You spoke to Toby?
Yeah.
I didn't have the heart to remind her
who she was talking about.
You... you talked to my wife?
Well, forget about it.
She's probably just telling people she likes.
Don't tell me she's pregnant.
Knocked up like a cheerleader.
I suppose now you're going to want to be godfather.
Hey... I can't be the father and the godfather.
You got to goddamn do something.
Great white hunter make baby.
Well, big guy,
down to some business, here.
I understand you got this Victorian
- that you're going to remodel. - No way.
It'll give us six months work...
- most of it indoors. - Forget about it.
I got my son to worry about now.
Don't even waste your breath, Sully.
Victorian house is a big job.
I need guys with two good knees
and at least a half a brain between them.
Guy with half a brain wouldn't work for you.
Drop it.
I should've known better than to bring it up to someone like you.
Come on, hotshot.
That rattrap of yours still standing over on Bowdin?
Why?
Come on.
Let's go take a look at it.
I got an idea I want to talk to you about.
Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
You know who he reminds me of?
You.
Yeah, he is pretty well hung at that.
Stay down here for a second, will you, Will?
Watch your step, Grandpop.
Hey, hey, Sully.
Hey, Sully, wait a minute.
Why don't you just break one of the windowpanes
and reach inside and unlock the door.
I know what I'm doing, okay?
Don't say a word.
Excuse me.
I don't know.
I may owe Rub an apology.
He may not be the dumbest man in Bath.
Goddamn, Sully, you could've saved this place.
Could've fixed it up a little bit, rented it out.
Hell, you could've sold it... put the money in your own pocket.
But you just let it rot.
Just so you could stick it to your old man?
What's he been dead, 30, 35 years?
You still keeping score?
Well, here's the good news: You won.
This could be your crowning achievement, Sully.
All right, I'll make you a deal.
You sell me this flooring here, at a reasonable price,
and I'll let you and the other two stooges
work on the Victorian house.
Sully.
You okay?
Take it.
What?
Take it. Just...
Pull out whatever you want.
Give the money to Peter, okay?
Hey, where's that little kid?
Will?
You didn't think I forgot you, did you?
Well, I... I didn't mean to.
You want to go inside
and see where I grew up?
You'd like it.
Okay, you decide.
You can come inside with me or...
or you can go back and see your dad.
Okay.
Okay, which?
Go see Dad.
Sure. Okay. Let's go.
Your dad's right over there, okay?
Hey.
It's okay.
You forgot him?
Well, it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes.
Yeah, well it probably seemed like longer to him.
Probably seemed like... forever to him.
You know, you... God, I should've known.
You're never going to change, are you?
I'd like to talk to Will.
I'd like to talk to my grandson.
Hey, hotshot.
Kind of messed up today, didn't I?
I mean, you were pretty scared, weren't you?
You know what I used to do
when I was your age and I got scared?
I'd try to be brave for exactly a minute,
and the next time,
I'd try to be brave for two minutes.
What were you scared of?
I don't remember, but, hey...
when you get to be my age, you won't remember either.
Here.
You can time yourself with it.
The big hand'll go around once... that'll be a minute.
Goes around again... that'll be two minutes.
Then you can tell how long you've been brave.
Here.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Can I ask you a question?
Why'd you do it...
walk out on us?
Oh... how the hell do I know?
It was...
a mistake.
Me and your mother was just a mistake.
What would you like me to say?
I was a rotten father?
Well, I wasn't around enough for that, remember?
Not around. Not ever.
Satisfied?
Well...
if you're not a father to me,
how come you're a grandfather to Will?
'Cause you got to start someplace.
You alive in there, old girl?
Didn't die in your sleep, di...
Well, what happened? What did he say?
If I tell you, will you promise not to tell my son about it?
No, I can't do that.
Well, then, I won't tell you.
Let's go.
No, I can do that.
All right, I won't tell him.
Now, what happened?
It was a stroke.
A what?
A stroke. Just a tiny one.
