(# "Iko Iko" by The Belle Stars)
# My grandma and your grandma sittin' by the fire
# My grandma said to your grandma "I'm gonna set your flag on fire"
# Talkin' 'bout hey now, hey now
# Iko iko unday
# Jockamo fina anane
# Look at my king all dressed in red
# Iko iko unday
# Bet you five dollars he'll kill you dead
# Jockamo fina anane
# Talkin' 'bout hey now, hey now
# Iko iko unday
# Jockamo fino anane
# Jockamo fina anane
# My flag boy and your flag boy sittin' by the fire
# My flag boy said to your flag boy "I'm gonna set your flag on fire"
# Talkin' 'bout hey now, hey now
# Iko iko unday
# Jockamo fina anane
# Hey now, hey now
# Jockamo fina anane
# Iko!
(woman speaking Italian)
(men talking loudly)
How many times you wash out with EPA?
- Just one or two more days. - Three times? You're on a roll.
Four cars, three times each.
That's zip for 12. What are you, a mechanic or a NASA engineer?
I told you I'd never dealt with Lamborghinis.
You assured me you could deliver these cars with that time frame.
- Don't tell me that, cos I'm not listening. - Sir, I hardly think that's necessary!
I'll explain that to my swing loan. I'm into him for 200.000.
That's thousand. Three zeros.
I got all my money in these cars, and if I don't get my money out, I am finished.
You have to understand our situation.
I got the sharks snapping at my heels here.
They could've taken my business 11 days ago.
I had to hold them off with a whip and a chair.
I know delivery is way overdue...
Fucking EPA! The world is choking on smog,
and they're gonna correct the situation by keeping my cars off the road?
Babbitt Collectibles.
Have you tried cash? How much can one of these EPA guys earn in a week?
- Mr. Wyatt. - Wyatt?
About the swing loan. He doesn't get the money by 5,30, he'll seize the cars.
- I'm gonna have to call you back. - Talk to Mr. Babbitt on this.
Tell him you watched me sign the cheque, then you gave it to the mail girl.
Come on, come on. I need this!
I wouldn't do that, sir, until you talk to Mr. Babbitt.
A number for him? No, he's on the road.
- He wants you to call him... - Charlie!
Tell him I'm on my way to Barbados, can he leave a number.
- Charlie! - What, Lenny? I'm here. Talk to me.
Mr. Bateman wants to back out on his car and wants to take Mr. Webb with him.
They found two cars at Valley Motors.
Tell him that was me on the other line. The paperwork will be here momentarily.
- You paying attention? - Yeah, I'm listening.
Tell them also that I'm knocking off five grand for their patience, understand?
- Are you sure that you've got it? - I've got it!
Mr. Bateman? That was Mr. Babbitt on the other line.
As it happens, the cars are passing emissions...
I mean, the cars have passed emissions. We're waiting for the EPA paperwork.
We'll have that momentarily, and because of your incredible patience,
we're going to knock off $5.000 on each car.
Yes, you've been most patient. We really appreciate your patience.
Well, thank you. Thank you.
- Ready for Palm Springs? - Charlie, you still want to go?
We're seconds away from closing this deal, clearing 75 grand.
- Not bad for a couple of phone calls. - Not bad at all!
- You know where to find us, right? - Right. I got it under control.
(# "Scatterlings of Africa" by Johnny Clegg)
Listen, I don't wanna be demanding you,
but could you possibly say ten or 12 words before we get to the hotel?
Hm? Consider it foreplay.
Can you include me in some of your thoughts?
I'm just thinking. You know, nothing special.
Maybe it's something we can talk about it, make a little conversation.
If there's something to talk about, Susanna, we'd be talking.
What's the big to-do about me thinking?
I just feel, I'm going away for a few days with someone. Call me crazy.
- OK. You wanna talk, let's talk. - I don't wanna talk!
I feel you're excluding me from what's going on. It's not that I wanna talk.
One of these again. How did we get back to one of these?
I don't know why I put up with all this.
You wanted to go to Palm Springs, and we're going.
- But I didn't want to go alone. I've been... - Susanna, you wanna talk, let's talk!
- Let's talk. - This is not talking, this is you...
(phone rings)
Yeah?
Charlie, this is Lenny. I've been trying to contact you for a while.
I got a long-distance call from Mr. Mooney, your father's lawyer.
He's been trying to reach you.
Your father has died, Charlie.
- Charlie? - Uh-huh?
I'm sorry. The funeral's tomorrow in Cincinnati. He said you'd know where.
- I've got his number. - That's not necessary. Anything else?
No, that's it. If there's anything I can do...
All right. (hangs up)
- Sorry about the weekend, hon. - Charlie, the weekend?
I told you before, we had a falling-out a long time ago.
My mother died when I was two. Him and me, we just didn't get along.
- You're going to the funeral, no? - Yeah.
- I'm coming with you. - That's really sweet,
- but there's no point. - I want to. That's the point.
All right. Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to.
...our believed neighbor, for our memory, admiration and respect for him
will live beyond the years of his life on earth.
Let us consecrate ourselves to follow his example of zest for life,
dedication to family, and charity to all.
