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(theme music)

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(upbeat music)

- Not so loud.

- Didn't the bicarbonate help?

- Uh-uh.

You know, I can't understand it.

I only had
one drink.

What did you put in that punch?

- Champagne
and the usual.

- What's the usual?

- Vodka, sangria, rum,
cooking sherry and maple syrup.

(Jackie sighing)

- Maple syrup?

I don't even put
maple syrup on pancakes.

(doorbell ringing)

- Hi, can I help you?

- Oh, yeah,
I'm in the right place.

This is his taste,
all right.

Art people.

- I beg your pardon,
who are you?

- Mildred Rafkin.

My brother
used to live here.

- Oh... well,
how do you do?

I'm Jackie Rush.

- Good luck.

- And this is my
sister, Sara.

- Congratulations.
- Pleased to meet you.

- Garbage, pure garbage.

- We were very sorry about
your brother's passing.

- Oh, thank you.

I was in Europe
when it happened.

Did he suffer much?

- He died in his sleep.

- I would've preferred
a little suffering.

He was a cheap,
selfish,

inconsiderate,
rotten human being.

May he rest in peace.

Well, I'm his sole
living relative,

so I've come
to claim his things.

Where are they?

- Um, Ms. Rafkin,
before you collect his things,

there's something I think you
should know about your brother.

- What, that he was
a transvestite?

What else is new?

- You knew that?

- Since he was eight.

It started when I came home
from school one day

and found him
wearing my training bra.

Then it was my tutu,
then my prom dress.

You know, the saddest thing
for him was

that he never got married.

He was gonna wear
my mother's wedding gown.

He loved that dress.

- He was buried in it.

- May he rest in peace.

Get out of my way.

Oh, my God,
his taste never improved.

Who would wear such
tacky clothes?

- I would, they're mine.

- They're yours?

- Yes, and I think you
should apologize to my sister.

- She wears clothes like this
and I should apologize?

Where are Neville's things?

- We have everything
stored in the attic--

his dresses, cosmetics,
hair curlers, Lip Quencher.

- You get them all down here
for when the men come

to pick up the furniture.

- You're taking
the furniture?

- Who else
is gonna take it?

I'm the heiress.

All this garbage
belongs to me.

Huh...

That's the story
of my life.

I could've had Einstein
for a brother,

Jonas Salk,

Martin Luther King
I could have had...

No, him I couldn't have.

He wasn't Jewish.

I'll see you on Tuesday.

- Dad, we've got
big problems.

- Rafkin's sister showed up.

She came to claim
all his things.

- She's gonna
take our furniture.

- She's coming on Tuesday
with the moving men.

- Do we know these people?

- I think they're our tenants
from downstairs.

- Dad, you're not listening.

Rafkin's sister is gonna take
away all our furniture.

- What?!

You mean she's gonna take away
all that cheap,

gaudy, ostentatious junk?

- Yes.

- Henry, can a person just
appear out of nowhere

and claim ownership of a
deceased relative's belongings?

- Absolutely not.

- She's his
only surviving relative.

- Well, she gets everything.

- Then we won't have
any furniture.

- It's the law, Sara,
you can't break the law.

- Unless you're in Congress.

- We can't just let her come in
and take the furniture.

We don't even know if
she's really Rafkin's sister.

- But she knew where he lived,
she knew everything about him,

she hated his guts.

She had to
be a relative.

- Okay, then if she is
his sister,

we're gonna be
without furniture.

- Oh, then where do we sit,
where do we eat,

where do
I do my homework?

(Henry shouting)

- Just-- just calm down.

All right... all right, she
shows up next Tuesday,

I'll... I'll offer to buy
the furniture.

Yes, I'll put on
the charm.

I'll be witty, debonair,
sophisticated, irresistible.

(Henry chuckling)

By the time I'm through
charming her,

she'll practically
give us the furniture.

(doorbell ringing)

(Henry clearing throat)

- I've come for
the furniture.

- Mr. Rafkin!

Oh, forgive me, excuse me,

but the resemblance
is amazing.

If your brother
hadn't passed away,

I'd swear-- I mean,
you look exactly like him.

- Oh, that's because I'm wearing
one of his dresses.

- I'm Henry Rush.
- Hooray.