It's not uncommon in people of my age,
but he gave me medication, and he said if I'm careful,
there's no reason I shouldn't live for a long time.
I'm calling Clive Jr. Right now.
No, no, Donald, you promised.
He's your son. He's got a right.
Donald.
If you tell Clive about this, he'll put me in a rest home,
and there'll be nothing I can do about it.
You know I'm right about that.
And if he did...
I don't think I could bear it.
Okay, but...
you're going to...
need someone who can really look after you.
I have someone to look after me.
No, no, I don't think so.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Do you still bet on that horse race of yours?
What, the trifecta?
Yes. Has it ever come in?
Not yet.
But you still bet on it.
Well, sure, I mean,
the odds have got to kick in sooner or later.
Fine... that's exactly the way I feel about you.
Now, will you please
drive me home?
Thank you, Donald.
Wish you hadn't told me those were rats down there.
Know what else I wish?
What?
I wish some big old company would moved to town,
pay us a lot of money.
We could work indoors.
No more Carl Roebuck.
Know what I really wish?
I really wish Peter'd quit calling me "Sancho."
I hate that name.
Fact is, I wish Peter'd just flat go away.
What?
I said, I wish Peter'd go on back to his own home.
I liked it better when it was just the two of us.
I hate it the way you talk to him all the time.
You know, used to be you and me'd go places together.
Now he's always there.
He's my son.
Shh. He's coming.
Hey, Sancho.
See what I mean?
- Any luck? - Yeah.
I think I found a place.
- Hey. - What place?
Two bedroom apartment for me and Will.
It's in a nice neighborhood,
rent's not too bad.
You mean, you're... you're going to stay?
Yeah. Pretty much made up my mind.
He's going to... stay here, work with us from now on?
Looks like it.
Well, wh...
there's not enough work for the three of us.
Why don't you let me worry about that.
Well, I don't like it.
You don't have to like it.
Hey, Sully, could I have a beer?
What are you asking me for?
'Cause you're the boss.
Ask him.
He bought the beer.
Here you go, Sancho.
Hey, where you going?
I quit.
Rub!
Shit.
Come on back here.
Dad... Dad, you're driving on the sidewalk.
Relax.
Look at that.
You ever seen anybody that stubborn?
Yes, I have.
Can't figure it out.
All he's got to do
is duck behind something and we're screwed.
Oh, I'd have to say we're screwed anyhow.
Sully, you're on the sidewalk!
Up yours, Raymer.
That's not a good place to park,
Raymer.
Enough!
Get out of the truck now, Sully!
Fun's over... I'm going to have
to put you under arrest.
This is where a smart guy would get out of the truck.
- Come on, Dad. - Suit yourself.
Halt!
Jesus, Dad!
He'll never use it.
Did he shoot?
I believe that was a gunshot, yes.
I vote we surrender, if I have a vote.
You stupid prick.
Well?
Nothing.
Good.
For a moment there, I thought you were going to be critical.
Haven't I been warning you about something like this?
Clive...
Haven't I? The man's a lunatic.
I'm sure there's an explanation.
What explanation can there be for attacking a policeman?
I suppose I should be grateful he didn't go berserk right here
in this house.
I want Donald Sullivan out of here,
and I want him out of here now.
And if you won't do it,
I will.
I hate to say it,
but for once in his life, The Bank is right.
I screwed up.
Looks like I'll be spending a...
a little vacation at the County's expense,
so you'd better get yourself another tenant.
I don't want another tenant.
I've enjoyed your company.
Face it, Beryl, I'm the wrong man for the job.
Maybe it'll teach us both
not to bet on long shots.
What do you think?
Sure doesn't feel like Christmas.
Get Rub to help you with the floors.
Don't forget.
Okay.
You can always get him down at the diner, you know.
Right.
You know how to use a circular saw?
Better than you.
I doubt it.
How long do you think it'll take you to finish?
Couple of days.
Well, get Rub...
Get Rub to help.
Did I give you the keys to the Ford?
