All language subtitles for Tommy.Boy.1995.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AM]-English

Tommy, hurry up!
You're gonna be late for school again!

Son of a-- !

Damn!

Nice doggy. Nice doggy.

Holy shnikes!

Late again, Tommy?
You're pathetic.

Shut up, Richard.

Come on, Tommy!
Hurry up, Tommy!

Damn!

Hi, how are ya?

Oh, man!

Oh, please, God!

Son of a-- !

Looks good to me.

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Pardon me.
Can I just check this out?

D-plus?

Oh, my God.

I passed!

I passed! Oh, man!

I got a D-plus!

I'm gonna graduate!

I wish we'd known each other.
This is a little awkward.

I'm gonna graduate!
Gimme five!

I'm gonna graduate!

Oh, man!

Hey guys, do I look different
now that I'm a college grad?

Hmm... Not really.

Apparently they give a lot
fewer D-pluses than D-minuses.

It's not a grade they like to give out.
I tell you that right now.

Yeah. You mentioned that.

- So that's it for school, huh? Now what?
- No idea.

For now I'll probably work at
my dad's loading dock, like always.

Then, after that, figure it out.

I'm gonna miss you, man.
You're the best.

Uh-uh

You were the best.
I love all you guys.

Especially you...

I'm gonna make a toast.

To the best bunch of
rugby freaks ever born.

Maybe we weren't
the smartest guys on campus.

Maybe we spent too much time
puking off balconies.

- But we had fun, huh?
- Yeah!

Now, some of us are leaving,
and that is sad.

But this isn't the end. No way.

We're gonna show this world a thing
or two. We're gonna show...

- Richard Hayden?
- Tommy.

So where's my dad? I thought
he was gonna meet me at the airport.

He was at the airport this morning,
but you weren't on the plane.

- He said he had a surprise for me.
- Maybe. I guess you shoulda called.

I did call, earlier...
wh- using the phone.

- Earlier? When was that?
- Er, later.

When... Then I uh...
l-left a message.

A message?
What number did you call?

Two, four, niner...

- five, six, seven, eight...
- I can't hear you. You're trailing off.

And did I catch a "niner" in there?
Were ya callin' from a walkie-talkie?

No, it was cordless.

You know what? Don't.
Not here, not now.

Did you hear I finally graduated?

Yeah, in just a shade
under a decade too. Alright.

You know, a lot of people go
to college for seven years.

I know. They're called doctors.

Oh, that has to be you.

Spray that thing for bugs?

- Hey what happened to the tire plant?
- Shut it down last month.

Would you mind not eating
in the car? It's kind of a rule.

Still got your GTX car, huh?

Yep. And I dropped in
a 440 Magnum with a Six Pack.

You hang on to a car this cherry,
kinda like your suitcase.

"Kinda like your suitcase"!

Hey, what's new with the
old gang from high school?

I don't know, Tommy. I didn't really
like the old gang from high school.

Hey, the muffler plant's gone too!

-Yup.
-Man.

Oh, come on! Dammit!

Oh, that sounds good.
Melted chocolate inside the dash.

- That really ups the resale value.
- I think you're gonna be OK here.

They have a thin candy shell.
I'm surprised you didn't know that.

I think your brain has
a thick candy shell.

Y-Your brain has
the shell on it.

- Are you talking?
- Shut up, Richard.

Ron, don't tell me the bank thinks
we need to wait it out.

Any business that tires to wait
it out will be just that - out.

In auto parts, you're either growin'
or you're dyin'

There ain't no third direction.

Tom, you're talking about a huge loan.

Maybe instead of borrowing,
you should take on a partner

No. This always has been
and always will be a family firm.

My grandfather founded it in '21.

My father kept it runnin'
during the Depression.

My Aunt Aileen ran it when he went
to war, and someday my son will run it.

Hi, Dad.

Tommy!

Damn, I'm proud of you,
Mr. Big-Time College Grad!

Thanks, Dad.

- You're lookin' great, kid.
- Thanks, Mr. Rittenhauer.

- How ya doing, Mr. Reilly?
- Oh, real good. Real good.

I had a kidney removed last April,
but I still have the other one.

- You remember Mr. Gilmore from the bank.
- Nice to see you again, sir.

Why don't you come out
on the floor with us?

Gilmore needs reminding of
why he does business with us.

Listen, Richard, could you--

--run these figures by
accounting. No problem.

My fellow nerds and I will retire to
the nerdery with our calculators.

We should have something for you
by this afternoon.

Hard hats, gentlemen.
Get hit in the head without wearing one,

they scoop your brains out
with a goddamn soup ladle.

Look alive! Low bridge!

Son of a-- !

- You all right, Tommy?
- Yeah.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- Danny! How's that new son-in-law?
- He's a real pain in the butt.

Tommy, you're back!
Way to go on that D-plus!

Hey, thanks, Danny! Lookin' good, man!

- Hey, Tommy!
- How ya doin'?

Hey, how are ya?
Good to see ya.

How ya doin'?

- Hey, Sammy!
- Hey Tommy. Welcome home, buddy.

Tommy, welcome back!

Hang in there, Ron,
we're almost there.

Lou, I got papers I want you
to sign in the office.

-Hey, Louis!
-Hey, Tommy!

What are you doing on the floor?

I was going crazy on the loading docks,
so your dad moved me in here.

- What is this thing?
- It's a buffer.

I take oil filters that need smoothing
and give 'em a quick zap.

- Can I try one?
- Help yourself!

Nice distance.

- Tommy! Come on! Let's go!
- Yes, sir!

See ya.

Here she is, Ron. My dream.

This, my friend, is our new
brake-pad division

and the future of Callahan Auto.

- Quite a sight, Tom.
- This is awesome!

You say these brake pads are
gonna revolutionize the industry?

- Composed of high-grade steel and graphite.
- Goddamn Rolls-Royce of brake pads.

I get tears in my eyes
just thinking about it.

Woah!

Hey, you're comin' awful fast.
How ya doin'?

I need fresh capital for material,
for a a new work force...

...before I can turn these machines on.

Look out.
I've got cat-like speed and reflexes.

In 23 years, have I
ever said no to you?

Why say 'no' when it feels
so good to say 'yes'?

I was checking the specs on
the end line for the rotary... girder...

I'm retarded. I'm...

OK, Tom. Let's go.

Yes, sir.

OK, left.

Can I open my eyes now, Dad?

I told you, you didn't have to
close them in the first place, son.

Go ahead. Open 'em up.

- That's my name!
- That's your new office, college grad!

Awesome. Hey, there's even a fridge!

This is great!

You could put six-packs of b--
soda in here.

Milk, yoghurt...
You could put candy bars in the freezer.

Anything that you wanna keep cool.

Mr. Callahan, I need your
John Hancock on these reports.

"John Hancock"! It's Herbie Hancock.

Duh.

Richard, check out my new office.