And now, with sure and certain hope of resurrection life,
we commend to you the soul of our departed friend...
Just have to go over the details of the will tonight, then we're outta here.
I can wait in the car if you like.
(Susanna) Somebody should be watering those roses. They're dying.
I knew this car my whole life. Only drove it once.
It's a 1949 Buick Roadmaster convertible. Only 8.000 production models made.
Straight Eight. Fireball Eight.
The first full year of the Dynaflow transmission.
Know it by rote.
You were his only child.
You came along when he was, what, 45 or something?
He probably thought he was never going to have a son, so he had to love you.
I think you're exaggerating. You were his child, his son, his blood.
He doesn't look like a man who doesn't love his son.
What are you doing looking at this? Put that away! You wanna hear a story?
- Don't get mad. - The convertible in the garage?
- His baby. That and the goddamn roses. - Buick.
The car was off-limits. "That's a classic," he'd say. "It's not for children."
Tenth grade, I'm 16 years old, and for once I bring home a report card full of As.
I go to my old man. "Can I take the car out?"
Take the guys out, sort of a victory drive.
He says no. I take it anyway. I steal the keys, I sneak it out.
You took the car with no permission? Why? Why then?
Because I... I deserved it.
Nothing I did was good enough for this guy! Don't you understand?
We're on Columbia Parkway, four kids, we get pulled over.
An accident?
Uh... Pulled over... Whoo-whoo-whoo!
- What is "pulled over"? Police? - Yes, police.
- Can I finish? - Yes.
He called in to report a stolen car, not his son took the car without permission.
Just stolen.
The other guys' dads bail them out in an hour. He left me there two days.
- He left you in prison for two days? - Two days.
Were you scared?
Yeah, I was scared.
- Left home. I never saw him again. - Charlie, after a year we've been together,
this is the first time I've heard this story.
It's strange. I mean, how can you keep all this inside you
and not say anything?
When I was a kid and I got scared, the Rain Man would come and sing to me.
The Rain what?
One of those imaginary childhood friends.
- What happened to him? - Nothing. I just grew up.
Not so much.
"And I remember, too, the day you left home,
so full of bitterness and grandiose ideas, so full of yourself."
"Being raised without a mother, your heart's hardness is understandable."
"Your refusal to even pretend that you loved or respected me,
all these I forgive,
but your failure to write, to telephone, to re-enter my life in any way,
has left me without a son."
"I wish you all I ever wanted for you. I wish you the best."
"I hereby bequeath to my son, Charles Sanford Babbitt,
that certain Buick convertible,
the very car that unfortunately brought our relationship to an end."
"Also, outright title to my prize-winning hybrid rose bushes
to remind him of the value of excellence, and the possibility of perfection."
"As for my home and all other property, these shall be placed in trust,
in accordance with the terms of that certain instrument executed herewith."
What does that mean, the last part?
It means that the estate, in excess of $3 million after expenses and taxes,
will go into a trust fund for a beneficiary to be named in this document.
- Who? Who is that? - I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
- Who controls the money? You? - No, he's called a trustee.
What is that? How does that work?
Forgive me, but there's nothing more I can say.
I'm sorry, son. I can see you're disappointed.
Why should I be disappointed? I got rose bushes, didn't I?
I got a used car. Whatshisname... What'd you call him?
- The beneficiary. - Right.
He got $3 million, but not the rose bushes! I definitely got the rose bushes.
- Charles... - I definitely got the rose bushes.
- There is no need to... - To what? To be upset?
To be upset?
If there is a hell, sir, my father is in it,
and he is looking up right now, and he is laughing his ass off.
You wanna be his son for five minutes? Did you hear that letter?
- Were you listening? - Yes, sir, I was. Were you?
No. Could you repeat it? Cos I can't believe my fucking ears.
I was looking for you.
How did it go?
I got what I expected.
Susanna, this could take a few minutes.
Can I help you?
Yes, I think you can. I have a problem with a private trust...
- That's a terrific suit! - Thank you.
My father was Sanford Babbitt...
(Charlie) Is this Wallbrook?
Excuse me, is this Wallbrook? Excuse me.
Dr. Bruner is in conference. Would you like to wait in his outer office?
We'll stay here. Thank you.
Maybe we're not supposed to be looking around.
(TV) Good to have you here. Good luck to all three of you.
$20 starts you all off on a very important match.
In what 1980 comedy film did Goldie Hawn get away from it all?
Excuse me, please. I want to watch the TV. Please.
For whose grandson was the presidential retreat Camp David named?
- Lisa? - Eisenhower.
For David Eisenhower. And you've got another five. Ten-dollar lead for Lisa.
In days of yore, what would a swashbuckler keep in his sheath?
- (chatter) - (woman singing)
(sighs) Whatever this is, I don't understand the point of secrecy.
This patient is an old girlfriend of my father's?
- I knew your father since you were two. - The year my mother died.
I'm trustee of the fund, but this hospital receives nothing.
Maybe that's something we could discuss.
I took on this burden out of loyalty to your father. That's where my loyalty ends.
And you think I should feel that loyalty?
I think you feel cheated out of your birthright
by a man who had difficulty showing love.
I think if I were in your shoes I'd probably feel the same.