About an hour and a half ago.
Well, if you get any trouble with it,
just take it down to the Texaco station.
There's a guy down there by the name of Harold.
He's the owner.
Just tell him you're my son.
Right. You run into problems, drop your old man's name.
Watch the doors fly open.
Can't believe it's going to take you that long
to get me out of jail.
Don't blame me... I'm a Jew.
These aren't my holidays.
A Jew... really?
I didn't know that.
How come you ain't smart?
How can I start getting you out of jail
when you won't go in?
Got a point.
A condemned man gets a last wish, right?
I got my truck out back.
How 'bout you and me go out there and get ourselves naked
and then just see what happens?
Okay.
Haven't you got any pride?
Go to jail, Sully.
It's where you belong.
Look, your kid's asleep.
I haven't seen him like this since he was six months old.
Touching, isn't it?
Breaks your heart.
Wake up.
Oh, God...
let's get out of here.
- Get the check, will you? - I'll pay your check.
You okay?
Yeah.
Wirf will have you out of there in a couple of days.
Ralph's been a good father to you, you know?
Yes, he has.
You turned out all right.
So did you.
Want to hear something funny?
I never told anybody this before.
After I got out of the Army,
I went to college for about six months.
I really liked it.
Why did you quit?
I said I liked it... I didn't say I belonged there.
Well, where do you belong, Dad?
Right there.
For tonight, anyway.
Want me to go in there with you?
Nope.
Good.
Well, I'll be out before you know it.
Look after Wirf, will you?
And Miss Beryl?
Right.
Take care of Rub's jelly donuts.
It's not going to be easy being you, is it?
Don't expect too much
of yourself at the beginning.
I couldn't do everything at first, either.
But you gave me your word.
People here are counting on you.
I'm counting on you.
Mr. Peoples, did we sign any papers?
Now, listen, this is nothing personal.
I know how much you good people wanted this thing to happen,
but it's flat out not going to work.
Why?
Well, the fact is we crunched the numbers,
and they didn't add up.
But you don't understand.
These people bought a thousand acres
of depressed real estate because of you.
Oh, you got that wrong, Clive.
Those people bought that land because of you.
You promised that this was a sure thing.
Well, we were a teeny bit wrong about that, wasn't we?
But...
It's been good talking to you. Nighty-night.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Peoples.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks, Ollie.
God, I love small towns.
Where else in the world
would they let a guy out of jail for three hours
just to serve as a pall bearer?
Yeah.
Been arraigned yet?
No... this afternoon.
How you going to plead?
Temporary insanity.
We're going to say that those pills you gave me
made me absolutely nuts.
All right, girls, we're on.
All right, here we go.
One, two, three.
Well, you must be feeling great.
Well, why should I be feeling great... I'm in jail.
Truck's falling apart...
I haven't got 40 bucks to my name.
Yeah, but the trifecta
you've been betting for ten years finally hit.
Hey, be careful!
My trifecta?
Yeah.
You mean, the one I've been betting every day?
It hit two days ago.
Well, I was in jail. I didn't bet it.
You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?
Now do you believe in luck?
Luck had nothing to do with you being in jail.
Did you hear about Clive Jr.?
No, what?
He skipped town.
Mr. Sullivan, have a little respect.
What?
The money for the theme park folded.
Bank's stuck with all that worthless land.
So he disappeared.
Well, what about Miss Beryl?
Not great.
Boy...
Guy goes to jail for a couple of days...
the whole town goes to hell.
Sully?
Yeah, Ralph?
Listen, remember that snowblower you gave me?
Yeah?
Well, somebody stole it last night...
right out of the garage.
I... I covered it with a tarp just the way you told me...
Don't worry about it.
I know exactly where to find it.
Never in a million years.
Well... here we are again, Mr. Sullivan.
How's your knee?
Rotten.
Your Honor.
Well, it doesn't seem
to slow you down much.
Doesn't keep you from punching out policemen or anything.
Your Honor...
Mr. Wirfley, don't.