You have a window. And why shouldn't
you? You've been here ten minutes.

Son, these are our new catalogues.
Get to know them.

Richard, look after Tommy boy here
till he gets his feet wet.

Sure. And thanks for choosing me.

We're going home early today.
I got another surprise for ya.

Cool. Thanks, Dad.

It's called reading.
Top to bottom, left to right.

Group words together as a sentence.

Take Tylenol for any headaches,
Midol for any cramps.

Shut up.

Can I open my eyes now, Dad?

For God's sake son, will you
quit covering your damn eyes!

Holy shnikes!

- Is that for me?
- No, son, that's for me.

Oh, man! Dad, she's like a ten.

- Hi, honey.
- Hi.

This must be Tommy. Are you Tommy?

- I'm Tommy.
- I'm Beverly, and you are just adorable.

Son, I got an announcement to make.

Tom, I've asked Beverly to be my wife.

Whoa! Man!

What'd she say?

It's so cool that you're getting married
Saturday. Where'd you guys meet?

We met at a fat-farm spa-resort thing.
Beverly was one of the trainers.

In fact, she was the only one of the trainers I
didn't wanna plant six feet under a lettuce patch.

Wait till you hear this, Tommy.
She's got a son.

He worked at the spa too.

He's a terrific guy. You're really gonna like him.
He's coming here today for the wedding.

Tommy, it sounds funny, saying this...

...but my son is going to
be your new brother.

Brother? I'm gonna have a brother?

I've always dreamed
about havin' a brother!

- Speak of the devil.
- A brother!

- Brother?
- I'm Paul. You must be Tommy.

Brothers don't shake hands.
Brothers gotta hug.

I can't believe I have a whole
new family. This is awesome.

Yeah. Great.

No offense, but if I sent a picture of
your mom to my buddies at school,

she'd definitely be Boner of the Month.

I'm honored. So is there anything
to do in this town besides eat?

Tons of stuff. Late-night pitch-and-putt.

We could go to the livestock auction
and cruise the 4-H babes.

Throw stuff off the bridge.
What do you feel like doing?

I dunno, somethin' a
little more dangerous...

Sure. All you can handle, bro.

Look at 'em there.
Pretty maids all in a row.

I want the one on the left.
She's perfect.

Which one do you want? Huh? Huh?

- Does it make a difference?
- Oh, yeah.

Wait a second. Is this your first time?

Yeah, Tommy, it is.

You're gonna remember this
the rest of your life!

I can't believe you've never been
cow tippin' before!

Get ready to live.

Shh! She's sleepin'.

What you do is you put your shoulder
into her, and you push.

- And?
- They fall over.

And this doesn't strike you
as kind of... dumb?

We're family. We're gonna be doing
lots of dumb stuff together.

Wait till Christmas.

Ya keep your feet shoulder-width apart.

Stay between the udder and the hock.
It's a 32 Belly option. On two, on two.

Hut! Hut!

Son of a-- !

- Holy shnikes!
- Hey! Get off my property!

Run for it! Run for it!

- I'll save you, brother!
- Get away from me!

Get up! I love you!

Hey, get me. My turn. Over here.

These shoes are Italian.
They're worth more than your life.

Man, did I get douched with mud!

Hey, Chucko.
That doesn't smell like mud.

Oh, man, that's cold!

♪ I'm a maniac,
maniac on the floor... ♪

♪ ...and I'm dancin' like I've
never danced before ♪

Did you eat a lot of paint chips
when you were a kid?

Why?

- Morning, Rick.
- Hi

Luke...

Luke, I am your father.

Aww, I've interrupted Happy Time.

Look, your father wants you to check out
the delay problems at the loading dock.

Now, I know you'd love to just sit
there and keep being not slim...

...but we gotta work
a little today, OK?

- That was from Star Wars.
- I know.

RT, I think I figured out the problem.
This order's going to Columbus.

That's a one-day delivery,
but you've got it marked down for two.

That's because it's going to Columbus,
Georgia. Not Columbus, Ohio.

You see these letters by the city?
That's called a state.

What else you got, wonder boy?

Uh...

That's pretty much it for now.

Maybe you should go back to college for
another seven years and study a globe.

Tommy Callahan?

Michelle Brock. Chaparral High.
Remember?

Oh, yeah, I remember.
I sat next to you in history.

You work here?
That's so bizarre that you work here.

Come on in.
And forget about RT.

He's pissed off 'cause he recently
found out what a loser he is.

Ha-ha! "What a loser he is"

Hey, nice! How come you don't put
the files in the file cabinets?

- I don't like file cabinets.
- Why not?

You have to open 'em.

I've got my own system.
Hasn't failed me yet.

All orders go through me,

which means I spend half
my pathetically anal life in here.

If I couldn't do things my way, I'd
freak out and blow up the whole town.

Cool!

Hey, remember your brother Duane?
Whatever happened to him?

We used to go to Safeway and get
caught trying to steal doughnuts.

He's a cop.

He had to get a real job when my
parents moved to Cuyahoga Falls.

- Want one?
- I'd better not.

I have what doctors call
a little bit of a weight problem.

I used to grab bear claws as a kid,
two at a time.

And I'd get 'em lodged
right in this region here.

- How about some coffee?
- I'd love some.

I bet half the town's here.

You look great, Dad.

You look good too, Tommy boy.

Listen, Tommy, this marriage thing.
I know it's a big step.

But ever since your mom died...

Well...

Look, Tommy, there's something about
gettin' old and being alone...

Somethin'...

Dad...

It's cool.

You know? I just want you to be happy.

Yeah, I know you do. And I am, kid.
I am happy, Tommy boy.

- They're ready for you, sir.
- Good! We're ready too.

So, how do we look?

Chubby?

I think that's the champagne talking.

And so these vows are held
sacred from now until eternity.

If any person finds a reason
these two should not be wed...

...speak now or forever hold your peace.
- You kiddin'? Go got 'em, Tom!

By the powers vested in me
by the State of Ohio,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

♪ I know you wanna leave me,
but I refuse to let you go ♪

♪ If I have to beg and plead
for your sympathy ♪

♪ I don't mind 'cause you
mean that much to me ♪

Hey, guys.
Say something to the bride and groom.

Dad and Beverly, this is Michelle Brock,
the prettiest gal in Sandusky.

- Say a little something into the camera.
- A little something into the camera.

Sounds good, Tom, but I'd like to take a
look at your operation before I commit.

Fair enough, Doug. 'Course I could get
a good look at a T-bone steak

by sticking my head up a bull's ass, but
I'd rather take the butcher's word for it.

"Bull's ass"! That's great!

- And you guarantee everything?
- I could guarantee you all day long,

but we both know a guarantee is only
as good as the man who writes it.

Sounds good, Tom.
I'll send the contract next week.

- Good man. Good man.
- You're still the best, Tom.

Eight whiskey sours and I still sell
the son of a bitch. Damn! I'm good.