- And you're
Rafkin's sister?

- Sole heir and beneficiary.

- I notice you retained
the family name.

Apparently,
you never married.

- Never wanted it,
never needed it.

I bought
a condo instead.

- You know, I find it difficult
to believe that a woman of your

obvious beauty
and magnetism

has never been spoken for.

- I'm lucky
I was spoken to.

- And wit, wit!

How I adore wit.

(Henry chuckling)

- If I didn't have
a sense of humor,

would I be taking
this furniture?

- My sentiments exactly.

I'm amazed why you'd want
to burden yourself

with the removal of this--
this tawdry, tacky,

dilapidated, scuzzy furniture.

(Henry chuckling)

I mean, a woman of your

obvious discernment
and sophistication...

(Henry chuckling)

- And now may I pay you
a compliment, Mr. Rush?

(Henry chuckling)

Never before have I seen
such a remarkable combination

of charm and klutz.

Okay, fellas...
come on in, move it.

- Um, Ms. Rafkin, you don't
want this terrible furniture.

What would you
do with it?

- I'm gonna sell it.
- To who?

- Are you kidding?

People with bad taste
are born every second.

And in Los Angeles,
even more often than not.

Start with the sofa.

- Uh, the-- hold it, hold it.

Ms. Rafkin, I rented this
apartment to my daughters.

I mean, if you take this
furniture,

they'll have nothing left.

- $700.

- What?

What's it?

Se-se-se-se-se-se--
$700?

For this--
for this junk?

- Take it away.

- Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it.

I'll go for 250.

- You might as well know
that under $600 I'm deaf.

- 275.

- And blind.

I have no idea
whom I'm talking to.

Take it away.

- Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it.

All right.

I'll give you $300, but only
because you're handicapped.

- Well, if it really means
that much to you,

if you really want this
furniture for your daughters,

whom I've met--

and very sweet,
charming girls they are--

ah, $800.

- We started at 700.

You're-- you're not
supposed to go up.

- What do you want from me?

While we're standing here
and talking,

they're becoming antiques.

- Take it away.

(upbeat music)

- Oh, it's so barren.

- It's an improvement.

Here, take these.

(Henry groaning)

Well, this isn't much.

It'll hold 'em for a while,
it's better than nothing.

- That's all we had
when we got started.

(Jackie sighing)

- I see the charm
didn't work.

- Gave it my best shot, girls,
but that woman was impossible.

She made me reevaluate my stand
on capital punishment.

- How are we supposed
to live without furniture?

- That's why we gave you
our bridge table and chairs.

- Loaned them.

- This will never do.

We're having ten people
for dinner Saturday night.

Including us, that's six
people per chair.

- You know, I can't
believe what I'm hearing.

Now, your mother and I brought
this table and chairs down here

and instead of appreciating it,
you're just standing there,

griping about it.

- I don't wanna lay any heavy
stuff on you, Dad,

but as the landlord,
it is your obligation

to refurnish this apartment.

(Henry chuckling)

- Are you-- do you really think
that I'm gonna--

I mean, you can't
think that I'm-- I mean...

Muriel, don't just stand there,
chime in with something.

- I don't think I ought to get
involved with this one.

- Your opinion is just
as important as mine.

- Maybe we should furnish it.

- You're right,
don't get involved.

- Wait a minute,
I have a thought.

Jackie, let me talk to you.

- Ah... this is gonna
cost me, I can feel it.

- Okay, how much did you offer
Ms. Rafkin for the furniture?

- $300, why?

- We'll take it.
- Told ya.

- What do you mean,
you'll take it?

- We use it for a down payment
on new living room furniture

and we'll finance the rest.

(Henry chuckling)

- How are you going to finance
the rest?

You barely make
your own rent now.

- Yes, but we won't have that
problem after you lower it.

- Who are they talking to?

- Dad, it's only fair.

Up until now, we have been
paying for furnished apartment.

You can't charge the same rent
if it's unfurnished.

- They're tough.

- Okay... okay, I'll give you
the $300

I was gonna give
Rafkin's sister...

but don't expect me
to lower the rent.

- Dad, we can't afford to pay
the same rent

and furnish the apartment.

- Fine, then move back upstairs
into your old room.

- We don't wanna
move back upstairs.

