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Mom, what are you doing?

You're gonna catch your death.

Come on. Mom.

- Mr. Sullivan?

Mr. Sullivan!

God just took out Mrs. Gruper's birdbath.

He's getting closer, Clive.

Last year, it was a street light at the end of the block.

Now, it's Mrs. Gruper's birdbath.

I think God's zeroing in on me.

I have the feeling this is the year he lowers the boom.

Still alive in there, old lady?

Didn't die in your sleep, did you?

- Not yet.

- Well, you're talking to yourself, so it can't be too long.

As a matter of fact,

I wasn't talking to myself.

I was talking to Clive Sr.

- Good, for a while there,

I thought you were going batty on me.

- Can I interest you in a cup of tea?

- Nope. Not now, not ever.

- Why are you wearing a necktie?

You're not in trouble with the police again, are you?

- Not unless you blew the whistle on all my parking tickets.

- I should. There's probably a reward.

Before they do throw you in the hoosegow,

would you mind fixing the porch railing?

It's been broken for a month.

Sure thing, old girl.

- Just don't forget.

- Do I ever? - Yes.

- Well, I won't this time.

So, what's The Bank been up to lately?

- I wish you wouldn't call him that.

- Is Clive Jr. springing for Thanksgiving dinner?

- Yes, as a matter of fact,

my son is taking me to the country club.

- Uh-huh. We wear the chains we forge in life.

- I don't suppose you remember who said that.

- You did, Miss Beryl. All through eighth grade.

Hey, dummy.

Don't you have enough sense to come inside where it's warm?

- You know what I always wish?

I wish I had me enough money for a warm coat.

You know what else I wish?

No, what else do you wish?

- I wish we'd go back to working together like we used to.

I hear Carl Roebuck has

this big Victorian- - Oh, no.

- Well, he's redoing it. - Nah, forget it.

- Six months work, all indoors.

Told you, I'm not working for him again.

Besides, my lawyer says when I get out of court today,

I'm gonna be a rich man.

- In that case, can I borrow $10?

- Rub, there are women in this town

that I could hang out with that would be cheaper than you.

Yeah, but they wouldn't be your friend.

- Well, here we are again, Mr. Wirfley.

The question is, why?

- Your Honor, we would like to document for the court

the deterioration of my client's knee,

resulting from an injury he sustained

while in the employ of the Tip Top Construction Company.

I have here countless documents from reputable doctors

who have, who have...

I had them here some place-

- Mr. Wirfley. - With your patience-

- Mr. Wirfley. - Your Honor?

- You have failed on numerous occasions to demonstrate

that the injury in question was a result of negligence

on the part of the employer.

The court finds for the Tip Top Construction Company

and against Mr. Sullivan.

- Sully. Sully?

- I should've known better than to hire a one-legged lawyer.

- Well, you can't afford a two-legged lawyer.

Don't get discouraged, okay?

It's a temporary setback, that's all.

You've got to remember our strategy.

- Strategy? It's the first I ever heard of any strategy.

- Sooner or later, we'll wear the bastards down.

The court is already starting to get pissed.

You heard the judge.

- He's pissed at you, Wirf.

- Only because he knows I won't go away.

- I know how he feels.

- He called in sick, he's on the phone, he's in the Bahamas.

Take your pick. He doesn't wanna see you.

- The Bahamas sound swell.

Ruby, grab his checkbook. We'll take off.

- There's about a thousand other guys

I would take with me before you.

Thanks, honey.

- I heard the judge threw you

and that two-bit lawsuit out of court.

- Hope you didn't have to pay him more than you owed me.

- Aw, Sully, don't be bitter. America's a great place.

Where else could a cripple and a drunk, one-legged lawyer

even get to talk to a judge?

Good news is I got a job even you can't screw up.

I told you, I'm not working for you

till you pay me what you owe me.

- Forget about it. You were working off the books, okay?

