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♪ There is more to life than what you're living

♪ So take a chance and face the wind

♪ An open road and a road that's hidden

♪ A brand new life around the bend

♪ There were times

♪ I lost a dream or two

♪ Found the trail

♪ And at the end was you

♪ There's a path you take and a path not taken

♪ The choice is up to you my friend

♪ Nights are long but you might awaken

♪ To a brand new life

♪ Brand new life

♪ Brand new life around the bend ♪

Dad, can I sleep over Marcie's house tonight?

Oh, no, no, no. Tonight's a school night.

Not if I cut school tomorrow.

-MONA: Good morning. -Hey, Mona.

-Hi, Mona. -Hi, Grandma.

Good morning, darling.

Angela, you think you might put the paper down for one second

and say good morning to your mother.

ANGELA: Uh-huh.

Angela, you're beginning to look more and more like your father.

Ooh! Computron and UniDAC merged.

You're kidding. I thought they were just good friends.

Oh, the bell. I got that. That's my job.

That's my job. Hi.

Telegram for Mona Robinson.

Mona, telegram.

I have told that man a million times, I will not serve in his cabinet.

That's what they all say. Sign here.

He signs.

I'll pay you for it.

Excuse me.

I also do strip-a-grams for the right people.

I'll keep that in mind.

Mother, what is it?

C. Everett Brooks died.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Who is he?

Who was he?

I don't know, but...

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich!

Mona, wait a minute, what are you saying?

Look! He left me $80,000!

You're right, you're rich, you're rich, you're rich!

Yay! Grandma's loaded and I've got a birthday coming up.

Wait a minute.

Who is this guy and why did he leave you all this money?

I don't know. Just what it says there that I'm rich!

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich!

And so and so, and so and so, and "Contact legal department, United Global Industries."

Of course, United Global Industries,

C.E. Brooks. I read his obituary last week.

He was a billionaire.

Billionaire? Only left you a lousy 80 Gs?

Well, it's the thought that counts.

Mona, if he left you all that money, you must have at least met him.

Well, I may not remember names and faces, but I never forget a billionaire.

Well, apparently he was a very eccentric man.

He left a sizable trust fund to be divided among all Elvis impersonators.

Gee, I don't think I sound a thing like Elvis.

Now, look, maybe you loaned this guy a dime

or you picked him up somewhere in the desert hitchhiking, you know.

Or perhaps I danced with him at a party.

Well, hey, Mona, I don't think they give you 80 grand just for the foxtrot.

You've never seen me dip.

Whoa!

Mother, what are you going to do with all this money?

Well, gee, let me think here. Wait, let me, let me, let me make a couple of suggestions.

80 Gs. I mean, hey, a full length mink coat, maybe a trip around the world?

Buy a pair of Springsteen tickets!

Mother, you have to get into a money market plan.

T Bills. Utilities are always a smart thing to get into.

Yeah? Well, I'm gonna get into a red Porsche.

They do hold their value.

Mother, you are not going to blow all this money on frivolities.

Angela, I have to.

Otherwise, you will inherit it and squander it on utilities.

Mona, I for one am very happy about this.

This could not have happened to a nicer person.

Well, maybe one nicer person.

Wait a minute. Elvis. Let's see.

♪ You ain't nothing but a hound dog ♪

This is such fun.

I've always wanted to hire my own decorator.

Yes, I can see why.

Mona, this place is simply not you.

Who designed it?

Me.

That was the old you.

I see the new you in an environment

far more upscale and tres elegante.

Well, 80,000 smackers can buy a lot of elegante.

Eighty thou?

Honey, for that we could do the whole room over.

Excuse me.

Hello, I'm Larry Liebling, the car king.

Hello, I'm Mona Robinson.

The inheritance queen.

Pretty lady, I see you behind the wheel of a sleek black sports car.

We're not talking transportation here,

we're talking fulfillment, adventure, romance...

No sex?

Sorry, I'm a married man.

But I'm not a fanatic.

Down, Larry.

I was looking for something with a little more horsepower.

-Hey, Mona! -Oh!

Oh, uh, sorry to interrupt.

Tony, this is Carole Patrice, my interior decorator.

Please, environmental designer.

And this is Larry Liebling.

The car king! Hey!

Have I got an offer for you.

Oh, do I wish!

Mone, you better take a look at the paper here.

There's an article about C. Everett Brooks.

The wives are getting together.

They're gonna contest the will.

Well, I'm not afraid of a fight.

I mean, that money is mine and I want it.

That's my girl. You tell 'em baby!

Oh, is this your Daddy Warbucks?

Yum, yum, yum.

That's C. Everett Brooks?

Well, on the other hand, what's $80,000?

Thanks so much for dropping by.

It's been fun.

But what about your new environment?

What about your wheels?

Well, I think I'll just paint the place and rotate the tires on my bike.

Bye-bye.

Hmm.

Hey, uh, Mona?

What gives? What, do you recognize this guy?

No, I... I never saw him before in my life.

Mother! Tony!

Have you seen this afternoon's paper?

There's a picture of Brooks and...