There are times when less is more,
and this is one of them.
Now, then...
How are you doing, Wyatt Earp?
Your Honor...
Same advice:
"Less is more."
Tell me, what do you usually do
when somebody throws a punch at you?
Duck.
Next time, do that.
Now, is it true that you discharged your weapon, Officer?
Your Honor, it was a warning shot.
You know who you warned?
A little old lady sitting on her commode
two blocks away.
Ollie...
you know my feelings about arming morons.
You arm one, you've got to arm them all,
otherwise it wouldn't be good sport.
Your Honor, Officer Raymer is currently under suspension.
Anesthesia is what he should be under.
Your Honor!
I'd just like to say, and what's this country coming to...
Raymer, shut the fuck up.
Boy, I wouldn't sit here too long.
Tip of your dick'll freeze to the top of the step.
Oh, I forgot... yours ain't that long.
Yours ain't either.
It's 'cause I fold it.
Want to know how many times I fold it?
It would hurt if you folded it.
Not mine.
Know what I wish?
No. What do you wish?
I wish we were still friends.
We are, Rub.
You know what I wish?
I wish we'd get off our asses.
Let's go down to The Horse and place some poker.
What do you think?
What about...
Peter?
Hey, look at me.
Peter's my son...
and you're my best friend, okay?
You're not going to start crying, are you?
I should've stayed in jail.
I can bet 40.
Oh, boy.
I'm in.
I don't want to be in, but I'm in.
Okay, sucker.
I'll see you...
and...
I'll raise you.
He's bluffing.
Goddamn it, Birdy, close the door.
I'm sitting here naked.
Then you should play better poker.
Jocko.
He's in.
Oh, thank you, Birdy.
Don't show him your cards, Rub.
I call.
Ace-high flush.
Read 'em and weep, guys.
Queens full.
Why not?
Damn, why shouldn't this be the night
I lose every goddamn hand in the game.
Goddamn theme park goes down the tubes...
I'm stuck with 14 crappy, half-built houses
I'm never going to be able to unload...
and on top of all of it,
for some reason Toby has taken exception
with my new secretary.
Whose gun is that?
It's yours, bonehead. It was your ante.
Hell, I should've busted this game two hours ago.
All right.
The game is seven card stud.
One-eyed jacks and suicide kings are wild.
Oh, come on, Jocko.
What are all these wild cards?
Can we just play a normal game of poker?
How come she's staring at me like that?
Because you're a good-looking guy, Rub.
Am not.
Sure, you are.
Carl, is he a good-looking guy?
He is at that.
Sully, you might want to drop by the Bowdin Street house
on the way home.
- Oh, something wrong? - No, nothing's wrong.
I left you a little something over there.
Spirit of the season, so to speak.
Jocko.
You got any of those yellow doozies around?
Why, is your leg worse?
No.
They're for Carl.
Oh, my God.
Here.
Two tickets... Hawaii. You and me.
Toby...
There's a perfectly logical explanation for this.
There is?
Well?
Hawaii?
No bullshit?
No bullshit.
Goddamn, Sully,
when your luck turns...
it turns.
Luck has nothing to do with this.
I'll have to get a new bathing suit.
The place we're going, you won't need anything.
I have enough coconut oil for both of us.
I do you, and you do me.
Yeah, that's the general idea.
Oh, for God's sake, Toby... you're pregnant.
You can be the godfather.
Shut up, Sully!
Sunny skies.
Sandy beaches.
No more snow, no more broken-down pickup truck.
Oh, yeah.
Damn, Carl, you going to let him
get away with that?
Aw, don't worry about it, Ollie.
He'll never go through with it.
You want to bet?
Cash me in, guys.
Oh, I'll bet.
I'll bet you make it
about as far as the plane out of spite.
But then you know what's going to happen, Sully?
Somewhere over Kansas,
Toby's going to start crying,
and as your ex-wife can tell you, Sully,
you don't handle that shit very well.