I was hoping you'd help me understand the right in what my father's done.
Because failing that, I have responsibilities of my own,
and they have to be met, even if that means a fight.
This is not your car, it's my boyfriend's.
(man) My dad lets me drive slow on the driveway. I'm an excellent driver.
Are you sure you drive this car?
Course, only 28 miles on the odometer since I drove it a week ago last Saturday.
- Should be more than 28 miles. - My boyfriend is coming.
Course, today's Monday. I always drive the car on Saturday, never Monday.
- Who is this guy? - I don't know. He jumped into the car.
- He can jump out. - I'm an excellent driver.
That's good. Come on! I don't have time for this shit.
- Why'd you let him get in? It's not a toy. - He says he drives this car.
Dad lets me drive slow on the driveway.
Course, the seats were originally brown leather. Now they're pitiful red.
You know, these seats were brown leather.
- You know this car? - I know this car.
How do you know this car?
A 1949 Buick Roadmaster Straight Eight. Fireball Eight.
Only 8.095 production models.
Dad lets me drive slow. But not on Monday. Definitely not on Monday.
- Who's your dad? - Sanford Babbitt.
10961 Beechcrest Street, Cincinnati, Ohio.
That's my address. What is it with this guy? Hey!
- Who's your mother? - Eleanor Babbitt.
Died January 5th, 1965, after a short illness.
- Who the hell are you? - Uh-oh!
- Wait a second. Where are you going? - 13 minutes to The People's Court.
- Hold it. I want to ask you a question! - "What you are witnessing is real."
- Hey, I'm talking to you! - (muttering)
Bruner, who is this guy?
Raymond is your brother.
(Raymond muttering)
My brother? I don't have a brother.
...have your dispute settled in our forum of People's Court. Dah-dah-dah-dah.
People's Court. Dah-dah-dah-dah. The People's Court.
(TV) "The People's Court".
Hello. I'm Doug Llewellyn, and welcome to "The People's Court".
- Is he crazy? - No.
- Is he retarded? - Not exactly.
- But he's here. - He's an autistic savant.
I don't know what that means.
They used to be called "idiot savants".
They have certain deficiencies, certain abilities.
- He's retarded. - Autistic. Actually, high-functioning.
What does that mean?
There's a disability that impairs sensory input and how it's processed.
English here. You're talking over my head.
He has a problem communicating and learning.
He can't express himself, or understand his own emotions in a traditional way.
...with the clipboard, and after that, the dog bit him.
I yelled at my dog. The dog lay down...
There are dangers everywhere for Raymond.
Routines, rituals- it's all he has to protect himself.
Rituals. That's a good one.
It's the way he acts, sleeps, eats, uses the bathroom, walks, talks - everything.
Any break from the routines, and it's terrifying.
- How long has he been here? - Let's see. I came here in 1960...
- No, how old is he? - He was 18 or 20 then. I'd have to check.
- You've been here that long? - That's when I started.
'65, '75, '85... I was almost three years old, and you knew I was his brother.
Yes, but what's the point?
The fuckin' point is, why didn't anyone tell me I had a brother?
What would you have done about it?
I don't know.
Does he know how much money he's been left?
No, he doesn't understand the concept of money.
He doesn't understand the concept of money?
He's just inherited $3 million, he doesn't understand the concept?
That is fuckin' poetic, don't you think?
Good old Dad.
(Raymond) Then who's playing first? Yes. I mean the fella's name playing first base.
- Who. What are you asking me for? - What is this? Why is he doing that?
Whenever he gets nervous, he does "Who's on First?" - Abbott and Costello.
It's his way of dealing with you touching his books and stuff.
- So he memorized "Who's on First"? - Yeah. That among other things.
Raymond. Ted Kluzevski.
Kluszewski. Ted Kluszewski. "Big Klu". First base.
- He played for Cincinnati. - He was traded for Dee Fondy, 1957.
- Lifetime batting average 298... - He reads, huh?
Reads and remembers whatever he gets his hands on.
Oh! Oh!
Oh, Vern! V-E-R-N!
Course, these people are going to be here all day.
This is an unannounced visit. This is definitely not a weekend visit!
He's getting anxious. It's OK, Ray!
Vern! Oh... Uh-oh. You're...
- This is an unannounced visit. - He said not to touch the books.
- Not to touch books. - You like Shakespeare?
I don't know.
- Did you read all this? - I don't know.
- Did you read Macbeth? Hamlet? - I don't know. Vern!
- Twelfth Night? - Stop it!
- Yes. - Yes?
You read all the stories in this book, and you don't know if you read the book?
- I don't know. V-E-R-N. - You don't know?
Maybe you'd better put it back.
You don't know. OK. No, Ray, take it easy, I'm not gonna...
I won't touch anything else.
It's OK, Ray. Come on. My main man!
Vern, my main man. My main man Vern.
- It's OK, Ray. - Yeah.
- My main man. - Yeah, my main man.
Here are your cards. I'm sorry. I didn't know where you wanted me to put them.
Are-are-are you taking any prescription medication?
(laughs) He likes you. That's just his way of showing it.
- Uh-oh. - But I touched him, he pulled away.
Don't take it personal. He never touched me.