- Well, I really don't see
any other alternative.

- Well, we do.

We'll find an apartment
somewhere else.

- Yeah, one that's furnished.

- Come on, Sara, let's buy
the evening paper

and look at the ads.

- Okay, you can
forget about the threat.

I know you both too well

and they're not
gonna work this time--

the pouting, the melodramatics,
the guilt trips.

You can drop them all
because I'm not buying it!

I've been your father too long
and I'm wise to all your tricks!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

- They mean it, Henry.
- I know.

(upbeat music)

- Muriel.

What are you doing home?

I thought you had a photo
session this afternoon.

- Ugh... I couldn't work.

Every time I looked through
the view finder,

all I saw was Sara
and Jackie moving out.

- Oh, Muriel, believe me.

Once they go out there
and look around,

see what there is for rent
and the prices they're asking,

they'll appreciate the bargain
they've got right here.

Even without the furniture.

- Hmm, you really
think so?

- Mark my words, Muriel.
- Oh...

- Just let 'em go out there
and look around

for a few more days.

They're not going anywhere.

(Jackie)
- Anybody home?

- Oh, boy, are we pooped.

- Whoo, you wouldn't
believe the crummy

places we've looked at.

- And the astronomical prices
they're asking.

- We were really lucky
we found something.

- What?

What, you-- you--
you found?

- We're moving Saturday.

- You found something
you could afford?

- It's only $175 a month.

- Where did you find an
apartment for

$175 a month
in San Francisco?

- In Old Town.

- Old Town?
But that's across the bridge!

Why so far?

- Well, that's where we found
the only place we could afford.

- Oh, girls... Old Town is
a very high-crime area.

In fact, in some places there
they won't even let you move in

unless you have proof that you
lived in New York City first.

- You don't have to worry, Mom.

We're in a very nice
neighborhood.

- And we're in
a security building.

- For $175 a month, I find that
hard to believe.

- We got really lucky,
it was a sublet.

This man had
to give up his apartment.

- Why?

- Well, he had
a three-year lease

and got a seven-year sentence.

- Wha-wha- what?
You mean he's...

- Uh, it's not as bad
as it sounds, Dad.

It was a white collar crime.

- What do you mean,
a white collar crime?

What did he do,
murder a priest?

- No.

It had something to do
with the stock market.

Don't worry about us,
we'll be fine.

Come on, Sara,
we have packing to do.

- See you later.

- Oh...

- Muriel, I don't-- I don't like
them living that far away.

We'll never know
what they're up to.

- Well, we keep talking about
letting them

lead their own lives.

We're finally doing it.

- We're not doing it,
they're doing it.

If we were doing it,
we wouldn't be doing it.

- I guess it's the next step
to breaking away.

First they moved downstairs,

now they're moving
out of the building.

Eventually, they may move
to another state.

Who knows?

Some day they could
even move to Europe.

- How do parents do it?

How-- how do they survive?

- We have to learn
to let go.

(Henry sighing)

We have to place
Jackie and Sara in God's hands.

- Are you crazy?
I wouldn't do that to him.

- Her.

(upbeat music)

(siren blaring)

- Oh...

(siren blaring continues)

- Again?!
That's the tenth one today!

- Well, it's encouraging.

Crime rate's
going down.

- (Sara sighing)
- (knocking)

(Sara gasping)

- Turn on--
turn on the dog.

(recording of dog growling)

- Down, Thor!
Easy, big fella!

Who is it?

(Henry)
- It's Mom and Dad!

- Yeah, try again, creep.

Our parents wouldn't be
found dead in this neighborhood.

(Henry)
- That's the only way anyone
gets found in this neighborhood!

- It is Dad.

- Oh, no!

What are they doing here?

Mom, Dad,
what a surprise.

What are you doing here?

- What are we doing here,
what are you doing here

in this building,
in this neighborhood?

- Oh, it's not as bad
as it looks, Dad.

We find it very charming.

- Charming?

I don't find anything charming
about a place where

the only cultural activity
is staying alive.

- What's the bat for?

- Oh, this, uh...
- Uh...

- Our building's organizing
a softball team.

- Sure.

(recording of dog barking)

- Oh, there, there.

We're gonna be good friends,
aren't we, boy?

