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♪ Ooh‐ooh‐ooh

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

♪ Travel down the road
And back again ♪

♪ Your heart is true ♪

♪ You're a pal
And a confidante ♪

♪ And if you threw
A party ♪

♪ Invited everyone
You knew ♪

♪ You would see

♪ The biggest gift
Would be from me ♪

♪ And the card attached
Would say ♪

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

♪ Thank you
For bein' a friend ♪

Careful. Careful,
you gorilla.

Please! Please!

Be careful.
What's the matter
with you?

My beloved husband's
ashes are in there.

No, wait.
This one's
got hard candy.

Goodbye,
Blanche's bed.

Boy, if beds
could talk.

That one would
have laryngitis.

I can't believe it.
I mean,

we've spent so many
wonderful years
in this house,

and now we're moving.

Hey! Hey, you kids,
get away from that.

They want
to see the bed.

Nights it has known.

The loves it has seen.

There have been so many.

Doctors, lawyers...

Indian chiefs.

What?

You know, doctor,
lawyer, Indian chief,

rich man, poor man,
beggar man, thief.

Actually,
not an Indian chief,

but an Indian
rights' activist.

And rich men,
oh, yeah.

Poor men, unfortunately.

Beggars...

I had 'em all begging.

I can't.

I can't.
I just can't do it.

Please, put that back.

‐Rose, Rose.
‐No, stop.

‐Rose, honey.
‐No, Blanche, no.

I mean, this house
is my whole life.

Everything I have,
everything.

To buy a hotel?

Come on.
Come over here.

I can't.
I have nothing else.

I mean,
I could end up
on the street.

‐Sit.
‐I can't breathe.

I can't
get a breath.

Sophia, give me
a paper bag, quick.

What? Am I the A&P?
Do I have paper bags?

That one.
Give me that one
right there.

All right, now, Rose,
I just want you
to breathe deeply,

Exhale fully.

Exhale fully.

You're hyperventilating.
That's all.

I learned this
from a psychiatrist

who used to
hyperventilate in bed.

That better?

I can breathe now.

Okay.

Can I have a milk dud?

There's some
in that bag.

Rose, now you
listen to me.

You're being hysterical
and irrational.

You're not throwing
away your life.
You're just changing it.

See if there's
a toffee in there?

You're gonna be moving
into a lovely place
that'll run itself.

No toffee.
She must've inhaled it.

But it's a hotel.

We don't know
how to run a hotel.

Well, of course
we do, honey.

What do you think
this place was?

A big old house,
people coming
and going.

In your room.

I just don't think
I can leave.

Trust me, honey.

You're leaving.

Bye, house.

‐Goodbye.
‐Bye.

‐Oliver:
Roland.
‐(bell dings)

‐Roland.
‐(bell dings)

‐Roland.
‐(bell dings)

‐Roland.
‐(bell dings continuously)

Oliver. Please,
I'm trying to work.

Now, we got the new
owners arriving
any minute

and in that group
of 20 travel agents.

I want things
looking good around here
even if they're not.

But Roland,
you got to help me.
What if they toss me?

Listen, buddy.

I'm your foster parent.

Nobody's going to toss you.

It's me we got
to worry about.

They're not
going to care
that I'm good at my job.

I heard they own a chain
of very successful hotels.

They're gonna want
to bring in their own people.

You think I'm looking
forward to this?

Now get out
of here, man.
I got to work.

I just want you to know,

if I'm on the street,
it's on your head.

What is that,
the curse of the lost boys?
Get out of here.

(bell dings)

We're here!

Well, I'm terribly sorry,
ladies, I can only offer
you one night.

I've got a convention
coming in tomorrow.

Do you have any idea
who we are?

The Pointer Sisters.

(chuckles)
I don't care.
I've only got one night.

We are the new owners.

‐Of what?
‐This place.

And welcome!
(chuckles)

Welcome, welcome,
welcome!

You know,
I was just saying

to someone how much
I was looking forward
to meeting you.

And look at you.

I mean, they told me
the new owners
were gorgeous,

but I had no...

Welcome, welcome,
welcome!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let me see
the manager.

Well, you're looking at him.

Well, then
let me see
the director.

How do you do?

Then let me see
whoever the guy is

that runs the place.

Why do I get
the feeling

that you've never
been in the hotel
business before?