I'm closer to him than anybody. I've known him for nine years.
It's not in him. If I left town tomorrow and didn't say goodbye, he'd never notice.
(Susanna) He wouldn't notice?
I'm not sure, but I don't think people are his first priority.
Hey, Ray, you want to go take a walk? Hm? Ray?
Ray? Can he hear us when he's like that?
You want to show your brother your ducks?
Course, it's 27 minutes to Jeopardy.
Don't worry, Ray. We'll bring you right back.
- Practically 26 minutes to Jeopardy. - We'll bring him right back.
(Susanna) I won't do it. I won't do it!
First of all, because of this tone of voice, this commanding...
You're upset. Just calm down. Raymond, I'm gonna talk to Susanna.
- Bye, Raymond. - Susanna! Just hold on.
I'll be right back. No, just stay.
Just stay there.
No, Raymond. Raymond. Raymond! Raymond! Just stay there.
Just stand still, OK? That's... that's good.
I'll do it if you tell me why. Why do I do... Ohh!
- What? - Why do I have to take the car
and go down there and wait for you again at the gate?
- I've been waiting for you for days. Why? - It's for Raymond. The car disturbs him.
- That's why? - That's why.
- (Susanna mutters in Italian) - OK, Raymond.
What are you looking at, Ray? The ducks are over here.
I don't know.
Listen, our father died last week.
- Did they tell you? - I don't know.
You don't know if they told you, or you don't know what dead is?
That means he's gone. He's at the cemetery.
- You wanna go see him at the cemetery? - I don't know.
- Does that mean maybe you wanna go? - I don't know.
I live in Los Angeles. I thought maybe you'd like to see a Dodgers game.
- Go... go see the Dodgers play. - Today's an off day.
- We don't have to go today. - No game scheduled.
I just thought maybe you'd like to go see Fernando Valenzuela pitch.
Fernando Valenzuela's not scheduled to pitch till Wednesday.
He's gonna pitch on Wednesday? I'm not doing anything on Wednesday.
- Wednesday. - Let's go to LA.
Yeah.
Come on, Ray.
Course, it's a long way to California,
and I'm definitely not supposed to be off the grounds for more than two hours.
- Have to be back in two hours. - Wait till you get there.
- People, crowds cheering. You'll love it. - Have to be back in two hours.
(tires drone)
(hums monotonously)
Here's the presidential suite.
- Dinner's at 6,30 P.M.. - And to the left is Raymond's room.
- Look at this big beautiful room. - This is definitely not my room.
- It's just for tonight. - I have to go back to Wallbrook.
Little guy! Whoa! This is gonna be terrific. We're brothers.
Dr. Bruner wants us to spend time together. We're gonna have some fun.
Course, we have tapioca pudding for dessert.
We can work tapioca pudding. I'm gonna call Lenny.
Course, this is not my room, and the bed's in the wrong place.
- That's definitely not my bed. - You can move it.
- Where do you want it? - Should be near the window.
Course, I don't have my books. Course, there are no bookshelves.
I'm definitely... I'm going to be bookless.
Here's a book. Big telephone book. Lot of words.
Lenny, pick up, will you?
I got $200.000 about to go in the shithouse and he won't answer the phone.
- Six here means it's nine there. - No, three.
6,30 P.M. is dinner...
It's three o'clock, and he doesn't answer the phone?
Orange soda.
Has to be in a can with a straw...
Bruner told you that you should do this? It doesn't make sense to me.
I know what's good for him.
Uh-oh! Uh-oh! V-E-R-N!
Oh, God. Go see what he's doing, will you?
- Ray? - V-E-R-N!
- What is it? - What's happening, homes?
- Uh-oh. - Everything is fine.
- Charlie, let's take him home. Come on. - No, he's OK.
Get him some dinner, he'll be OK. What'd you say, you wanted hamburger?
- Hamburger, Ray? Huh? - We have pepperoni pizza Monday night.
Pizza? You get pizza in the institution?
Course, Monday night's Italian night.
- Mitchell and Mitchell. - Get me Stu. It's Charlie Babbitt.
I'm sorry, he's not here.
- Where is he? I got a legal problem. - He's out of town until tomorrow.
All right, I'll call him tomorrow.
We're not allowed to watch TV during dinner.
- Definitely not. - We can watch TV here.
- We're allowed. - Yeah.
Wheel... of... Fortune!
Look at this studio, filled with glamorous merchandise,
fabulous and exciting bonus prizes.
A pair of cars for today's busy couple,
thousands of dollars in cash.
Over $150.000 just waiting to be won
as we present our big bonanza of cash
on... Wheel... of... Fortune!
Room service? 321. I'd like to order a large pizza. Pepperoni, right?
I don't want pepperoni.
That's right, a large pepperoni. How long's it gonna take?
Bring some beer for two, and an orange soda.
- You got tapioca pudding? - No, sir.
Just bring the closest thing. All right. Right.
Here, Ray. Take this. Food is coming shortly.
- I'll be right back. - Yeah.
Course, I'm going to be here for a long time, a very long time.
Cos I'm gone for good... gone for good from my home.
