the beds should be the dividing line.

Each man's half shall be his,

where he can do as he pleases,

and into which the other cannot cross without permission.

Call it.

Heads.

Tails.

Take that bed and I'll take this.

I sure hope you get a good job

so we can find a decent place to live.

Don't worry about me.

I'll get a job, I've got friends.

Hey Walter come in, come in.

Sit down, sit down.

Where is he?

Where's who, Freddie?

Your son.

Who told you?

Vivian called Helen this morning.

Is he really as black as she says?

How does it feel, Walter?

Uncomfortable.

Freddie, I got to talk to you.

Vivian told Helen that

she threw you out of the house.

Yeah.

Look, I've got a favor to ask you.

Where are you and your son staying?

In a motel.

Freddie, I'm not with Unilectron anymore.

Vivian told Helen they took your Rolls Royce away.

Freddie, I need a job.

Nelson called the old man this morning, Walter.

No chance, huh?

Your name is shit around here.

I appreciate that, Freddie, I mean it.

There's nothing worse than being left up in the air.

I can loan you some money.

Vivian told Helen they took everything you had.

Oh thanks, old buddy, but I'm fine.

I'm just fine.

Well, see you around.

See me around where, Walter?

That's true.

Where?

You want me to okay a loan without collateral?

I'll pay it back, Tubby, soon as I get a job.

2,000 dollars, that's a lot of money.

I said I'd pay it back.

No house, no car, no jewelry, no stocks.

(laughs) You must have something

you can put up for security.

I'm putting up our friendship, Tubby.

15 years of friendship guarantees I'll pay you back.

I'm giving you the ultimate collateral,

Walter Whitney's word.

But your name isn't Walter Whitney.

(upbeat electronic music)

7.65 for food.

25 cents for the paper.

Bus fare, phone calls, lunch, 22 dollars for the room.

We're down to 30 bucks.

22 dollars again for the room tomorrow.

Phone calls, buses,

and it's caput.

Eat, enjoy!

This may become known as the Second Last Supper.

What's this?

Cream cheese, bagel and lox.

Oh, what's lox?

Smoked fish.

I don't dig smoked fish.

Shut up and eat it.

It's soul food.

This is soul food?

To my group, yes.

You know, you're not the only people who have soul.

That sandwich is the result of 6,000 years of suffering.

I don't understand.

Don't understand what?

Well, if you're that loyal to a sandwich,

how come you change your last name?

None of your business, Roger.

Oh being that your name is my name, too,

I just wanted to know what I should call myself.

I mean, after you make me legal,

will I still be Roger Porter?

Whatever makes you happy.

Roger Whitney.

Yeah, that's style.

Sounds like I belong.

Roger Weisenthal.

No, it don't feel right.

I can just see everybody saying,

You don't look like no Weisenthal.

Hey, where you going?

Out.

You coming back?

Unless I get hit by a car or struck by lightning.

But knowing my luck, I'll be back.

[Man] Here we go.

Get set.

[Son] Good shot.

[Man] Throw me the ball.

You cut underneath the basket and I'll pass to you.

There you go, go!

No no no no.

Here, Dad.

Try one more.

(grunting)

I'll get it.

Throw it here.

What?

Cut underneath the basket.

- Okay, right now? - Okay, here we go.

- Okay. - Here you go.

[Man] Here you go.

Okay, here, I'm gonna throw,

and go in your corner and cut out here.

[Son] You want me to throw it to you

and then you shoot it?

[Man] Yeah.

[Son] I'll get it, Dad, don't worry about it.

[Man] It's all right, I'll get it.

(groaning)

Is that your boy?

Yeah.

What is he, he's about 17, right?

Uh huh.

Pretty good ballplayer.

Not bad.

I got a son about that age, too.

You want to play a game?

You and your son against me and my son?

Three baskets win.

We'll play for five dollars.

Okay, you're on.

Be back in five minutes.

[Man] Okay!

Hey, where are we going?

To pick up an easy five bucks.

Just hope those two turkeys haven't left yet.