Ma'am, have you spent
much time in hotels?

Ho!

Look, you got
any experience?

Ho‐ho!

Well, how hard can it be?
We've run a house.

For 42 people
who want their sheets
changed every day.

Look, we've got
20 travel agents
coming in here tomorrow.

They can make
or break this place.

But, hey, what am I
worried about?

I mean,
you've had a truly
unique experience.

You've run a house.

(telephone rings)

Reception.

Ah, Mr. Sinclair.

You still haven't
got those towels yet?

Well, I'm surprised.
I sent somebody up
ten minutes ago.

Yes. A rather charming
young black man.

Why‐‐ Why don't you
give him another
30 seconds?

All right. All right.

Excuse me.

Um...

All right,
let's start.

Now, Sophia,
you go talk
to the kitchen staff.

I want a pair
of checked pants
and a chef's hat.

Rose, you go talk
to the housekeeping staff.

Okey‐dokey.

Oh, and, Rose.
No St. Olaf stories.

You're right.
Let's make them wait.

Hi. I'm Oliver.

Well, hello, Oliver.

I'm Blanche Devereaux,
the new owner.

What are you doing
with our towels?

I'm delivering them
to the rooms.

You're delivering them?

What do you mean?
Do you work here
or stay here?

Both.

Where's your mama?

Actually, she split.

Well, then
where's your daddy?

Prison.
Manslaughter.

Manslaughter?

And my mom,
she was a drunk.

She'd wake up
every morning
with a hangover.

And another uncle
of mine.

I'm throwing myself
at your mercy, Ma'am.

Please let me stay.

Honey, I'm sorry,
but that's out
of the question.

My life's in your hands.

I go to school.
I do good work.

No, I'm sorry,
but no.

(sighs) I guess
I was wrong.

I was hoping a woman
as young as you

could relate
to my problem.

Well...

(telephone rings)

‐Allow me, ma'am.
‐Oh.

Reception.

Yes, she is.

Okay.

There is no
housekeeping staff, Blanche.

A lady named Sophia
wants you immediately

in the kitchen.

Oh.
Thank you.

Come on, Rose.

Come on.

I love restaurant
kitchens, don't you?

Everything's so big.

Big in a kitchen
does not excite me, Rose.

All right, that's it.
Out. Everybody out
of my kitchen.

Wait just a minute.
What's your name?

Chuy Castillos.

Oh, well.
Chuy, this isn't
your kitchen.

We own this hotel.

Yes.

Oh, right.

The old lady
told me that one.

Ha‐ha‐ha.

Look, I'm the chef here,
and everything
you've heard

about angry
Mexican chefs is true.

So, run, run from me
as fast as your legs
will take you.

How do like this so far?

You heard me. I said
get out of my kitchen.

Hey,
hold it, hold it,
hold it.

I run the kitchen.
I'm the boss.

You're the boss?
(chuckles)

I've broken piñatas
bigger than you.

Listen,
I'm the boss here.

Ask Roland,
the manager.

He made promises to me,

and when one man
makes another man promises,

well, it can go
one of two ways, but...

But the thing is,
I've been here
over a month,

and I've been
building up the business.

I make some of the finest
Mexican dishes around.

Forget it.
From now on,
we cook Italian.

The only way
you're making
a pizza in here

is if you put beans
and jalapeños on top

and call it nachos.

I'm in charge here,

and I say
we cook Italian.

And I say...

I quit.

Ha!

Sophia:
Uh...

Wait, wait.

I don't have
to cook Italian.

(door slams)

What do you mean
you can't get me
out of it?

You're my lawyer.
You got me into it.

The 27th?

That's in a week.

Oh, how could you have
made a mistake like this,
Mr. Boudro?

What do you mean
Haitian law
is different?

I just can't
believe this.

The profits
weren't real.

No. The owners
fired everybody.

They just kept me, Chuy,
and a part‐time maid.

So on paper,
it looked like they
were making a profit.

‐Oh!
‐They spruced the place up,
they made it look really good

that way
they could sell it.

And now if these travel agents
are anything less than happy,

they're going
to check out early.

We're not going
to make our bank note,

and we're going
to lose this place.

And I'm back
at Disney world

strapping on
the sneezy head.

God, now I have
to break the news
to the girls.

They told us
you were very successful,

they said you were
part of a chain.