I'm talking to furniture.

Angela, what are you doing, talking to furniture?

Yeah, I just got this afternoon's paper.

There's a picture of Brooks and he looks very familiar.

Let's go see if Mother remembers him.

Oh, wait a minute. I already showed her the paper

and uh, she doesn't remember him a lot.

What does that mean?

I don't know. It's really weird.

She takes one look at the picture,

she says she's turning down the money,

because she don't want the hassle.

Oh, that is weird.

-Mother loves a good hassle. -Yeah.

Well, I know I have seen this face somewhere.

Well, somewhere's a big place, Angela.

Could you narrow it down a little bit for me?

Well, I know. Let's check the family archives.

-The what? -The attic.

Oh, well, let me put this sauce down.

Ooh, that looks good. What is it?

-Uh, sweet and sour. -Oh. Let me taste.

After I put in the sweet.

Tony, now I haven't been up to the attic in ages.

It's probably a big mess.

Tony, it's spotless!

Well, you know me. Born to dust.

Wait, wait till you see how I got it organized, huh?

For instance, for instance,

let's just do Christmas decorations, all right? Alphabetical.

"A". Angel hair.

-"B". Bells.

"C". Claus, Santa.

Refer to Kringle, Kris.

-Tony. -Yeah?

"E". Enough.

-Oh, you sure you don't wanna see... -No, I'm positive.

There's nothing here, Tony. How are you doing?

No good. Ooh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hey, who's the babe on the bear skin rug?

Give me that.

I knew it was you.

I'd recognize those rosy cheeks anywhere.

Tony!

Cheeks! I meant cheeks.

Oh, look, here I am at 14.

Ooh. Ugh!

Man. Oh, it's that way. Oh, well, hey, I remember my gawky period, too.

What a lousy weekend that was.

-Here I am at nine. -Oh, yeah?

It's the summer we spent at Nantucket.

Ooh, Nantucket. I've never been there but I love the limerick.

Really, how does it go?

Let's just keep looking, Angela.

Oh, and there's Mother and me on the beach.

And that's the cottage that we had.

Oh, yeah, well, where's your father?

-Oh, Daddy was in the city working. -Mmm-hmm.

Oh, and at the end of the summer, we had this great clam bake.

Angela, it's him! It's C. Everett Brooks!

No, Tony, that was the guy who had the cottage next to us.

-What was his name? -C. Everett Brooks.

-I'm telling you. -No, no, no.

His name, uh, was Charlie something.

Brookheimer?

Yeah, how'd you know?

It's written on the back of the picture.

I'm telling you Angela, you take Charlie Brookheimer,

you add 20 years, 20 pounds, about 20 million bucks,

you get rid of the "heimer," you got C. Everett Brooks.

Tony, I think you may be right.

Well, he wasn't a billionaire then,

but he gave me money for the movies.

Yeah, well, you three must've seen a lot of movies.

No, no, actually it was just me.

He and Mother spent a lot of time alone.

They went swimming and took long walks on the beach.

Oh, my God.

What?

That's why he gave her the money and that's why she doesn't want to take it.

Why?

Charlie and my mother had an affair.

Angela, come on now, what are you talking about?

Mona had an affair. Give me a break.

Hey, ho. You are talking about your mother here.

Have you got another explanation?

Yeah, yeah, I've got an explanation, uh...

They used to take long walks on the beach, right?

Right? To the bank.

She loaned him a few bucks.

He's paying her back now with interest.

Tony, I may have only been nine years old, but I know what I saw.

Angela, you didn't see anything.

Then I know what I know.

Angela, you just think you know what you know, but you don't know.

I mean, I'm sure Mona has a very innocent explanation for all this.

Well, I'm certainly not going to ask her.

Why not?

Because it's none of my business.

-Well, it's... -And it's none of your business, either.

Are you telling me I gotta butt out?

Yes.

I can't.

I beg your pardon?

I'm Italian.

My people. I mean, thousands of years,

a proud tradition of butting in.

I wouldn't do it if I were you.

That's because you're not Italian.

You are a WASP.

A white, Anglo, stubborn pighead.

ANGELA: I heard that.

Big ears.

-There. It's done. -What's done?

My will. Wanna see?

Oh, yeah, I'd love to see.

Hmm. "I'm taking everything with me. Signed, Jonathan Bower."

Very good.

Jonathan, you can't do that.

King Tut did.

He put all his gold and stuff in a pyramid

so that he could take it with him when he died.

Good idea. Tell you what, when you make pharaoh, you can do that, too.

Maybe I'll just spend it now while I'm young.

-Hey, Dad. -Yeah?

Do you have a will?

Of course I have a will, and I want you to know I'm leaving you everything.

Would you like it now?

You don't need it?

Good morning, Angela.

That's easy for her to say. Her mother was a saint.

What's the matter, Angela? You had a... You had a rough night?

Well, outside of nightmares and insomnia

and a slight migraine, I feel totally refreshed.

You see what happens to you when you keep things bottled up inside of you?

Not that it's any of my business.

Good morning, you two.