Okay, first team scores three baskets wins five dollars!

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

It's supposed to be my son against your son.

He is my son.

Come on, let's play.

You take it out first.

Come on, son.

You didn't tell me we were gonna play basketball.

Don't slam dunk it right away, it'll scare them.

Listen, Mr. Charlie...

Roger, just do what comes naturally.

Come on fellas, let's play!

("Sweet Georgia Brown")

Here we go, here we go, here we go!

Come on, Dad!

Come on, Roger, stop kidding around.

(grunting)

(laughing)

That's one.

Will you stop clowning around?

But I didn't even get a chance.

Come on!

Ready son?

Now dad!

Okay!

Shoot, shoot!

(laughing)

What the hell kind of shot was that?

It's the best I could do, Mr. Charlie.

That's the best you could do?

Five bucks.

We blew five big ones.

I have to be the father of the only black kid

who can't play basketball.

You didn't have much luck finding a job, huh?

Look, jobs at my executive level

are not just floating around.

But don't worry, I'll get work somewhere.

I heard about a place today at Lincoln and Seco

where there's jobs for hardcore unemployables.

I am not a hardcore unemployable.

You go there in the morning,

and guys come by on trucks lucking for dudes

to do odd jobs.

Mowing lawns, painting houses,

cleaning stables, picking grapes.

Cleaning stables, where did you even hear about

a job like that?

This afternoon, when I gave this guy a lift.

How could you give someone a lift, Roger?

In the car I was driving.

Car, whose car?

My car.

Car, you have a car?

Yeah, I picked it up second hand to come out here.

You have a car and you didn't tell me?

You let me blow all my money on cabs and buses?

I didn't have a chance to tell you.

I mean everything happened so fast.

You dragged me to the car.

You drove me to the ocean, then to the store, then the...

Okay okay, forget it, forget it?

Where is it?

It's over there.

It's the red one.

Should have guessed.

Cost me 14 dollars and a record player.

You were overcharged.

You drove this 2,000 miles?

You could have been arrested for littering the highway.

(engine sputtering)

Do you hear that engine?

[Roger] Needs a tune-up.

[Walter] It's a menace!

[Roger] Beats walking.

No, it doesn't.

(engine grinding)

(coughing)

Hey, there's gas fumes in here.

That means the engine's still running.

(coughing)

Open the window.

It's stuck, it won't open.

Well, bang on it a few times.

(glass shattering)

Hey, what are you doing to my car, man?

Your insurance will cover it, won't it?

(car backfiring)

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

We may be on fire.

On fire?

That dude on the bike.

Yell for him to get out of the way,

'cause once I get rolling, I can't slow down.

Blow your horn!

Don't have one.

Don't have one?

That's it.

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

We've got no brakes!

Out of the way!

We've got no brakes!

(car creaking)

Good morning, officer

Get the hell out of here.

(car backfiring)

(coughing)

85 cents.

That's what we're down to.

85 cents.

You can sign up for unemployment.

Never.

That's what they want me to do.

Well how 'bout welfare?

Lots of black families are on welfare.

We are not a black family.

Well, what's going to become of us, Mr. Charlie?

I don't know.

Oh.

I never thought it would end up like this.

Eating sandwiches in a cheap motel.

I came to California figuring I'd live in a mansion.

Look where you dragged me me.

Where I dragged you?

I thought you'd take better care of me, that's all.

I'm doing the best I can!

I've been turned down by every corporation in town.

So we're talking wall here.

We're doing what?

I mean, they really got you up against the wall.

Oh yeah.

That's it!

What's it?

The wall.

What wall?

The money's in the wall safe

behind the picture of Vivian's mother.

Right.

(tense electronic music)

Who is it?

Who's there?

Don't hurt me.

Take what you want.

I know what you're going to do.

I know I can't talk you out of it.

I can't stop you.

I'm alone.

My husband isn't here, I'm defenseless.

All right, go ahead.

Do what you're going to do and leave.

Just go ahead and...

get it over with.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Go ahead!

Do it!