Honey, the only kind
of chain I was ever part of,

I ain't going
to tell you about.

This should be
a piece of cannoli.

I used to cater
funerals in Sicily.

Of course, it wasn't
that difficult.

A couple of days before,

you get tipped off,
you start cooking.

Girls.

Oh, I'll just
come back later.

No, come on in,
Blanche.

We're making sauce.

Well, we have
a little problem here.

See, except for Roland
and that little boy

and, um,
one part‐time maid,

we're the only ones here.

So, we'll hire.

Well, we can't.
We don't have
the money.

What do you mean?

She means
we're up the creek.

Mahula.

Bust.

We have a dog here.

Where?

Here. The hotel.

There's no money.

We have nothing?

Um, if we don't make
the payment in a week,

we're going
to lose this place.

Oh, my God.

Oh, this is it.

This is my
worst nightmare.

Oh, I wish
Dorothy were here.

Honey, I'm afraid
even she couldn't
help us out of this.

No, but she could
beat the crap
out of you!

You said, "Let's buy
a hotel, girls.

"Run a little inn.

"Guests will come
from miles around.

"We'll never be lonely.

"We'll be rich,
we'll be happy,

We'll be featured
in Travel and Leisure."

Now listen here!

We did this together.

How could you
do this to us?

I didn't do it.
We all did it.

Now look,
I know you're
a little angry,

but we have no choice,
we have to make
this work.

It's the only
chance we have.

Don't you understand?

See, if we can just somehow
get through this week,

we can pay that note

and we can get
those travel agents
to give us recommendations.

But we have
no employees.

Then we'll just have
to do all the work,
won't we?

We're too old.

We're too old
to work that hard.

Oh, I hate you
for this, Blanche.

I just hate you.

Me too, Rose,
but we're too old
to lose everything,

so let's get to work.

There,
that's the spirit.

Oh, you'll see.

We'll all band together.

We'll be just like
the three musketeers.

By the end of this week,

you're going to say,
"Thank God
for Blanche Devereaux.

"This was her
wonderful idea.

Blanche Devereaux
delivered us into
this land of glory."

Maybe we don't
need Dorothy.

Maybe the two of us

can beat the crap
out of her.

Listen, man,
I've been carrying you
for more than a month now.

I mean,
what can I do?

Is something
a problem here?

Hello. I'm the new owner
Blanche Devereaux.

And you must be...

Oh, my God,
don't tell me.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.
I know, I know.

I've seen you
a million times
on television.

Um, oh,
I'm just dying.

This is
the pool man,
Brad.

Brad?

Oh, my goodness.
I love that name.

Brad!

Oh!

Well, Brad.
Do you, uh,

do you service
the pool yourself?

Oh, yes, Ma'am.

You mean,
I'd be seeing you
every week?

Yes, Ma'am.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Lying tramp.

Uh...now,
where were we?

Well, there's just
this small problem
about‐‐

With the payment.

Oh, I know.
I know.

Well, you see,
the funds
haven't been transferred

from the escrow account

into the non‐escrow
account.

And, well, the account
being Swiss...

Well, you're a pool man.

You probably
know all about
international banking.

Oh.

Well,
just a little bit.

Slut.

Could you let us have
just one more month?

I would personally
see to it

that you're very well
taken care of.

Well...

Guess another month
wouldn't hurt. (chuckles)

Depends on how rough
you are, Darling.

That travel agent
said this tastes funny.

Same one who complained
about the salad?

Right.

I've served
41 dinners tonight.

No one else
has complained.
Give me that.

He didn't like
this lamb chop,

maybe he'll like
this one.

I'm the chef.

I cannot tell you
how embarrassed I am

that our new waitress
served you that,
that lamb chop.

I'm so very, very sorry.

Well, it was
slightly dry.

And of course,
the center
should've been pink.

Dry? Pink?

Please,
the cat spit it
on the floor

and went to
the Fontainebleau.

The other one
wasn't so terrible.

It just didn't have
the je ne sais quoi.

The quoi.

I know.
Missing completely.

Now, this is good.

This is a lamb chop.

Okay, from now on
when they seat you,

you tell them that
Sophia the chef
takes care of you.

man:
Okay.

You are a lovely lady
and a splendid chef.

And you are a yutz.

Rose:
Good night.
Sleep well.

Where's the safe?

Oh, my.
Aren't you warm in that?