(faint moaning)
(Susanna moans)
(Charlie grunts)
(imitates Susanna's moans)
(moans)
- (Charlie grunts) - Ohh! Ohh!
(Susanna) Oh! Sė! Sė!
(Raymond) Sė.
(moaning/grunting continues)
- (Susanna) Ohh! - (Raymond groans)
- (Charlie) Uhh! - (Raymond) Uh-huh.
- What is that? - I think Raymond is in the room.
- What? Raymond, are you in here? - Charlie... Charlie Babbitt.
Well, get out! Get out!
- Go! - Stop it!
Uh-oh.
- Jesus... - Stop it. Go in there with him.
Charlie, he's your brother. He's afraid.
He doesn't understand this. Come on. Go in there!
What were you doing in my room? What were you doing in my room?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
Course, there were noises.
Those noises are none of your business. You understand? Huh?
Put the phone book down. Stop acting like an idiot and go to sleep.
- Go to sleep! - It's nine minutes to 11.
- Lights out at 11. - Yeah? Well, new rules.
You don't listen to me! This is...
- What are you talking about? - I asked you to apologize.
- You insulted him again! - Am I supposed to tuck him in?
You're his brother. They tell you today for the first time you have a brother.
I don't see in your face one reaction.
I'm not saying joy, I'm saying something!
- You don't know what I'm going through. - No, because you don't tell me anything.
- You just give me lies! Lies, lies! - Lies? What lies?
This thing that Dr. Bruner asked you to bring him here, this is bullshit.
So why don't you tell me. Why is he here?
- Because I'm pissed at my father. - So you bring Raymond here. Why?
- Cos I got him, and they want him! - This makes no sense!
Raymond was left all the money- $3 million, every penny of it.
- So? - So I'll keep him till I get my half!
I deserve that!
What is this? Huh? Susanna?
- Take it easy. - I've had enough!
You've had enough? What does that mean?
- I'm leaving. - You're leaving?
You're leaving me now? I need you. I need you now!
- You need nobody. - What does that mean? What?
Just take it easy. What is my crime here? Huh?
You use people! You're using Raymond, you're using me!
- You use everybody! - Raymond! Raymond, am I using you?
- Am I using you? - Yeah.
Shut up! He is answering a question from a half-hour ago!
What good is $3 million to him? It's gonna sit there for the rest of his life.
I need that money! You know I do.
You need it, so it's hardly like stealing! Then what happens to Raymond?
He'll go back to Wallbrook, or a better place. I'll put him in a better place.
What's the difference? He'll be just the same!
- Only you'll have his money! - His money?
That man was my father, too. Where's my fucking half?
- I'm entitled to it! - You've kidnapped this man!
I did not take him. I did not take him. I took my half!
- You're crazy! - It runs in the family.
You're soaking wet and you're gonna leave in the middle of the night? Wait!
My father stuck it to me all my life. What do you want from me?
I want out. Out!
(muttering "Who's on First?")
(Raymond mutters "Who's on First?")
(muttering)
- Stop it. - Good morning!
- Coffee? - Yes. That'd be good.
Sally Dibbs. Dibbs, Sally. 461-0192.
- How did you know my phone number? - How'd you know that?
You said read the telephone book. Dibbs, Sally. 461-0192.
He remembers things, little things, sometimes.
Very clever, boys. I'll be right back.
- How'd you do that? How'd you do that? - I don't know.
- Did you memorize the whole book? - No.
How far did you get?
"G". Gottsaken. William Marshall Gottsaken.
- You memorized to "G"? - Yeah, "G".
A, B, C, D, E, F, G?
"G". Half of "G."
- That's good, Ray. - Yeah.
- I like that. - Yeah.
- Are you hungry? - Yeah. Tuesday we have pancakes.
- That sounds good. - With maple syrup.
- You bet your butt. - Bet your butt.
- Uh-oh. Uh-oh... - They got pancakes.
- What is this, Ray? - Course, I don't have my toothpicks.
You don't need them. That was OK in the hotel with the pizza.
In here you eat with a fork.
- I don't have my toothpicks. - You don't need them.
- You're gonna eat with a fork. - I don't have my maple syrup either.
- You don't see any pancakes, do you? - The problem is, maple syrup is not here.
Ray, when we order the pancakes, they're gonna bring the maple syrup.
Maple syrup is supposed to be on the table before the pancakes.
We haven't ordered yet.
When they bring it after, it'll definitely be too late.
How is that going to be too late? We haven't ordered the pancakes yet.
We'll be here the entire morning with no maple syrup and no toothpicks.
I'm definitely not gonna... not gonna have my pancakes without...
- Ow! - Don't make a scene.
- Ow! - Stop acting like a fucking retard.
Uh-oh.
What is this? What are you writing?
What is it? What the fuck is this?
"Serious injury list. Charlie Babbitt."
"Serious injury list"? Are you fuckin' kidding me?
N-N-N-Number 18 in 1988.
"Squeezed and pulled and hurt my neck in 1988."
Squeezed and pulled and hurt your neck in 1988?
- Dr. Bruner, it's Charlie Babbitt. - Where are you, son?
- What matters is who I'm with. - You have to bring him back, Mr. Babbitt.