- You don't hire anybody unless they work off the books.

- And you won't work except off the books, Sully.

Think you got a right to steal from anybody

that's got a couple bucks in their pocket, huh?

I'm supposed to assume the position just 'cause you got

a bum knee and no prospects?

Bullshit.

Besides, you did shoddy work, okay?

You think I got where I got

by doing shoddy work? - What?

No.

You didn't get where you are by doing shoddy work.

You didn't get where you are by doing any work.

You got where you are because your daddy gave it to you,

and he drove himself into an early grave

so you could piss it away on ski trips

and sports cars. - I haven't been skiing

in two years, Sully. - Hey, look, personally,

I don't give a goddamn whether you go broke,

which you probably will,

but before you do, you're gonna pay me

what you owe me. - I'm not gonna pay you.

I don't owe you a goddamn cent, okay?

- Goddamn door, I'm gonna grab you by your pin head,

and I'm gonna throw you out the window.

- Five, four, three, two, one.

- What kinda work?

Shit.

Dad?

- Peter?

- You need a lift?

- All right.

Well, been a while.

- Three years.

- Weren't you supposed to be working at teaching...

What's that school?

- University of West Virginia.

- Oh, yeah.

What brings you guys this far north?

- Vera.

Welcome to the Thanksgiving from hell.

- Goddamn it, Charlotte,

if we're gonna start the weekend like this...

- Oh, Vera. How is she, anyway?

I don't think I've seen her since the last time

you guys were up here.

- Well, now, how can you Jive in a town this size

and not see your ex-wife all the time?

- That's easy, darling.

Peter's mom and I don't exactly travel in the same circles.

As a matter of fact,

Vera pretty much travels in a straight line.

- Somebody in this family had to.

Who are you?

- He's your grandfather.

- Does he always look like that?

- Yeah, most of the time.

How come they call you Wacker?

Wacker!

- I didn't do anything. - You okay?

He did so. He hit him.

- Stop the car. - You what?

I did not.

- What happened? - You did so.

- Stop the car before I throw

that little son of a bitch out.

You're gonna get it.

How come everybody always

picks on me? - Go get your dad

and see if he's okay.

Somebody tell me what's going on?

What do you think, Peter? Go get your dad.

All right, all right.

- What did you do? - I'm going, okay?

Why are you always hitting people?

- The hell happened, Dad? What's the matter?

Jesus Christ.

Wacker did that?

- Oh, don't be a jerk.

I fell off a scaffold about six months ago.

- Have you seen a doctor?

Yeah, saw about 20 of them.

- What'd they say?

- About 20 different things.

Well, thanks for the lift.

- Look, get back in the car.

I'll take you wherever you wanna go.

- Oh, no.

See you around.

You sure you're okay?

Oh, I'm good, I'm good.

Don't worry about it.

- Hey, listen, why don't you stop by Mom's tomorrow?

Huh? Better ask Vera about that.

- I don't have to ask permission to invite

my own father to Thanksgiving dinner.

- I'll think about it.

Hey!

Yeah?!

- You ain't naked or anything, are you?

No, but I can be in about two seconds.

- Ah, take your time. I need a cup of coffee.

- Hello? - East Towing?

- Yeah. - Sullivan.

Hi.

- Yeah, I'm just around the corner. 313 Harmon.

- 313 Harmon. - Pick me up.

Sure, Sully, that'd be cash or-

- Hey. Charge it.

Tip Top Construction Company.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Horace?

- Hi, Sully. I ain't naked either.

Oh, thank God for that.

- Lord, how does a man get that dirty?

Working for your husband.

I thought you were never gonna work for Carl again.

Ah, it's just temporary.

Here's your keys.

I wish I hadn't of let you talk me into doing this.

Oh, well. I'd cash it as quickly as possible.

Thanks, Mr. Yancy.

- Hey, while you got your checkbook out,

why don't you pay me what your husband owes me?