Hey, hey, Mone. Good morning. Here's ya coffee.

-MONA: Oh, thanks. -Mother.

And how 'bout a nice hot, flaky, croissant to go with that coffee?

Mmm! I don't mind if I do.

I thought you were on a diet.

So, I'm cheating.

Well, it won't be the first time.

Angela!

Is something wrong?

No.

Yes.

Angela, if you have something to say, say it.

Pass the jelly.

And, uh, these pictures were of you and, uh, Charlie Brookheimer.

And, uh, she got the crazy idea that you and Charlie had an...

Had an affair?

Yeah. So tell her how crazy she is,

I'll pass the jelly, and we can get on with our lives, okay?

She's not wrong.

Charlie and I did have an affair.

Well, thank you so much, Tony, for getting this out in the open.

I'm sure everyone feels so much better.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be off to work,

unless, of course, there's another portion of my life you'd like to ruin.

I was married and I had an affair.

I guess you're disappointed in me, huh?

Hey, come on, Mona, you know you'll always be tops with me.

Thanks, Tony.

I've been carrying this secret around for a long time

and I've always dreaded the day that Angela would find out.

Yeah. Hey, but listen, let's think of the bright side, huh?

I mean, now it's finally out, hey, and it's not so bad, huh?

Tony?

Oh. Ouch!

You're home.

Yes. Were you waiting up?

Well, I was, right until I fell asleep.

It's almost 12:00. Where you been?

I had some work to catch up on. Good night.

Well, wait a minute.

Is it too much to ask for you to pick up the phone and call me?

I'm worried sick here.

Well, for a worried man, you were sleeping rather soundly.

It was a troubled sleep, Angela.

I remember my father used to wait up for me.

Yeah? Well, I hope he gave you hell if you made him wait like this.

No, I used to come home late from the library

and he'd be sitting there with his briefcase open,

and he'd be pretending to work but I knew what he was doing.

Hey, Angela, uh...

I'm real sorry about this morning,

about not minding my own business

and I promise you, I will never stick this Roman nose

where it does not belong again.

-Thank you, Tony. -But aren't you gonna talk to her?

Tony.

I can't. I wouldn't know what to say.

Say something. Tell her you're hurt. Tell her you're mad at her.

Tell her... Tell her ya... Tell her you hate her guts.

Uh, could we stop at "Tell her you're mad"?

Gee, look at the time.

Um, I think I'm gonna go upstairs and mind my own business.

I was waiting up for you.

Yes, well, there seems to be a lot of that going around.

that I ever intended to discuss with you.

Okay, good night.

But now, Angela, don't you think we should talk about it?

I know that I've hurt you...

And if you want,

you can punch me on the arm as hard as you can, in the shoulder.

Oh, Mother...

Ow.

Angela, you hit your mother!

How could you do that to Daddy?

How could you sneak around behind his back?

I didn't have to sneak around. He was never there.

He was supposed to come up on the weekends, remember?

And he never did, not once.

And that's the way it always was.

That damn bank that I was jealous of every day of our married life.

Well, while he was working, you and Charlie were...

You know what you were.

Yes, Angela. I know.

But you don't know, Angela.

Charlie and I were doing a lot of things.

We were talking, and, and we were laughing,

and we were keeping each other from feeling as lonely as we really were.

Well, that's very nice, but I'm just glad Daddy never found out.

Well, he did.

What?

How?

I told him.

You told him?

What happened?

Well, we... We yelled a lot

and, um, we slammed a lot of doors

and we broke a lot of dishes.

And then we patched things up.

The doors and the marriage.

And I needed a new set of dishes anyway.

Is that when we got the Wedgwood?

Yes.

Yes.

And we also got your father back.

After that, he took vacations with us,

he tried to come home for dinner

and he didn't work quite so many Saturdays.

So he forgave you.

He was a wonderful man.

I miss him.

So do I.

You know, Angela,

I've always thought you were quite a bit like him.

So, if he could forgive you, so could I?

Oh, Mother...

Aw.

You dip!

I knew I could work this out.

TONY: Who's the Boss? will be back in a moment. Stick around.

Come on, Angela.

There must be something I could throw away up here.

Tony.

Aw.

Your old Girl Scout uniform!

-Yes, it is. -Angela, you were a Girl Scout?

Yes.

Oh, look, she got a merit badge and everything.

Proficiency patch.

What was it for?

Telephone manners.

Oh, we were proud of her.

Go on, Angela.

Show them how you take a message.

Oh, Mother.

MONA: Come on.

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Now this is what I'm talking about.

This is something every family needs.

A little palm tree with a monkey climbing up it.

You can't throw that away.

It goes to my old turtle bowl.

Oh, that's great, but where's the turtle?

He got away three years ago.

But he might come back.

Yeah, sure, he'll be back. Save this, save everything.

I'm going downstairs and make dinner.

Yeah, let's get out of here.

This place is spooky.

At night I hear noises.

Oh, no, darling, that's just your imagination.

All right, come on, we'll go down.

-Okay, come on. -Let's go.

Okay. We'll let Tony do all this.

Last one down's a sissy.