I just wanna tell ya,
you look dynamite today, Beverly.

Yeah, Tom, you are a lucky man.
Boy, would I like to get some of that!

Good Lord!

Oh, God. No. Listen, Richard,
you got an edit button on that thing?

- It'll cost ya!
- Come here, you little prick.

All right, hold it a second, folks.
Wait a minute.

Yeah, it's working.

Thank you for coming today to welcome
two new Callahans to the family:

My beautiful wife Beverly
and my new son Paul!

I feel like the luckiest man
in the world today.

Hit it!

Right now I'm gonna need you,
Tommy boy, to get this place going.

Me, Dad?

- Yeah, you, Tommy boy. Get up.
- Dad, I really don't think--

OK.

First rocker:
Take it, Tommy boy!

♪ Hey momma don't
you treat me wrong ♪

♪ Come and love me
baby all night long ♪

Testify, Tommy boy! Testify!

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ Alright now ♪

♪ Tell me what'd I say ♪

Second rocker: me!

♪ See the girl with
the diamond ring ♪

♪ She knows how to
twist that thing ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

That's right, Dad!

♪ Hey hey ♪

Come on now, Dad!

♪ Alright now ♪

♪ Tell me what'd I say ♪
♪ What did I say? ♪

Hit the hey's and the ho's.

♪ Hey-y-y ♪
♪ Hey-y-y ♪

♪ Ho-o-o ♪
♪ Ho-o-o ♪

-Hey!
-Hey!

-Ho!
-Ho!

-Hey!
-Hey!

-Ho!
-Ho!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Yeah, Dad!
Come on now!

♪ Hey what'd I say ♪

♪ Yeah what'd I say ♪

♪ Come on now,
Feel s-- ♪♪

- Dad?
- Somebody call 911!

There's not much more
we can say, really.

We've lost someone we loved,
and it hurts.

Even though Tom is gone,

he'll remain in our lives forever,

comforting us, making us laugh,

and watching over us.

My dad gave me this boat.

We'd come out here late at night when
there was no one else on the lake,

and then he'd be over there
on the shore

and he'd yell
"Quit playing with your dinghy!"

I'm gonna really miss him.

- Your father was a great guy.
- Yeah.

- I'm glad you brought me out here.
- I can't believe you wanted to.

Although it's pretty fun.

If we had some wind...

I can't believe there's no wind.
You need wind, 'cause it um...

- Helps push the sail.
- Yeah.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I don't know. But I gotta do something.

I don't know what.

- Man, do I sound like an idiot.
- No.

Sorry about this wind. I can't believe
there isn't any wind. This is ridiculous.

No, it's great.

It's very... peaceful.

Hey, Tubbo! You ain't moving!

Yeah. Need a little wind here!

No. You need to drop a couple
hundred pounds, blimp!

Rascals.

I guess that's your theory!

So we'll see what happens.

Hey! Your sail is limp!
Like your dick!

Watch your language
in front of the lady, punk!

Jeez. You were saying...?

Hey, Gilligan! Did you eat the skipper?

You better pray to the god of skinny
punks that this wind doesn't pick up!

'Cause I'll come over there
and jam an oar up your ass!

Jeepers creepers. Those guys keep
interrupting us. I'm sorry about that.

You were saying about...

Hey, lady, look out!
There's a fat whale on your boat!

Yeah! Free Willy!

Listen, you spazoids! I know where
you live and I've seen where you sleep!

I swear to everything holy

that your mothers will cry when they
see what I've done to you!

I was just kidding.
I have no idea where they live.

That was awesome.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we're in real trouble.

Zalinsky Industries has an offer
on the table to buy us out.

But as you realize,
Callahan has been family-owned

since Tommy's great-grandfather
laid the first brick.

I'll be damned if that's
gonna change on my watch.

If we sell while our value's high,

everyone who owns stock
stands to make a lot of money.

That includes you, Mrs. Callahan...

...now that you and Tommy are
the primary shareholders.

It seems vulgar to think about
money at a time like this.

I don't wanna hear
the word "sell" again.

But we need that loan to keep us afloat
until we figure things out.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Tom got in way over his head
with the new brake-pad division.

The bank can't put up any more money.

When Big Tom died,
Callahan Auto may have died with him.

If this factory goes under,
the whole town goes under.

That's when the whores come in.

- Here we go.
- Excuse me? What was that?

Men laying their trick money down.
$20 to pay the rent?

Maybe instead I'll spend it
on the whore.

Frank, I don't think we have any choice.

Maybe I can help. I'll give ya everything
I've got - my house, the stock.

If I give you that stuff as collateral,
then will you give us that loan?

Well, yes, I suppose so.

What are you saying, Tommy? You just
wanna hand over your inheritance?

If it'll help get the brake pads going.

My dad said they were
the future at Callahan.

But who's going to sell them?

- I will. I'll go on my dad's sales trip.
- I'll be damned.

Whores running around doing their little
behind-shake for the menfolk.

I kind of like her idea.

For Christ's sake! Once, during the war,
I visited a prostitute.

My life has been a living hell ever since.

Do we really wanna put the future of
the company in Tommy's hands?

We're running low on options here, Ted.

I can hold out Zalinsky for a couple of
weeks. What have we got to lose?

How about the jobs of 300 people?

Tommy, you don't know
the first thing about brake pads.

I know I'm probably not the answer
you guys are looking for...

...but I feel like I gotta do something.

You're right.
I don't know much about this stuff.

But he does.

Oh, no.

Richard knows more about brake
pads than anyone in here.

And since you were my
dad's right-hand man, hmm...

I'd say you have the
rest of the year wide open.

Time out. Bad idea. No one can help
baby Huey out there on the road.

You have a better suggestion?

Ugh, I can actually
hear you getting fatter.

What did I say about eating in the car?

That it's not good,
'cause it spoils your dinner?

Tommy, this is not a vacation for me.

I'm out here against my will.
The least you can do is pretend to work.

OK? Now let's review.

OK, you're right. Review time.
Let's do it up. Feed me!

What are the three grades
of brake pads?

Umm...

Personal, commercial
and... uh... agricultural.

What is our carrying charge
for the merchandise?

Oh, man...

- One and a...
- Half percent! I knew that!

Why can't I remember it?

Try an association. Say the average
person uses ten percent of their brain.

How much do you use?
One and a half percent.

The rest is clogged with
malted hops and bong resin.

I gotta do this! I gotta do this!

I've gotta be the one. I've gotta do this.

It's gotta be me. It's gotta...

- Are you ready?
- Yeah. Sorry. I'm ready.

- Does this suit make me look fat?
- No. Your face does.

OK. Let's check you out.

- It's a clip-on.
- Are you sure?

It's sale time, so remember:
We don't take no--

- No shit from anyone!
- No.

- We don't take no prisoners.
- We don't take no for an answer.

We don't take no for an answer.

We don't take no for an answer.
We don't take no for an answer.