(grunting)

Seventeen years of marriage,

and the only memorable night with my wife

was the night I came in as a burglar.

She was like a wild woman.

And you know, if she'd have known it was me,

she would've gotten had a headache.

Roger, Mr. Charlie.

Roger, remember that place you mentioned?

The place for the hard-core unemployables?

Yeah, it's on the corner of Lincoln and Seco.

But it's not that easy to get a job there either.

I mean, there's lots of competition.

Stop worrying.

I can hold my own with any misfit.

(funky electronic music)

[Man] Come on, you guys.

Let's go, move it.

After Roger registers, tell him

to pawn my golf clubs and find a cheap furnished apartment.

I'll meet him in front of your office when I'm done.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

They're not going to beat me, Mr. Garvey.

(funky electronic music)

(horn honking)

Any of you know how to load scrap iron?

(crowd yelling)

- Over here. - Over here.

[Man] Here I am, boss.

All right, you in the blue cap

across to the white cap.

Hop in the back of the truck.

You want a drink, buddy?

Five cents.

I only drink after work.

(horn honking)

Hey, any of you turkeys ever worked in a rock quarry?

(men shouting yeah)

Yeah, all right, get on.

You, yeah, you,

Come on, get on.

Alright, sit down and hang on!

Everybody in?

It's just you and me, buddy.

(horn honking)

Either of you stiffs know how to clean stables?

Yes, sir I can.

I'm available.

Okay, you, dummy.

I think he means you.

Yeah, you dummy.

Come on, get your butt in the back!

On the double!

You shovel each and every one of these real clean.

Then come on over here to this other barn.

Then you clean all of these.

You start all the way down there at that end,

clean all these up to here.

Then go back down there and clean all those on that side.

You load it all in this wheelbarrow here,

clear up to the top.

Now you got that?

Come on, then.

Come on.

Then you walk it over here to the pile and unload.

Got it, dummy?

Yes, sir

Then you go over there to that barn over there,

and start over again.

Now go!

Go back to number one, and don't stop till I tell you.

Go ahead, go!

Move it, move it!

Move it, dummy!

(mellow jazz music)

32 stalls.

You're okay, dummy.

(car sputtering)

Mr. Charlie!

Mr. Charlie?

Hey, I went to wait for you down at Mr. Garvey's office,

but when you didn't show up, I came here.

I hocked the golf clubs, and found us a furnished apartment.

Wasn't easy, but I found one.

Had a rough day, huh?

♪ Once I lived the life of a millionaire ♪

♪ Spending my money ♪

♪ I didn't care ♪

♪ Carried my friends out for a good time ♪

♪ Bought bootleg liquor ♪

♪ Champagne and wine ♪

♪ When I began to fall so low ♪

♪ Nobody wants me 'round their door ♪

♪ If I ever get my hands on ♪

♪ A dollar again ♪

♪ I'm gonna hold on to it ♪

♪ Till them old eagles scream ♪

♪ Nobody knows you ♪

♪ When you're down and out ♪

♪ In my pocket, not one penny ♪

(horn honking)

♪ And my friends, I haven't any ♪

♪ If ever I get on my feet again ♪

♪ Then I'll find my long lost friends ♪

♪ It's mighty strange, without a doubt ♪

♪ No man can use you ♪

♪ When you're down and out ♪

♪ I mean when you're down and out ♪

Where are we, Roger?

Watts, Mr. Charlie.

Watts?

What are we doing in Watts?

Well, it's not the fanciest apartment,

but at least it's home.

This is home?

This is home.

(siren blaring)

[Man] Jimmy Dean, get down to that store, boy!

Your momma will be home from work in a minute.

(toilet flushing)

(wood clattering)

Hope we don't have to pay for that.

I don't mind living in Watts, but do we

have to live in the poor section?

The lock sometimes gets stuck.

Which in a way is good,

'cause you can hear anyone trying to break in.

Who'd want to break in?

This is a furnished apartment?

This is terrible.

Terrible!

The better places wanted first and last month's rent.

I only got 35 dollars for the golf clubs.

35 dollars?