No problem whatsoever. That'll be $1,5 million. I just want my half.
- Raymond, don't touch that. It's dirty. - I can't do that. You know I can't.
Just bring him back, and bring him back now. This is where he belongs.
I'm his brother. It's... it's not kidnapping here, is it?
He's always been a voluntary patient, but that's beside the point.
This is where he can get the best care. We're talking about his wellbeing.
Let's cut through the bullshit, OK? I'm entitled to part of my father's estate.
If you don't want to cut a deal, I'll fly him to Los Angeles,
stick him in an institution out there, and we can have a custody battle.
Miss? He needs toothpicks. Can you help him? Thank you very much.
You want to battle me in the courts? Think about that, Dr. Bruner.
- Or we can cut a deal right now. - I don't think you have any idea...
Toothpicks. He needs some toothpicks. Can we just get him some toothpicks?
And I cannot make any money deals with you.
Then I'll see you in court.
I'll have the check. Sorry about the toothpicks.
82, 82, 82.
82 what, Ray?
- How much is this? - Toothpicks.
It's a lot more than 82 toothpicks.
Course, 246 total.
Keep the change.
- How many toothpicks were in there? - Um...
- 250. - Pretty close. Let's go, Ray.
246.
- There's four left in the box. - Course, I have to get my backpack.
(radio) 97-X, the future of rock and roll.
(Ray) 97-X. Bam!
The future of rock and roll.
97-X. Bam!
The future of rock and roll.
97-X.
Bam! The future of rock and roll.
Ray, Ray, Ray. Enough already.
- Change the channel. - 97-X.
Bam! The future of rock and roll.
97-X. Bam! The future of rock and roll.
Lenny, I don't care what you think. Did they say that?
You're gonna have to be more forceful. Lenny, shut up! I am in serious trouble.
I can't get to these cars. I can't get the money.
Do you understand that? My loan is past due!
I'll call the loan office and tell them we have a little problem.
- Listen, Charlie. Let me talk to Wyatt... - Lenny, just listen.
I'll be in LAX in three hours. Remember, the Buick is in A-3, main terminal.
Make sure they pick it up. All right. See you in a few.
(woman over PA) Will Dr. Baker, Dr. Angus Baker,
please pick up a white courtesy phone.
Raymond, let's go. Come on.
Ray! Ray! Let's go. Come on.
- What were you watching? - I don't know.
- You don't know? - No.
(PA) Final call for flight 1559, service to Salt Lake City and Los Angeles.
- Now departing at gate 15. - Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh. There's an airplane out there. - And everybody's boarding. Let's go.
- Airline travel's very dangerous. - Don't be silly.
You're gonna love this. Trust me. Come on.
Oh, no.
Ray, we're in an airport. People fly out of airports.
What did you think we were doing here?
In 1987, there were 30 airline accidents. 230 fatalities, 211 definitely passengers.
This plane is very safe. I've got to get to LA, and I don't have time for this shit.
- I-I-I don't know. - You don't know?
- No. - Is it this airline?
- Yeah. - Is it this airline?
OK. Fine. We can, uh... There's an American plane.
American flight 625 crashed April 27th, 1976.
- We don't have to take American. - Yeah, pick another airline.
Continental.
Continental crashed November 15th, 1987. Flight 1713. 28 casualties.
- This is very serious. - Very serious.
I have to get to Los Angeles. So you're gonna get on that plane, understand?
- You're gonna have to get on a plane. - Yeah, get on a plane.
- Now, there's a... there's a Delta. - Yeah.
It leaves at midnight. But how's Delta?
Delta crashed August 2nd, 1985. Lockheed L-1011.
Dallas-Fort Worth. Terrible wind shear...
All airlines have crashed at one time or another.
- That doesn't mean they are not safe. - Qantas.
Qantas never crashed.
- Qantas? - Never crashed.
- That's going to do me a lot of good. - Never crashed.
Qantas doesn't fly to LA out of Cincinnati.
You've got to get to Melbourne, Australia, to get the plane that flies to Los Angeles!
Canberra's the capital. 16,2 million population. Very lovely beaches.
You and I are gonna get on this fucking plane!
(screams)
We're not gonna take the plane. He's OK!
We're not gonna take the plane. Just...
Just relax. He was upset.
We're not gonna take the plane. We're not gonna fly, OK?
No flying.
- We're not gonna fly. - No flying.
- You tire me, Ray. - Yeah.
We're gonna drive to Los Angeles. We're gonna drive to LA. OK? Come on.
Ray, come on. Come on. Here.
- No flying. - Just grab the fucking bag.
No flying.
You're killing me, man. I just want you to know, you are killing me.
I gotta be in LA in three hours, it's gonna take me three days.
Come on.
- No flying. - No flying.
- Course, I got Jeopardy at five o'clock. - Don't start with that, Ray.
Got Jeopardy at five o'clock.
- Dispatch, this is 109. - Go ahead, 109.
See if you can get another unit up here for point control.
10-40.
Uh-oh.
- Ray? - Yeah, there's a...
- Get in the car! - There's a lot of danger on this highway.
Just get in the car. Are you crazy? We'll be out of this in a second.
That's good. It's OK.