- No.
- Okey-dokey!

- No.
- Gotcha! Thanks!

- Mm-mmm
- Terrific! Thanks for your time.

Let me say...

... maybe.

Well, then...

The spectrometer read-out
on the nickel-cadmium alloy mix

indicates a good rich fade, decreasing
incidence of wear to the pressure plate.

Whoa, little fella.
You're not speaking my language.

What my associate is trying to say
is that...

Our new brake pads are really cool.
You're not even gonna believe it.

Like, let's say you're
driving along with your family,

and you're driving along...

All of a sudden there's a truck tire
in the road, and you hit the brakes.

Woah... that was close.

Now let's see what happens with
"the other guy's" brake pads.

You're driving along, driving along...

The kids yell from the back seat
"I gotta go to the bathroom, Daddy!"

"Not now, dammit!"

Truck tire.

I can't stop!

Help!

There's a cliff!

And your family's screaming
"Oh, my God! We're burning alive!"

"No! I can't feel my legs!"

In comes the meat wagon.

"Wee-yoo! Wee-yoo! Wee-yoo!"

And the medic gets out
and says "Oh, my God."

New guy's in the corner
puking his guts out.

"Blagh! Blagh!"

All because you wanna save
a couple of pennies.

- To me, it doesn't--
- Get out.

- Now!
- Yes, sir.

- Do you validate?
- Now!

Thank you.

She's a quart low.

Then put it in. That's your penance
for the puppet show back there.

And fill it up with gas, OK?

I'm gonna go ask directions
to our next huge embarrassing failure.

You're a huge embarrassing failure.

- What?
- Nothing.

Hey, chief, could you tell me
how far it is to Davenport?

22 miles.

- I can't find it on this map.
- Well, get yourself a new map.

Oh! Son of a-- !

For Pete...

Well, it's gotta be on the map.
Davenport, I mean.

Because you say it's 22 miles away.

And you're really smart,
yet it's not on the map.

- I'm picking up your sarcasm.
- Well, I'm laying it on pretty thick.

That's a map of Illinois, which we're in,
on the border of Iowa,

which is where Davenport is.
22 miles away.

You're in the wrong state.
Get yourself a new map.

Oh...

Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?

- How much do I owe you for gas?
- You didn't pump any.

What?

- Why didn't you pump any gas?
- They're all out. They only got diesel.

Better go to the next station.

What'd you do?

I'd just like to welcome you all to
our annual Callahan Employee Night.

I know it doesn't feel the same
without Big Tom here.

But we're still a family.
So let's try and have some fun.

Mr. Rittenhauer, is it true Tommy's
on the road trying to save this place?

Tom's out there filling in for his dad
until we get things settled here.

Are you kidding? We're all screwed!

That kid's one apple
that fell way off the tree.

Mommy, I want a Popsicle.

"Mommy, I want a Popsicle."

That hurt.

You wanna act like a baby,
I'll treat you like one.

Now, if you wanna act like a big boy...

- Bad Mommy.
- Don't call me that. It's creepy.

This is working better than we planned.
No bleeding him dry in a divorce case.

The guy croaks and
you own half the company.

Too bad he didn't leave me any cash.
You talk to the banker?

Yeah. Your stock isn't worth dick
until they sell the place.

But that moment is rapidly approaching.

- Hi, Grandpa!
- Hi!

Mr. Rittenhauer, is Tommy doing OK?

Well, sometimes it take a little time
for a salesman to find his style.

- You think he's finding one?
- I hope so.

Hold on, honey.
I'll see ya, Michelle.

OK. See ya.

Paul, the only thing
keeping us poor is Tommy.

The guy's an idiot. He won't sell squat.

This is what I think of Callahan.

Tommy save the factory. That's a laugh.

I don't see any McKeesport.

It's the next town, Tons-of-Fun.
It's gotta be there.

OK, where's Moron?
Moron's here, so McKeesport...

Look, Magellan.
We're at this wrinkle here--

DEER!!!

There was nothing I could do, right?

If you didn't lean over to insult me,
you woulda seen it coming.

Shut up, Tommy. It's not my fault.

- Poor little furry thing.
- I've never seen one close up before.

What are we gonna do?
We can't just leave it here.

Loading it up took over an hour.

We only got 20 minutes before
Brady Automotive closes.

- Where are we gonna take the deer?
- I dunno, the vet?

- You take dead animals to the vet?
- Why not? Take you to the vet.

Yeah, I'll take you to the...

- Got that?
- Shut up.

Just down the hall, sir.
Last door on the left.

What's your hurry?

You know that thing in the back seat?

It's a rotting deer carcass.
We gotta take care of it quick.

This is one of our oldest customers,
so we should be in and out.

This sales thing isn't easy. You can't
go in and out. You gotta finesse 'em.

By sputtering out sentence fragments
and lighting things on fire?

No, but it's nice
to see you again, Mr. Insult.

Have you seen Richard anywhere?

'Cause if you do, could you ask him,
since he's so good,

- if he might wanna try selling?
- Oh, yeah? Watch and learn.

Of course I understand
what no means.

But if I took no for an answer,
I'd probably wind up

selling spicy hot dogs
and wearing a funny hat.

It makes sense, doesn't it?

I've been doing business with Callahan
since I hung out my shingle.

But I don't like you. Probably never will.

You're a smug, unhappy little man, and
you treat people like they were idiots.

Mr. Brady, you and my dad go way back.

Son, I was sorry to hear
about your dad. I was.

But, before I decide to keep
my business with you,

I'd have to come and have a look
at your new operation.

You can take a good look at a butcher's
ass by sticking your head up there,

but wouldn't you rather
take his word for it?

What?

I'm failing to make
the connection here, son.

No. I mean...

You can get a good look at a T-bone by
sticking your head up a butcher's ass.

No. It's gotta be your bull.

Here's the deal. If I want you...

- You have derailed.
- Shut up, Richard.

- Boy, I'm at a loss for words here.
- Forget it. I quit.

I can't do this any more, man.

My head's about to explode.

My whole life sucks!

I don't know what I'm doing,
where I'm going.

My dad just died. We just killed Bambi.
I'm out here getting my ass kicked.

And every time I drive down the road

I wanna jerk the wheel into
a goddamn bridge abutment!

I can't...

We'll be in touch.

- That guy might not call us.
- I can't believe he called me a psycho.

Hey, were you in there just now?
You are a psycho.

And comb your hair.

I wouldn't say you did much better.
Thought you were so cool.

"Watch and learn," he says.

Well, I was watching.
Know what I saw?

It's alive!

I think it tried to bite me!

Oh, man!

No way that just happened.

My car is completely destroyed.

I swear I've seen a lot of stuff in my life,

but that was...

awesome!

But sorry about your car, man.
That sucks.

We'll return to The Zalinsky Family Theater
after these messages.

Shut the window, Tommy.
You're letting moths in.