That was a complete set of MacGregor clubs!

Where's the bedroom, Roger?

It pulls out.

One of us can sleep on the couch.

I thought that was the bathroom.

Yeah, I did too, at first.

Where is the bathroom, Roger?

It's down the other end of the porch.

No, never.

I'm not sharing a communal bathroom.

It's unhygienic.

That's exactly how the other tenants feel, Mr. Charlie.

That's why every apartment has its own toilet seat.

Now it wasn't easy to get you in here, Mr. Charlie.

I mean, they weren't too happy about

having a white person in the building.

You're here on a trial basis.

Well, I don't want to lower the standard of living.

(laughs) I registered at a job training center today.

The only opening they had was a class for short-order cooks.

Short-order cook.

That's a good trade.

You can always get a job.

Yeah, and you can save money with me doing the cooking.

Now, you just sit down and relax.

(groans)

What?

I can feel the springs.

[Man] Hey who's talking?

[Man] Turn off the goddamn radio!

What's the carton?

Ah, just something I brought from home.

What's in it?

Just a lot of stuff that must belong to you.

To me?

Yeah, I found it in my mom's closet after she died.

Oh.

It's yours, ain't it?

It's mine.

It'd be pretty embarrassing if it belonged

to some other dude, huh?

Mom was great for saving things.

I mean, if a bird left some crumbs on a windowsill,

she'd leave them there like she expected the bird

to come back or something.

It never entered her mind that the bird

had forgotten where she lived.

Hey, it's...

it's like Cinderella.

You know, like the slipper fit,

and you were once the prince.

But it's midnight, and it's too late,

and the prince has turned back into a pumpkin.

Aside from mangling a beautiful fairy tale,

the reason the slipper doesn't fit

is that the prince's feet are swollen

from shoveling horse manure all day,

so he can support the pretender to the throne.

I cleaned 32 stables.

I've been following the horses all day,

picking up the pieces of my life.

In a couple of weeks, you're going to have a trade.

You'll get a job.

Then each of us goes his own way.

Until that time,

I'll shovel it.

I'll live in it.

But I won't take it.

Think I'll go take a walk, huh.

Uh huh.

(plane roaring)

[Woman] Where is that welfare check?

[Man] Welfare check, what check?

[Woman] You know goddamn well what check I mean!

[Man] Hey, woman you better get off my back!

[Woman] I'm gonna get off your back

and get right on your ass!

(dish shattering)

[Man] Woman have you got a death wish or something?

(strumming guitar)

(humming melody)

(sighing)

We had difficulty finding you.

Forgive me for not getting up,

but I hard day at the stables.

I got the job without a character reference.

Walter, many strong words were said in the heat of crisis.

But what you said was true.

The wind does blow white, not black.

It does blow Whitney, not Weisenthal

When you're shoveling manure,

you really find out which way the wind is blowing.

I admire you, Walter.

I mean that.

You've shown a determination and an...

ingenuity which I admire.

I thought you would break, but you only bent.

I respect that ability to survive.

The company misses you, Walter.

Vivian misses you.

Come back.

Come home to the people you belong with.

What about Roger?

Provisions will be made.

A good military academy to strengthen character.

A tour of duty overseas in the service of his country.

And if by chance he survives?

In that case, he will be sent adequate funds

to permit him to live comfortably.

It's the solution that will preserve your integrity,

your sense of obligation,

and most important, the quality of life

you've worked so hard to create.

I think Vivian would like to say something in private.

Peace with honor, Walter

Why peace at all, Nelson?

I'm a deserter.

You execute deserters.

Only as a last resort.

You're one of us, Walter.

And there are so few of us.

We are the true minority.

Those tiny wheels that keep the one big wheel turning.

If we vanish, that wheel stops,

and it rusts into chaos, anarchy, nihilism.

All Power to the People.

They had it once.

It was called the Stone Age.

I had a long talk with Mary Ann, Walter.

And she's agreed to call you father.

Oh, Walter, I know that I have, on occasion,

failed you as a woman.