That's right. We'll be out of here in a few seconds. That's good, Ray.
- Definitely a fatal accident. - Uh-huh. Ray?
Hey! We don't need your help. Go back to your car.
- (honking) - Just a minute!
Ray! Ray! Ray!
Ray!
There's nothing to see here. Go back and get in your car.
- Yes, sir. - Go back and get in your car!
Just stay there by the side, OK, Raymond?
- Listen, Ray. Just stay there! - Yeah. Definitely a lot of traffic.
Hell of a lot of work for $3 million. I should just get the hell outta here.
- (honking) - Yeah, I hear you!
Stay in your cars, please!
- What's it gonna be, Ray? - This is a very dangerous highway.
- How am I gonna get to LA? - Course, this interstate's very dangerous.
- You want to get off the highway? - Yeah.
Well, you gotta get in the car!
In 1986, 46.400 male drivers were definitely involved in fatal accidents.
I got an idea. I got a great idea.
Stay in front of the car till we get off the exit.
You'll get in, and we'll take a not-so-dangerous road.
- Is that an idea? - Yeah.
Give me five, Ray! That's a great idea! Give me five! Yeah.
This guy's a fucking fruitcake.
I'm asking you who's on first. That's the man's name. Whose name? Yes.
Well, go ahead and tell me. Who. The guy on first. Who.
The first baseman. Who is on first.
Whose wife? Yes. After all, the man earns it.
Who does? Absolutely. What's the guy's name on first base?
No. What is on second base. I'm not asking who's on second.
Who's on first. That's what I'm trying to find out.
- Get the hell in the car! - Yeah, get in the car.
Get in the car. Course, I have to be in bed by 11.
Lights out at 11. Have to watch TV.
Course, now it's almost 19 minutes to 11. I have to be in bed at 11.
Don't start. We're not on the interstate.
I'm on some shit secondary road, I gotta make up some time.
I gotta get to LA. I should have been there this afternoon. My business needs me.
Definitely watch TV, but you have to be in bed at 11.
- Forget it. - Uh-oh. 19 minutes to 11.
This is a good one. "We don't go out when it rains."
I hope you appreciate this, because my business is going down the fucking toilet.
I should be in LA.
Instead, I'm in the Honeymoon Haven Motel, Bumblefuck, Missouri,
because you won't go out when it rains.
It's mystifying. Fuckin' mystifying.
What is this? Good news, bad news?
We passed DOT but failed EPA. It all ends up the same. I can't get my money.
I'm stuck in Cincinnati since the funeral. So many left over details.
My family is, needless to say, quite overwhelmed.
Well, thank you. I appreciate it. It is a shock, to say the least.
Thank you. Can I get an extension on that loan?
Just a couple of days would make a world of difference.
"We don't go out when it's raining."
(rock music soundtrack on TV)
What? Speak up, Lenny. I bought time. I didn't buy that kind of time.
- You're gonna have to... How much? - It's 12,30.
- What? - Lunch is 12,30.
- What do you want for lunch? - Wednesday's fish sticks.
- Green lime Jell-O for dessert. - You want another apple juice?
Orange soda. Oh! It's 12,31.
I gotta go. He's starting to rock and moan.
- Definitely 12,31. - It's OK.
- You'd better give me that gun. - Where is he?
- How did you figure to frame him?
Framed? Who's been framed?
Four fish sticks. There's supposed to be eight. There's only four.
Eight?
There's eight.
Take a shower, Ray? Hm?
- Ray. You take a shower, right? - Yeah.
It's the same thing as the rain - you get a little wet. What do you say? Huh?
- Course, the shower's in the bathroom. - That's the end of that conversation.
- Go again. - British Poetry for 200, please.
Shakespeare wrote over 150 poems in this 14-line form.
"What is a sonnet?"
What is a sonnet? Let's try Double Letters for 200, please.
The last word in the pledge of allegiance.
- Mark. - What is "stands"?
Stu, legally, Bruner never established a conservatorship of Raymond?
He didn't figure anyone would contest his authority.
If that's the case, I definitely will get custody and the $3 million.
You set up a date... you set up a date for the custody hearing.
Stu, I want a firm date, and I want it early.
It wasn't an original record, because the original song had two verses...
Lenny, she hasn't come in? She hasn't called?
If you see her or hear from her, tell her to call me.
(banging on TV)
The Air Alpha Force. From Nike.
Would you look at that. 1957 Studebaker Golden Hawk.
Zero to 60 in under eight seconds. 275 supercharged horsepower.
- Beautiful. - I'm an excellent driver.
- You know how to drive? - Yeah.
- When did you drive? - I drove the Buick
when my dad came to Wallbrook.
- Was Dad in the car, Ray? - Yeah.
- He let you drive the Buick? - Yeah, slow, on the driveway.
We'll have to let you drive sometime.
- (Raymond sounds horn) - Raymond!
Never touch the steering wheel when I'm driving! You hear me?
Yeah. Course, I don't have my underwear.
- What? - I'm definitely not wearing my underwear.
- I gave you a fresh pair of mine. - Not my underwear.
I told you to put them on. Where are they?
They're in the pocket of my jacket.
- Where? - Here. These... these are too tight.