No, it's hot in here.
Look, it's him.

If you need spark plugs, ball joints,
camshafts, U-joints or rocker arms,

anything that can be screwed or glued
to that car of yours, come see ol' Ray.

Hey, you want a guarantee? I got
a guarantee stamped on every box.

He's got really weird hair.

But more important is the guarantee
I make to the American worker.

I want your truck to help you
get the job done.

I want your cruiser to get out safely,
so you can clean up the streets.

And I want your kids to be safe
when you take 'em for a ride.

- Thanks, Ray.
- Thank you, son.

The name's Zalinsky. I make car parts
for the American working man,

because that's what I am,
and that's who I care about.

Travel down to Zalinsky,
the auto parts king!

He seems like a nice guy.

This is the guy
trying to buy the company,

and all you can say is
"He seems like a nice guy."

He does.

Hello.

Hey, Michelle! Wow!
I'm glad you called me back.

Yeah, things are going great.
I feel my first sale coming on real soon.

Yeah, he's here. He's just going over
his car insurance forms.

Can we get any more moths in here?

What? Oh, Richard's vacuuming.

He's vacuuming.

I don't know. I guess he's clean.

Michelle, can I call you back
in a few minutes?

Thanks. I miss you. Bye.

You can't sleep with the window open.
And I'm gonna lay down more rules.

- What are you so mad about?
- Are you nuts?

Do you even have to ask?

My car is destroyed.
We haven't made one sale.

Which means we only have to sell half a
million brake pads in the next ten days,

or the factory's going under.

And the one guy that should care
about all this -- you -- doesn't.

You know what, Richard? You don't
know me as good as you think you do.

I care about stuff.
I'm getting better at this sales thing.

Well, I'm not, but I could if you help me.

I got enough to do without
having to change your diapers.

Richard...

Is this your coat?

Don't do it.

Fat guy in a little coat!
Fat guy in a little coat!

Don't.

♪ Fat guy in a little coat ♪

♪ Fat guy in a little coat ♪

- Take it off, dickhead. I'm serious.
- Richard, what's happening--

Uh-oh...

- Hey, good tune, man.
- I don't think so.

Yeah! Here we go.

This song sucks.

- Talk about lame.
- Totally.

- Change it if you want.
- It's up to you.

- I can live with it if you can.
- Suit yourself.

♪ Don't you remember you
told me you loved me baby ♪

♪ You said you'd be comin'
back this way again, baby ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby,
baby, baby, oh, baby ♪

♪ I lo-o-ve you ♪

Oh, God!

Hey, I was just thinking...

When we stopped for gas this morning,
I think it was you who put the oil in.

If you're gonna say I didn't put the right
kind in, you're wrong. I used 10W-30.

And motor oil would have
nothing to do with this accident.

True. But you can't latch the hood
too well if you don't take the can out,

you no-selling waste of space!
I swear to God you're worthless!

I'm sorry about your car. But don't
call me worthless. I'm trying my best.

- I'm not my dad.
- You're not your dad.

He could sell a ketchup Popsicle
to a woman in white gloves.

- Ketchup Popsicle?
- I learned everything I know from him.

I didn't have a father,
and he looked out for me.

He was your real dad,
and you took it for granted.

"I'm Big Tom's son. He'll fix everything,
so I'm allowed to be a moron."

That's it! Get out! Get out of the car!

It's go time -- you and me!

Mommy, the rhino's close to the car!

Him too afraid to get out!
He just a little guy!

That's it. I'm gonna wail on you.

You're gonna regret this, Porky.

Hey, boys and girls, it's Papa Smurf!

- You don't want none of me.
- Gimme your best shot.

Let me have it.

That was it? You can do better
than that, Captain Limp Wrist.

Try again.

Hey, is there a window open?
I feel a draft.

If I'd wanted a kiss
I would've called your mother.

That was a good one.

Hey, Prehistoric Forest.

Richard, do I have a mark on my face?
It really hurts.

Nope. Nothing.
I thought I hit you in the shoulder.

My shoulder doesn't hurt much,
but my face does.

Right here.

Not here or here so much,
but right here.

Nope. Shipshape.

Waitress, could I get that shrimp
cocktail I saw in the glass case?

And you, what can I get...?

- Jesus, what happened to your face?
- I knew it. See, Richard?

I'll have chicken wings.

Kitchen's closed until dinner.
We've just got cold stuff and desserts.

Boy, some chicken wings would really
hit the spot. Are you sure it's closed?

Let me check.

- Yup, it's closed.
- OK.

I'll just have a sugar packet or two.

Hey, what's your name?

- Helen.
- That's nice. You look like a Helen.

Helen, we're both in sales. Let me tell
you why I suck as a salesman.

Let's say I go into some guy's office.
Let's say he's remotely interested in buying.

Well, then I get all excited.
I'm like JoJo, the Idiot Circus Boy

with a pretty new pet.
The pet is my possible sale.

"Oh, my pretty little pet, I love you."

So I stroke it, and I pet it,

and I massage it.

I love my little naughty pet.
You're naughty!

Then I take my naughty pet, and I go...

I killed it!

I killed my sale.

That's when I blow it.

That's when people like us have gotta
forge ahead, Helen. Am I right?

God, you're sick.

Tell ya what. I'll turn the fryers back
on and throw some wings in for ya.

Hey! Thanks, Helen.
Tommy likey.

Tommy want wingy.

Did that board knock
somethin' loose?

What are you talkin' about?

That 180 you pulled with the waitress.
Why can't you sell like that?

I was just having fun.
If we didn't get the wings, so what?

We still got that meat lover's
pizza in the trunk.

You were relaxed,
so you had confidence.

And that's what it takes to sell --
confidence.

Your dad had that. Ugh, why do you
always have to de-turd these things?

My dad was smart. I'm not.

Very true.
But there's two types of smarts:

Book smarts, which waved
bye-bye to you long ago,

and street smart -
the ability to read people.

You know how to do that, like your dad.

He knew what people wanted to hear
and what people needed to hear.

That's what selling is about. These people
are buying you, not just brake pads.

Hey, everybody, it's Tony Robbins.

- Maybe you're right.
- I think I am.

Holy Lord, look at this guy.
Caught him right after Thanksgiving.

- Nice, Richard.
- I need a pooper-scooper.

I like your line, and I like your prices.
But there's a problem.

There's no guarantee on the box.

If something breaks down you can call
me, even if I'm home watching TV.

Callahan has guaranteed
every part sold since 1925.

Maybe so, but it's not on the box.
It should always be on the box,

comforting you, calling out
"I'll never let you down."

"But if I do,
I'm gonna make things all better."

Our brake pads are made
with non-corrosive poly-plated--

Son, my customers need to see that
little label looking 'em right in the eye.

Hey, you can get a good look
at your butcher--

What?

- Remember, chicken wings.
- Chicken wings?

- All right, about guarantees...
- Fellas, you just ran out of time.