But I assure you, I am a woman capable

of great warmth and passion.

But only for burglars.

Oh Walter, I knew that was you all along!

Come home, Walter.

I'll be waiting.

(sighing)

(melancholy jazz music)

(guns firing)

They're after me, Mr. Charlie!

What'd you do?

What did I do?

Nothing.

I'm just walking down the street, right?

These dudes come up, break a store window,

grab some stuff, and took off!

Yeah.

Well, the police pulled up, and I started running.

Innocent people don't run from the police.

Yeah, maybe not in San Marino, Mr. Charlie.

They were probably just trying to find out what happened.

Yeah, when a cop yells, "Freeze your ass, nigger,"

he's made up his mind what happened.

(knocking)

[Policeman] Open up, police!

Help me, Mr. Charlie!

The bed!

What?

Quick!

Hide in here!

They'll find me there!

No, they won't!

Do as I say!

Why?

Because I'm your father and I say so!

(knocking)

[Policeman] Open up!

Coming!

[Policeman] Open up!

(knocking)

Shove off, pigs!

[Policeman] What's a white guy doing in here?

Let's get him!

(melancholy jazz music)

How you doing, Mr. Charlie?

Not too good, Roger.

You get points today.

Got yourself arrested for me, roughed up.

Finally starting to act like a father, huh?

Enough so I'll get off your back?

I didn't want anything from you, Mr. Charlie.

No adoption, no trust fund.

Nothing.

I just came out here because every kid

wants to see what his dad is like.

I didn't want you to like me

because I was your son.

I wanted you to respect me because I was Mom's son.

But I looked in your eyes, and you didn't see Mom.

You saw black.

And Mom deserved better than that.

You owed her more than that.

I looked at you in that big office,

and I kind of went crazy inside.

I said to myself, "This is the man who broke Mama's heart.

The man she spent her whole life loving and waiting for.

And she died loving you, Mr. Charlie.

I think you ought to know that.

You walked away from a great lady.

There's no woman in the world could love a man

more than she loved you, Mr. Charlie.

And she'd have made you happy.

She knew how to make people happy.

I wanted to hurt you like you hurt Mom.

I wanted to insult you so bad

that you'd get angry and take a swing at me,

then I'd have an excuse for punching you out.

(laughs) Isn't that terrible?

A son wanting to hit his own father.

And I was glad when things went wrong for you.

Then I realized no matter how mach bad happened to you,

that couldn't make any good happen to Mama.

She's dead, Mr. Charlie.

We'll never see her again,

hear her again, touch her again.

She deserved a better life.

You should have given her a better life.

I should have given her a better life.

Did you love my mom, Mr. Charlie?

This is very important.

Did you love my mom?

Yeah, I loved her

I loved her very much.

(sighs) Wow.

Black and white together.

That's a lot to overcome.

You go on back to your family, Mr. Charlie.

I got a feeling they'll be a lot nicer to you now.

You're really not a bad guy.

I mean, if you weren't my father,

we might have become friends.

Walter.

Just in time for the board meeting.

Then lunch with the common market delegation.

It's as though these past days never happened.

Nothing's changed!

Everything changes.

Constantly.

That's why we have to adapt.

So we can always come out on top.

Being on top means somebody's on the bottom.

Well, you can't have winners if you don't have losers.

Why can't we all win, Nelson?

No losers?

That's what life is all about.

Even death has heaven and hell.

Winners and losers.

It's hard to hate you, Nelson.

You have just enough logic

to give your sickness respectability.

You've sentenced whole races of people

to be born losers,

and as the father of one, I object.

Not that he was born with two strikes on him,

but that you won't give him a third pitch to swing at.

Goodbye, Nelson.

You walk out this time, and I'll destroy you.

When I'm through with you, you'll think shoveling horseshit

is a step up!

I just don't understand.

Why is he going back there?

He was gonna learn a trade.

What's he gonna do back there?

Well, the new college semester

starts in a couple of weeks.

Well, what's that got to do with him?

He said left high school when he was 16.

That's when he graduated, Mr. Whitney.