- I don't want them back. - These are not boxer shorts.
- What's the difference? - These are Hanes 32.
My boxer shorts have my name in. It says "Raymond".
- We'll pick you up a pair of boxer shorts. - I get mine in Kmart, Cincinnati.
We're not going back to Cincinnati.
- 400 Oak Street. - You don't have to go to Cincinnati.
- That's Oak and Burnett. Kmart. - What did I say, Ray?
You hear me. I know you hear me! You don't fool me with this shit.
- Yours are too tight. - Ray, did you fuckin' hear what I said?
- Shut up! - Yeah.
Cincinnati's a long way off. We're getting further away from Kmart.
You don't have to go to Cincinnati to get underwear.
- Kmart. 400 Oak Street. - We are not going to Cincinnati.
- I get my boxer shorts at Kmart. - Did you hear me?
I don't wanna be shortless.
(Charlie yells)
I'm going out of my mind! Out of my mind!
What difference does it make where you buy underwear?
What difference does it make? Underwear is underwear!
It is underwear wherever you buy it! In Cincinnati or wherever!
- Kmart. - You know what I think, Ray?
I think this autism is a bunch of shit!
Cos you can't tell me you're not in there somewhere!
(Ray) Boxer shorts. Boxer shorts at Kmart.
These are Hanes 32 Mine are boxer shorts.
You're driving me crazy. We'll have to make a stop, find a psychiatrist.
- Cos you are driving me crazy. - Oak and Burnett.
We have to buy them at Kmart. Oak and Burnett.
Uh-oh! Course, your shorts are on the highway.
Let's go back to Cincinnati and Kmart.
(train horn)
(bell ringing)
Good luck trying to find a shrink in this town.
Raymond?
(honking)
Hey, you! Dipshit! Move it!
You ain't gonna move, I'll move you. Hey, buddy! Hey, you!
- You're gonna get run over. - Whoa! Whoa! Hey!
You're gonna get hurt. Hey, you hear me? Hey! Hey!
- Move it! - Hey! It's all right! It's all right!
I'm sorry. He's from out of town. Raymond, come on.
- It's all right. - Got to get to Kmart.
Raymond, Raymond, Raymond. Come on.
Kmart. 400 Oak Street.
- It said "Don't Walk." - Yes, it's broken.
(honking)
I have to get to Kmart. 400 Oak and Burnett. Oak and Burnett.
He said "Young man, go West. Go West."
This is the way our country developed, from the East Coast to the West Coast.
During that period of time...
(camera clicks)
...there was initiated what is known as the pony express.
I'm sure all of you have read something about it.
I may not have the days exactly right, or the years,
but I'm more or less familiar with the history of the United States,
- and I'd love to tell you the story... - He's artistic?
- No. He's autistic. - I'm not familiar with that.
What is the exact nature of the problem?
Well, he lives in a world of his own.
I'm sorry, but what's wrong with him?
- It was a problem getting mail... - Raymond, do "What's on First?"
Who's on first. What's on second.
They set up a national programme,
where a pony express would ride for approximately 20 miles...
(Charlie) What am I supposed to do? There's gotta be something I can do.
I'm not a psychiatrist, but I do know his brain doesn't work like other people.
If he's getting on your nerves, just take a break. Spend some time away from him.
- Sure. I'll just send him back. - Sorry?
Nothing. It's just an... inside joke.
You're telling me I just have to deal with this stuff? I just got to deal with it.
- Yeah, that's about it. - (Charlie sighs)
Out of curiosity, does he have any special abilities?
He's got a pretty good memory. He counts toothpicks.
- Huh? - They spilled a box of toothpicks,
and he took one look at 'em and counted them in seconds.
- Ray! Raymond! - Yeah.
- Are you good with numbers? - Yeah.
I want to try something here.
- Kmart, 400 Oak Street. - I told you, after this. After this.
- Ray, can we try something? - Yeah.
Do you know how much 312... times... 123 is?
38.376.
- He's right. - What?
He's right.
Ray, how much is 4,343
times 1.234?
5.359.262.
- He's a genius. - That's right.
He's a genius.
Ray, do you know how much the square root of 2.130 is?
46,15192304.
- (Ray) 2304. - (Charlie) That's amazing.
That is amazing. He should work for NASA or something.
If you had a dollar, and you spent 50 cents,
how much money would you have left?
About 70.
- 70 cents? - So much for the NASA idea.
- Kmart. Should go to Kmart. - After this, Ray.
- Ray. - 400 Oak Street.
Ray, do you know how much a candy bar costs?
- About $100. - $100, huh?
- Yeah. - How about a new compact car?
About $100.
In his case, he's pretty well-off. He's very high-functioning.
Most autistics, they can't speak and they can't communicate.
- Ray! - Yeah.
- Do you know what "autistic" is? - Yeah.
- You know that word? - Yeah.
Are you autistic?
I don't think so.
No, definitely not.
Lenny, shut up. Let me see if I understand this.
- Very small here. - It's $10.000 additional for each car?
- Course, it's very crowded. - Ray, please. One little second.
Huh? What?
They want to take out the manifold to put in a fuel injection system? Now?
That is nonsense!
What are you doing? Just leave this on!