Chicken wings.

Let's think about this for a sec, Ted.

Why would somebody put
a guarantee on a box?

- Very interesting.
- Go on, I'm listening.

The way I see it, Ted,
a guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box

'cause he wants you to feel
all warm and toasty inside.

- Yeah. Makes a man feel good.
- Of course it does. Why shouldn't it?

Put that box under your pillow at night,

the Guarantee Fairy might come by
and leave a quarter. Am I right, Ted?

What's your point?

The point is, how do you know
the fairy isn't a crazy glue-sniffer?

He sneaks into your house once.
That's all it takes.

Next thing, there's money missing
and your daughter's knocked up.

Why do they put a guarantee
on the box, then?

'Cause they know all they sold you
was a guaranteed piece of shit.

If you want me to take a dump in a box
and mark it "guaranteed," I will.

For your customers' sake,
for your daughter's sake,

you might wanna think about buying
a quality product from me.

- OK. I'll buy from you.
- Well, that's-- What?

He's made one deal.
It's not the end of the world.

What would be good for us?
We wanna sell the factory.

They're not gonna sell the factory
as long as Tommy's making sales.

- Why don't you come to bed?
- I got it!

What does every factory need? Trucks.

They make stuff. They've gotta ship it.
It's all very simple.

Stop the trucks. Stop Tommy boy.

Oh, God!

Not good.

Let's at least take five minutes
to celebrate our first victory.

We got lucky.
Don't jinx it.

We only have a week left
before the loan's due.

I've gotta finish figuring out our trip
so we can jam out early.

You work out the scientific stuff.
I'll get a pizza.

All I need to figure out is whether
to get Chicago style or a thin crust.

"The salesman has left the building."

See ya in a little bit.

Oh, mamacita!

Hi.

Don't give her the weight-room thing.

You know where the weight room is?
I'll check it out.

Sorry.

Oh, Daddy like.

You get wet, honey.
You deserve a swim.

Now take off that itchy robe.

Nobody's around. It's naughty time.

Oh, God, I've been patient.
Please don't stop.

We've been on the road...
Oh, those are real.

No one's looking.

Speakin' of no one's looking...

Bad girl.

Oh, thank you.

I'm back.

- Richard, what were you doing?
- Going over some documents.

Where are they?
Jeez, I don't see them.

- In my briefcase. Where's the pizza?
- They were closed.

How could you be reading documents
when they're in your briefcase?

Hmm. That's a mystery.

Richard, were you watching
spanktravision?

OK, let's hit it.

Maybe it was that movie with
that comedian... What's his name?

- Buddy Whack-it?
- All right, let's get some shuteye.

- Hey, that's a pretty girl down there.
- Good for her.

Jeez, I wonder if she goes out
with one of the Yankees.

Couldn't tell ya.

Big day tomorrow. I hope we can keep
this momentum going.

Yep, that'd be good.

Richard?
Who's your favorite Little Rascal?

Alfalfa?

Or is it Spanky?

Sinner.

Yes. I'll buy.

Yes. I like what I hear.

Yes. Sounds good. By the way,

did you ever eat paint chips
as a kid?

Son of a-- !

I'm OK.

A thousand units to Oshkosh?
Tommy, that's fabulous.

Your dad never sold a thousand in
Oshkosh. Not since I've been here.

Lord, I never had to tinkle
so bad in all my life.

W-what the...?

Richard! You're a riot! Stop the car!

Son of a-- !

What the hell's gotten into you?!

My thing got stuck in my zipper!
I got piss all over my pants!

OK. Thanks. Bye.

There you are. I thought
I'd make a couple of calls.

OK, Mom. I'll call you later, then.
Bye-bye.

So what do you want?

I just wanted to tell you that Tommy's
been talking a lot about you recently.

- I thought you might wanna know that.
- He's so sweet.

It means so much having
you and your mom as family.

- He says the sweetest things about her.
- Everything he does is sweet.

So when does Sweetie get back?

This Friday, which is great because
we're backed up on orders.

- He's turned into this selling machine.
- Well, I'd say hang on to him.

I gotta go.

Yes, I can have that for you tomorrow.
Well, that'd be great. Thank you, sir.

Yahoo! Yes.

- Housekeeping.
- No, thank you. Sleeping.

- Housekeeping.
- Could you come back in an hour?

- Housekeeping. You want towel?
- Don't want towels. Need sleepy.

Housekeeping. You want mint for pillow?

Please go away.
Let me sleep, for the love of God!

Housekeeping.
You want me jerk you off?

What kind of hotel is this?
Oh, it's you.

Good morning, sunshine.
Hey guess what?

I called Auto Tech
and they decided to make an order.

So, according to my calculations,
that puts us over the mark.

- We did it?
- We did it.

Yes!

Oh, Richard, I'm so happy. Hold me.

- Yikes.
- Don't run away from your feelings!

♪ Come on Eileen
Oh, I swear what he means ♪

♪ At this moment ♪

♪ You mean everything ♪♪

♪ It's the end of the world
as we know it... ♪

♪ ...and I feel f-i-i-ne... ♪

♪ Six o'clock TV hour...
Don't... caught... [mumbling]... ♪♪

♪ Como una promesa,
eres tú, eres tú ♪

♪ Como una mañana de verano ♪

♪ Como una sonrisa,
eres tú, eres tú ♪

♪ Así, así, eres tú ♪

♪ E-e-res tú... ♪♪

Something went haywire. Your shipments
got screwed up in the computer.

The wrong parts went to the wrong
cities. All hell has broken loose.

- I don't believe this.
- So we call everyone and explain.

Half the orders have already
been cancelled.

They think it's an indication
of how things work around here.

We won't be able to make
the payment to the bank.

This is like a bad Twilight Zone.
I think I'm growing a tumor.

We'll talk to the bank.
Maybe they'll give us a break.

We've been doing business
with 'em for 23 years!

Tommy, it's all over.

You made a valiant effort,
but we have to sell to Zalinsky.

I'm flying to Chicago
to sign over the company.

What's gonna happen to the factory?

He's gonna shut it down.
Zalinsky doesn't care about our workers.

He wants the Callahan name. That's all.

Did anyone see Scanners?

The bottom line is, by 6pm tomorrow
we'll all be unemployed.

Don't say anything. I know I've
ruined your life, and you hate me.

Let me pack my things and I'll go
crawl into a dark hole for a few years.

Hi.

- So, do you hate me?
- I just don't get it.

I guaranteed overnight delivery.
We faxed our shipping addresses, didn't we?

Yes. And they were right when I put
them into my computer. I swear.

Oh, man! This was so big!

I know it was big, but it wasn't my fault.

Why can't you put your files in the
file cabinets like everybody else?

Maybe if you weren't such
a rebel, you could avoid--

Don't worry, I've quit. You won't have to
put up with anything any more.

Hey, Michelle, wait.
Come on! Please?