Rub...
in about a minute, that poor son of a bitch
is going to realize
he's made the biggest mistake of his life.
He tries to follow us, shoot him.
Sully.
You got something to say?
No.
Fine.
- Toby... - No, don't.
Please, don't.
I want to thank you for thinking of me.
Yeah.
I...
You know, until a while ago,
I could've...
but...
I just found out I'm somebody's grandfather.
I'm somebody's father, and...
and maybe...
I'm somebody's friend in the bargain.
So...
Yeah...
you are a man among men.
I know, it's not a compliment.
No, this time it is.
How come you're always wrong about everything?
You are...
the best...
Iooking woman in Bath, and...
you're going to be
the best-looking woman in Hawaii.
You're going to be fine.
Thanks.
We would've been terrific together.
Yeah, I think so.
Don't tell me they actually let you out of jail.
Hey, what are you guys doing here?
I took Will over
to the new apartment, so he could see his room.
He liked it.
We were on our way back to Mom's.
I saw your truck outside.
Happy New Year.
It's a day or two early, but... hey, I got faith.
Thank you.
To the good life.
You call this the good life?
Sure looks like it from where I stand.
It occurs to me I forgot to give you
your Christmas present.
Call your wife.
Telephone's right there.
You don't understand...
Do it.
Hi, it's me.
Yeah.
I... I know.
Hey... don't cry.
Dad... I can handle this part myself.
You'd keep my leg, wouldn't you?
You don't need a leg... you need a parrot.
Should we give him back his leg?
You want to take it to him?
It's not alive... it ain't gonna bite you.
You still got that stopwatch?
Want to see if it works?
Come on.
You think...
Thank you.
Will... your mom wants to talk to you.
Mom?
Dick.
You know, I think I'm getting
too old for this job.
How come?
You're starting to look good to me.
I do that... I grow on people.
Sommelier, encore, s'il vous plaît.
Listen, I need a favor.
I'm serious about this.
It's your landlady.
She's done something for you.
What?
You own the house on Bowdin again.
She paid the back taxes.
And you let her?
I encouraged her.
Fine! She paid the taxes; she owns it.
I told you I didn't want anything to do with that place.
This isn't about what you want.
I don't give a damn what you want.
This is about need.
Clive Jr.'s gone; he's not coming back.
Now, this is the favor:
When she tells you...
be grateful.
Make her feel good.
Is that too much to ask?
Sully, either you do this, or... I'm off of you for life.
I mean it.
Dad?
Dad.
Yeah?
Could you and Rub spare me for a couple days?
Well, Rub sure could.
How 'bout you?
Okay.
Could be more than a couple days.
Well, you run into problems,
just think what I would do, and then...
Do the opposite.
I'll remember that.
Almost forgot.
What's that?
Here. What do you think it is?
It's a trifecta ticket.
The trifecta ticket?
The one that hit?
How much?
5,800 bucks.
And you bet it?
You told me to, remember?
Right before you went to jail.
How about that?
Intelligence, hard work and good looks finally pay off.
And to think we were here to see it.
Hey, try anything and you'll regret it!
Oh, no... not a chance.
Who are you?
I fixed the railing on the porch.
Can I come in and pull my boots off?
Of course, Donald.
Looks like you're the only one in town who'll have me.
I hope you didn't... rent my room out from underneath me.
Not yet.
By the way, what's your policy on pets?
I'm not sure.
Well... we'll come up with something.
I'm going to have a cup of tea.
Would you like one?
No. Not now, not ever.
I'm sorry about Clive Jr.
Thank you, Donald.
I keep thinking I failed him in some way.
At least you raised him.
That's more than I can say.
There's a rumor around town that you did a good deed.
You stuck your nose where it didn't belong.
I know it.
I'm an old woman, though; I'm entitled.
Well, you're forgiven.
Thank you.
Are you sure I can't interest you in a cup of tea?
No, and how many times do I have to tell you?
Other people change their minds occasionally.
I keep thinking you might.
You do?
You may as well come in, too.