Graduated?

[Garvey] He made me promise not to tell you.

He goes to college?

Roger received a scholarship from Northwestern.

That's where I went.

He's in his second year of pre-med.

He was right, Mr. Garvey.

I looked at him and I saw black.

I didn't see Lorraine, what she was,

what she would have brought up our son to be.

I looked at him and I didn't see a college student.

I saw a high school dropout.

I didn't see a doctor.

I saw a short-order cook.

Ah, look, there he is.

Roger!

Yeah.

Just wanted to wish you a good trip.

Thanks.

If you need something, I mean,

if you need money or anything,

I can always be reached through Mr. Garvey.

Well, if you need anything, I mean,

if you run short or something, I mean,

I'll be at Aunt Clara's.

Well, have a good trip, Roger.

So long, Mr. Charlie.

You know, Mr. Charlie doesn't sound right.

Not when you're saying goodbye.

Well, so long, Dad.

I have this friend back in Evanston, Bernie Levin.

Every time he'd come out here, he'd try and talk me

into coming back there and working for him.

I thought I might just go there

and take him up on it.

It's not far from the university.

Might give us a chance to see one another

every once in a while.

Have dinner, talk,

maybe take in a ball game.

Get to know one another.

I mean, maybe we'll never get to be friends, but then,

maybe we will.

I mean, it's worth a try.

Yeah.

Well, have a good trip, son.

(engine sputtering)

Hey, listen.

If I'm gonna go back there,

I might as well start now.

Wouldn't hurt to have someone along.

I'm a pretty good mechanic.

Good idea.

You can send the rest of this stuff

to me at his Aunt Clara's.

Well, all right, all right!

(laughing)

(engine sputtering)

(car creaking)

Hey, I almost forgot.

This picture of Mom.

I think she'd like you to have it.

(upbeat electronic music)

♪ Let's take the wrong way home ♪

♪ The wrong way home, we'll let 'em believe they've lost us ♪

♪ I'm out there talking dreams ♪

♪ To blow off steam ♪

♪ Believing the dram comes true ♪

♪ There's hope in a new beginning ♪

♪ I say to hell with the past ♪

♪ Even nothing but love between us ♪

♪ We'll take our time and save the best day for life ♪

♪ Closer ♪

♪ Gonna get closer ♪

♪ After a shaky start, we did get smart ♪

♪ We're following common senses ♪

♪ Keeping our facts in line will be just fine ♪

♪ There's nothing that we can't do ♪

♪ I'm counting on love to guide us ♪

♪ Love that was long overdue ♪

♪ Street demons that want to fight us ♪

♪ Having a chance this time ♪

♪ I'm following you ♪

♪ Come closer, just a touch ♪

♪ I'd be right every time if I could ♪

♪ But I'd rather be lucky in love than be good ♪

♪ I finally found you and I'm following through ♪

♪ And I'm gonna get closer to you ♪

♪ I haven't lost my mind ♪

♪ At times I find I'm careless and do misplace it ♪

♪ Blame it on too much sun ♪

♪ What's done is done ♪

♪ We're working out today ♪

♪ Don't tell me what stands to reason ♪

♪ I'm talking straight from the heart ♪

♪ If I wasn't foolish sometimes, how would you know ♪

♪ When I began to be smart ♪

♪ Come closer, come closer ♪

♪ I'm gonna be closer to you ♪

♪ Sometime the act of love is push and shove ♪

♪ It's going to be rough and tumble ♪

♪ Only the best survive, we hold the line ♪

♪ It's probably in our blood ♪

♪ There's love and it tells me something ♪

♪ Simple to say but it's true ♪

♪ That love at its best takes two hearts ♪

♪ You leading mine this time ♪

♪ I'm following you ♪

♪ Come closer, just a touch ♪

♪ I'd be right every time if I could ♪

♪ But I'd rather be lucky at love than be good ♪

♪ Now I finally found you and I'm following through, ♪

♪ And I wanna get closer to you ♪

♪ I wanna get closer ♪

♪ I'm gonna get closer to you ♪