Thanks. Have a good flight.
May I help you?

I called about a ticket to
Cuyahoga Falls. The name's Brock.

That flight's going through Columbus.
Let me just call that up for you.

Excuse me.

Hello, is Detective Duane Brock
on duty today?

This town doesn't know
what's about to hit it.

Fish in a barrel, my friend. Town's
the fish, people are the barrel.

Fish in a barrel.

Richard, you can't drink in a car. Don't
you know we can get busted for that?

I'm sorry. I did not know that.

But right now we got a bigger problem.

- Beer's coming back up.
- Oh, Lord!

Here we go.

Cops! Dammit, Richard!
The whole car smells like beer.

They're never gonna believe
I wasn't drinking.

Hold on.

- What are you doing?
- I've got an idea.

What the hell?

- When I stop the car, scream.
- No problem.

Little trick my dad taught me.

Bees! Bees!

Bees in the car!
Bees everywhere!

God, they're huge!
They're ripping my flesh off!

Son, roll around!
Roll around on the ground!

Forget that! I'm starting to swell up!

Save yourself!
Don't be a hero!

- Frank, I'm allergic to bees.
- Me too.

They're huge and they sting crazy!

- We'll come back later!
- Save yourself!

Your firearms are useless against them!

Holy shnikes, it worked.

I just barfed on an anthill.

Cool.

I think they're pissed.

- Yeah! That's the answer!
- Doesn't look like the answer.

I don't remember eating that.

Zalinsky! We'll go to Chicago,
tell him we're not for sale.

He seems like a good guy on TV.
He'll understand.

You are dreaming. You can't stop him.
You lost your shares to the bank.

What the hell. In less than 24 hours,
I lose the factory anyway.

So why not give it a shot?

Chicago?

Chicago.

- Hey, you can't park here.
- Keep it.

Hey, where are you goin'?

Leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Hi, Michelle, this is Tommy.

Listen, I'm sorry about what I said.
I was being an idiot.

I want to apologize, 'cause I didn't mean it.

Anyway, Richard and I are going to
Chicago to straighten things out.

The next flight boards in five minutes,
but, I'm sorry,

it's sold out. I can put you on another
one at three o'clock this afternoon.

Lady, we really need to get to Chicago.
Is there anything you can do?

I can put you in
at Salt Lake City by 4:00,

- and another flight from...
- I don't have time for that.

I need a direct flight to Chicago.

I can reserve you a flight coming
back from Chicago at 5:55.

- Does that help?
- Hi. I'm Earth. Have we met?

I don't think so.

So I'll talk to you later? OK. Bye.

We're screwed. No tickets to Chicago.
Not even stand-by.

There's gotta be something we can do.

Wait a minute...

You got any money?
'Cause I got a plan.

Yikes.

- We're gonna get busted. Let's get out.
- Too late. Hey, guess who's here!

What are we serving tonight?
Chicken or... chicken?

What a surprise. They said
we were gonna be shorthanded.

Could you handle the announcements?

- Okey-dokey. No problemo.
- They're gonna know we're bogus.

You get on the horn.
I'll throw peanuts at 'em.

We'll be in Chicago before you know it.

OK, folks, the guy
in front of you is Tommy.

He'll be taking you through
my little spiel here.

Tommy is a Scorpio, he likes biking,
and he's never been laid.

Exits. OK, there's one back here,

and there's probably one over by
the wing somewhere. Usually.

And what about seat belts?

Take the little end and stick it
in the big end, and... Hey, know what?

If you don't know
how to use a seat belt,

Tommy'll come back there and hit you
on the head, 'cause you're a retard.

And life preservers.
These we may need.

What are the odds of hitting a lake?
If anything, it's gonna be a mountain.

To inflate, put it around your neck
and yank down on the tabs.

Damn!

Son of a-- !

I can't breathe!

I'm choking!

He's a big, dumb animal, isn't he, folks?

We're making our final
approach into Chicago.

Ma'am, are you still alive?

Ma'am, there's a half-hour time limit.

¡Ay caramba!

OK, we're running out of time.
You can't go see Zalinsky like that.

Now go change.

Go.

Shh!

Can you do your seat belt?

I'm OK. I'm fine. I'm fine now.

- What are you doing?
- I'm nervous, so I'm sweating.

Well, you're gonna smell like
a cab driver. Not that that's bad.

- I wanna be fresh for the meeting.
- Well, you look good. Are you ready?

Ready or not, this is crunch time.

525. That's it.

Son of a-- ! That's gonna leave a mark.

Look at this place!

- Welcome to the pros.
- No way! It's him!

There he is, my friend. The king himself.

Let's do it. It's go time.

Where'd he go?

You check the elevators.
I'll check the bank.

Where is he? Where is he?

Listen up! This'll only take a second!

Does anybody...?

Oh jeez...

- Wow! What's going on out here?
- Walk slow.

- OK. Why?
- Nothing.

- Am I consorting with a known felon?
- Shut up, Richard.

- It's the guy who robbed the bank!
- I didn't rob any bank.

Oh, yeah, right, like it was some other
real fat guy with a tiny head.

I got a tiny head?

Zalinsky.

Say something.

Mr. Zalinsky? I'm Tommy Callahan.
Big Tom Callahan's son.

Sorry to hear about your dad.
He was a good man.

Went a little heavy
on the pine-tree perfume, kid.

Sir, it's a taxi-cab air freshener.

Great, you've pinpointed it.
Step two is washing it off.

- Sir, what exactly happened here?
- He came up behind me,

and after he hit me many, many times
in the head with a hammer,

I had to give him my gun.
You know, I've got kids.

So, as more details emerge,
Action 8 will be there.

But the factory's been in my family for
70 years. You can't just shut it down.

Son, Callahan's a premium name.
That's what I'm buying.

I can make the parts,
put 'em in a Callahan box,

and sell 'em at a premium price.

Why keep your factory?
All I want's the goddamn box.

There's a town involved here. Callahan
factory is the only thing keeping it alive.

I'm providing a service. I'm
thinning the corporate herd.

You've seen Daktari.
The weaker animals always go.

The kids cry when you tie old Tiger
to a tree and shoot him, but that's life!

We gotta tie a few factories to a tree
and bash 'em with a shovel.

If I can grab your share of the market,

put a little coin in my pocket by being
the asshole, well, what the hell?

You sure are different
in your TV commercials.

What the American public doesn't know

is what makes them
the American public, all right?

God, I love that.

Hell, we're not just building
automotive components.

We're adding horsepower
to American industry.

You say one word to anyone,
and I will kill you.

It looks real.

Television's been good to me, son.

I make car parts for
the American working man,

because that's what I am,
and that's who I care about.

Truth is, I make car parts
for the American working man

because I'm a hell of a salesman,
and he doesn't know any better.

Since you're no longer a shareholder,
this is where I leave you.

This chain of events was
set in motion a long time ago.

You and your baldheaded friend here,
you did what you could.