- This is the security building
you're talking about, hmm?

What does the landlord do,
take the nail out of the window

so you can open it
to yell "help"?

- Dad, you're not
being fair.

Give us a chance.

It'll look really nice
when we're finished decorating.

- You mean you started?

- What did you bring us?

- Uh, this--
this is not for you.

- Your father was nervous about
parking in this neighborhood.

- Dad, there was
no need for this.

The police cars go by here
every few minutes.

- I know, I saw one.

His hubcaps
were missing.

- Why don't you make
yourselves comfortable?

I'll-- I'll put on some coffee.

- Oh, let me
help you, dear.

(Muriel sighing)

(pipe rattling)

My goodness,
look at that.

- Look, it's clearing up.

- I think we'll pass.

- I can't believe our daughters
moved into this neighborhood.

(knocking)

- Must be the softball coach.

- I'll get it.

Give me that.

- I, uh, come to make
the drop.

- Drop?

What-- what drop?
What are you talking about?

- The score, man.
You got the bread?

- What?

What-- what bread?

- Hey, man, you don't have any
bread, you don't make the score.

- I'll handle it, Dad.

I think you're looking for
the former tenant.

We're new here,
we just moved in.

- Oh, well, you-- would you
like to open an account?

- Definitely no.

- That's too bad.

The old guy here
would make a great front.

- Get out, get out!

And don't step foot
in this building again!

- Well, I have to,
I own it.

- Now, Dad, don't start
overreacting.

You don't see
Mom overreacting.

- It's hard to overreact when

you're in the middle
of passing out.

- Okay... that's it.

We're going home,
all of us.

- Dad, we are home,
we live here now.

- Not every neighborhood
has to be quiet and respectable.

(siren blaring in the distance)

I think we're gonna like
living here.

It's exciting.

It has tempo,
it has pulse.

It's what life's all about.

(siren blaring in the distance)

- Don't worry about us,
we'll take care of each other.

(siren blaring in the distance)

- Hmm, I guess there's
nothing more to say.

But if you should change
your minds

and wanna come home...

remember,
the door's always open.

- Bye, sweetie.
- Bye.

(Muriel whispering)

- Ah-ha.

I want you to call
every night.

- On what?

- You don't have
a telephone?

What if there's
an emergency?

- We go to the people
across the hall.

- Oh, good,
they have a phone.

- They have lots of phones,
they're bookmakers.

(upbeat music)

- Well, well, well, what brings
you back to civilization?

- You forgot
your hubcaps.

- Is that where they were?

I'd already reported
them stolen.

- Well, as long as we're here,
we may as well go up

and say hi to Mom.

- Oh, your mother's not home
but let's go up

and have a cup
of coffee anyway.

- Oh, no, thanks, Dad, we have
a lot of things to do.

(Henry)
- Oh...

- Well, bye, take care.

Dad, we wanna come home.

- Where home,
here home?

- We honestly felt that we had
rented Rafkin's apartment

furnished and the only
way to make the point

was to move out.

We were wrong
and foolish.

- We'll live with
the card table and chairs.

It's fine.

- Oh, I wish you told
me that yesterday.

- Why?

You haven't rented our
apartment, have you?

- I'm afraid so.

Yes, as a matter of fact,
the tenants

have already
moved their things in.

Would you like to see
the furniture?

I-- I think you'll like it.

(Henry chuckling)

- Our furniture!

- You bought it back from
Rafkin's sister.

Oh, Dad!

- Girls, what are you
doing here?

- They're home, Muriel.

- Ah-ha-ha!

- They slipped across
the Old Town border

and made good
their escape.

(Henry chuckling)

- What's the furniture
doing here?

- We came to tell you and Dad
we wanna come home.

- On their own, Muriel,

before they knew
I bought the furniture.

(Sara and Jackie laughing)

- When did you do that?

- Uh, this morning.

I was intending to bribe them
back with it.

- How much
did you pay for it?

- Well, I first offered her
$400 but while I was there

somebody called on the phone
and offered 500,

so I had to go up
to 550 to get it.

- Oh, I wished you told me.

- Well, I-- I wanted it
to be a surprise.

- I should've
said something to you.

- What do you mean?

- I was the woman
on the phone.

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