We wore those
in Minnesota

only on
the coldest days.

Where's the safe?

Oh, you want to put
your gun in the safe.

Of course. It would
never fit in those small
room safes we have.

The safe!

Well, I don't know
where the safe is.

I'll have to call
our manager, Roland.

‐No!
‐Oh, that's okay,
he won't mind.

Roland, I'm sorry
to wake you.

But we have a guest
here who wants to put
something in the safe

and I don't know
where the safe is.
Silly me.

Uh‐huh.

Uh, oh, okay,
thanks so much.

It'll just be
a few minutes.

Could I ask you
a question?

I mean,
the mask
is a tip‐off,

but are you
a first‐time visitor
to Miami?

What about the safe?

Oh, Roland's
on his way down.

‐(sighs)
‐Where are you going?

The Carlton.

Hello.
There's a male Caucasian,
six feet tall,

about a 175 pounds,

probably mid‐30s.

He's wearing a ski mask,
brown eyes,

prominent Adam's apple.

He's carrying
a .357 magnum,

and he's on his way
to the Carlton hotel.

Who am I?

Just a citizen
who isn't quite as stupid

as everybody thinks she is.

Oh, I'm sorry.
This is 411?

Well, could you give me
the number for 911?

25 dinners
in three hours.

I need help.

I'm back.

Dorothy?

Oh, it's you, Munchy.

The name's Chuy.

Munchy was just
a nickname.

Well,
what do you want?

(sighs) I want
my job back.

Look, I'm going through
a messy divorce,

and my ex‐wife
got everything‐‐

The house,
the savings.

You're breaking
my heart.

Come on, please.

I'm tired
of sleeping
in the car.

Well, sleeping in it
isn't bad.

It's entertaining
that's impossible.

You'll have to do
better than that.

Well, I don't know
how to say this, but...

I'm attracted to you.

You're in.

We can give you
your old salary
and a room.

I guess we'll cook
a little your way,

we'll cook
a little my way.

We'll work
something out.

But you got to
really pretend
you're attracted to me.

Oh! You got it,
beautiful. (chuckles)

You're a really
kind lady
to take me back.

How's everything
in here?

I feel pretty.

Oh, God,
I'm bushed.

Yeah, it's like
the old days for me.

Back on the farm.

How we used
to work so hard.

My mother,
my father,

all us kids.

That's how we'd
spend our lives.

And then we'd die.

Oh.

Girls, we did it.

We paid the debt.

We have another month.

And we have enough
to hire more help

and most of those
travel agents

said they'd gladly
recommend this place.

We did it!

Are you still
ticked‐off at me?

Oh for God sake,
will you knock it off?

I'm sick and tired
of this behavior.

You were in this
just as much as I was.
I saw you.

You worked hard.
You had fun.

You were happy.
Come on, admit it.

We were.

You almost killed me.

Nothing
could kill you.

Well, too much corn.

You know what
this means?

This means we have
a new, exciting life
ahead of us.

I know. Oh,
I don't think
I've felt this good

since before my girls
left home.

My favorite thing
was always turning
their bed down at night

and tucking them in

and making sure
they were feeling safe.

I turned down 42 beds
every night this week.

It was all I could do

not to go back
and tuck everybody in.

I felt like I had
a purpose again.

Well, I'm 88 and‐‐

You're 87.

‐What?
‐You're 87.

Okay.

I'm 87.

Dorothy is gone.

My friends
are either dead

or they fall asleep
while we're talking.

I haven't digested
an onion in 20 years.

So why go on?

I went on because
every morning
I woke up alive.

Now I wake up
because I got to
make ravioli.

I'm busy.

I got stuff.

Yeah, that's it.
That's it.

We all got stuff now.
New stuff.

I'm just so excited
running this place.

You know,
when we start
to advertise,

maybe we can use
my picture like
Leona Helmsley did.

Leona Helmsley
used your picture?

But girls,
isn't this
just the best?

‐Yes.
‐Yeah.

Hey...

To happiness.

To life.

To us!

Yeah.

‐(Blanche sighs)
‐Okay, now how does
this thing work again?

Well, traditionally,
we all just sit here,
eat cheesecake,

and bare our souls.

And sometimes
I tell a story

about my hometown
St. Olaf.

St. Olaf.

Hmm.
Sounds fascinating.

Tell us
about it.

Rookies.