Have security see these boys out.

Mrs. Callahan.

What's my family doing in there?

I thought they were on my side.

They had a lot to gain
if the factory was sold.

Boy, did I screw up.

My so-called family deserted me.
Michelle's mad at me.

I lost the factory, the town's going
under, and I'm out of a job.

Coulda done without that.
Jeez, I'm an idiot!

Boy, I sure let my dad down.

You tried as hard as you could.
When we first started,

I thought you'd just walk through this,
like everything else. But you didn't.

Your dad would have been proud
of you. And you got a friend out of it.

Now, I know it doesn't matter
because you have so many, but...

I don't.

Thanks, man.

Tommy!

Michelle!

- Don't tell her about my hair.
- Let it go!

- I was worried I wouldn't find you.
- What are you doing here?

I got your message.
I was at the airport. I was going home.

I saw your stepbrother and
stepmother and he was kissing her.

- So?
- With his tongue.

- He's doing his mommy?
- She's not his mom. They're married.

They were lying to your dad.

- My brother got his police reports.
- They lied to my dad?

- They're con artists.
- They lied to my dad!

Richard, I'm gonna need your watch.
I've got a plan.

Yikes.

Folks, Mr. Zalinsky gave us instructions
to bar you from the building.

Sorry, boys.
Hopefully we'll just be in and out.

My God, he's wired!

And no cops.
Wouldn't want things to get messy.

- That was fun.
- Now what?

Well, it's six o'clock. Time for the news.

Excuse me! Miss?

Oh, God.

Done this before?

Thank you, Marty.

My, your hands work quickly.

Only when I see something I want,
Mrs. Callahan.

It just doesn't seem right.

Hi! Got a second?

- What the hell's going on here?
- Tommy, what are you doing?

Hi, Ted. Hi, Frank. Excuse me, Marty.

We're live.

We now switch live to the scene
with the bomber.

- This is Nicole Taylor...
- Hey, look! It's Tommy!

Nicole, I've got something to say.
Please. May I?

This is Tommy Callahan with Mr. Ray
Zalinsky, American auto parts king.

Honey, look at this human bomb
on the news.

Huh? Oh, yeah.
I buy brake pads off him.

I thought we were watching cartoons.

For years you've been
putting ads on TV.

And they always end up with you
saying "I make car parts for..."

How does it go?

I make car parts
for the American working man,

because that's what I am,
and that's who I care about.

That's why I'm here, Ray.

Back in Sandusky, Ohio, there are 300
American workers at Callahan Auto.

We make the best parts
money can buy.

Those workers are in danger
of losing their jobs.

And they're praying
somebody's gonna help.

So you strapped a bomb to your chest?

- Oh, these are road flares.
- Road flares?

Did you live under power lines as a kid
or something?

You guys want this
or American Gladiators?

Gladiators.

So do you think Zalinsky Industries
can help these folks?

I'll be happy to look into it.

Hey, I can get a good look at a T-bone
by sticking my head up a bull's ass,

but I'd rather take
the butcher's word for it.

Am I severely wasted,
or does Tommy look bloated?

No, it's TV, man. The camera
adds a couple hundred pounds.

Ray, we're not looking for a handout.
I'm offering you a great deal.

This is an order for half a million
brake pads to be sold in your stores,

made by the American working man
for the American working man.

Well, absolutely.
It would be my great pleasure.

What have I got to lose?
A great American product, right?

I don't believe it. Tommy just sold
half a million brake pads.

Tommy just sold
a half a million brake pads!

What difference does it make? The
company's gonna be mine in ten minutes.

Mr. Zalinsky, thank you.

Thank you, Tommy boy.
And thank you.

Remember, you can pick up these
great brake pads from Callahan Auto

at all my Zalinsky Auto Parts outlets
all over North America.

It looks like a tragedy has been averted
and a town has been saved.

For Action News,
I'm Nicole Taylor, reporting live.

OK. We're outta here.

Wait a minute, fat boy.
You lost your shares to the bank.

- You don't have a right to be here.
- Gee, funny you should bring that up.

'Cause I'm not sure that you have
the right to be here.

What have we got here?
Oh, my God, it's a police report.

What's all this about?

Paul Barrish, married May 1993, to
Beverly Barrish, aka Beverly Burns.

How could Beverly be married to Paul
and my dad at the same time?

- Interesting.
- Yes. Provocative.

I think it means your marriage
to my dad was never legal.

So Beverly's shares still belong
to Tommy. Right, Mr. Rittenhauer?

- I believe that's right. Mr. Reilly?
- I'd say that's right. Mr. Gilmore?

Absolutely.

You're not going to be selling me
the company now,

- are you, Tommy boy?
- No, sir.

I have no idea what
they're talking about.

- That's it. I'm not gonna take this.
- It's not over yet, Lee Harvey.

Let's see. Warrants outstanding:

New Mexico, mail fraud.
Colorado, wire fraud.

And coming soon to Ohio,
computer fraud.

- Get him!
- Don't let him leave the complex, Marty.

- Hey, you forgot your wife!
- Screw you! Screw all of ya!

Crash test in progress.

Not good.

Hit the brakes!

That will ruin his weekend.

Kid, you threw one by me. Savor the
flavor because it won't happen again.

- In the meantime, good luck to ya.
- Thank you, sir.

Marty, cut a check to Callahan Auto
for those brake pads.

And you. With all this excitement
I got a little hungry.

Wanna step over to my club
and grab something to eat?

- Thank you. I'd like that.
- Good.

Marty, find out where
the police are taking him.

Send over a bottle of bubbly with a
bucket of ice and a card. Have it say:

"Use the bucket to ice down
your marbles. Yours, Z."

Well, Mr. Callahan, looks like
we're back in business.

Yes, sir, Mr. Rittenhauer.

- That's great, Tommy.
- Thanks.

Way to go, Tommy Callahan.

That was pathetic.

Shut up, Richard.

This is a very proud day for me.

I want to introduce you to the
new president of Callahan Auto,

Tom Callahan Jr.

Tommy, will you say something?

Um... well...

Ever since I was a kid, you people
have been like a family to me.

Louis, we built our first fort together.

And, Danny, remember when we used
to burn ants with a magnifying glass?

RT, I lost my virginity to your daughter,
for crying out loud.

Rob, you were there.

Anyway,

I just want you to know that as long
as I'm around, I'm gonna bust my butt

and make sure that one of you always
has a job right here at Callahan.

Dad, I got a little problem here.

I've been stuck out here for
an hour with no wind again,

and I'm supposed to be
at Michelle's for dinner.

If you can give me a little help,
I'd appreciate it.

If not, don't worry about it.

I'm trying to do everything
I think you'd be doing...

and so far it's going pretty good.

I just wanna tell ya
that I still love ya and...

I sure miss you a lot.

Hey! Thanks, Dad!

Son of a-- ! That's gonna leave a mark.