Dummy and I ironed the whole thing out down at the office,

but all he had was the company checkbook, see,

so he- - Nice try, Sully.

- He does owe me.

- Well, get in line. He owes everybody.

You take a big pile of money,

and you go have a heart bypass,

see how much money you have left after that.

What's going on?

- Changed the Jocks, and throwing out his clothes.

As far as I'm concerned, he no longer Jives here.

- It's a bold move.

Won't work.

It might get his attention.

- Well, maybe it will, and maybe it won't.

- You know what?

When my trifecta comes in,

why don't you dump what's-his-name and run away with me?

- Where would we go?

- Hawaii.

Some place where it's warm,

you know, where they got umbrellas in the drinks,

where they rub you with coconut oil.

Gotta go.

Hang in there.

- Hang in there?

That's it? That's the sum of your wisdom on the subject?

- It's the sum of my wisdom on most subjects.

- Hey, there you are. Where the hell have you been?

I've been looking everywhere for you.

- Well, you should've given up.

Aces over.

- Three 10s.

- Phooey.

Deal me in.

- I sure do like a woman whose love ain't for sale.

- Screw you, Sully. Gotta go tinkle.

Ruby?

- What now?

- Don't take your love to town.

- Have a little respect, fellas.

- Look, I know we didn't do so good today,

but there's a zillion things we can try.

- Nope.

- When was the last time you won a case, Wirf?

- What's that got to do with anything?

- Cut.

- Grey river around a green monkey's ass.

- You know, Sully, you're the only guy I know

still dumb enough to believe in luck.

- I used to believe in brains and hard work till I met you.

Deal.

- Seven-card.

- Which one of your fancy doctors advised you to drink,

smoke, and screw your brains out?

- Those are unreasonable requests, Sully.

They wouldn't have made them if they didn't know me.

- If they had known you, they wouldn't have fixed you.

- Here you go, Jocko. - King bets.

Last call.

You wanna Sheetrock one of them houses for me

over on Nelson tomorrow?

- Hey, I thought you said you were

never gonna work for Carl again.

- Shut up, Rub.

Sheetrock is a two-man job.

- What about it, rubber head?

- Tomorrow's Thanksgiving. I won't work on Thanksgiving.

- Sure, you will.

- Double time. - In your dreams.

- Oh, Sheetrock the son of a bitch yourself.

- Why should I pay you double time, Sully?

- Hey, what's tomorrow, Rub?

- It's fucking Thanksgiving.

- Know what burns my ass, Sully?

You wouldn't even know it was Thanksgiving

if it wasn't for Rub.

- Know enough to know that it's double time.

Five.

- Know what Thanksgiving is? Down and dirty.

Thanksgiving is a time for normal people, Sully,

to do normal things, to be in the bosom of their family.

And that, my friend, is not you.

- Still going to be double time.

- Yeah. Sheetrock the son of a bitch yourself.

- Bet's to you, Jocko.

10.

Well, I'm out.

- What's wrong with you?

- I'm trying to communicate with you telepathically.

- Forget about it.

Only way to communicate with Sully is to whack him

in the head with a shovel.

It's your bet, genius.

15.

Call.

Call.

- Eights full.

- All the nines.

- Jesus H. Christ. - God.

- I was trying to tell you to fold.

- Cash me in, Jocko.

You know, Rub, I think your supervisor here is in

for a little rude awakening.

Tomorrow morning, about 7:00 a.m.,

gonna be out there shoveling old Miss Beryl's driveway,

10 below, fingers freezing.

Then, all of a sudden, it's going to occur to him,

"Hey, I could be indoors working where it's nice and warm,

working with my old buddy Rub.

I know what I'll do, call my good friend,

Honest Carl Roebuck,

take him up on that Sheetrocking job he offered me,

maybe earn back some of my money I lost playing cards."

But you know what?

By tomorrow, it's gonna be too fucking late.

Think about it, schmucko.