All language subtitles for [English] Seize the Day [DownSub.com]

(car engine rumbling)

Come on.

Come on you piece of...

Come on! Screw you, Mr. Rojax!

Fat bastard!

(engine rumbling)

(quiet dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(engine roaring)

(machinery whirring) (people chattering)

What I can't understand for the life of me

is what this stuff is still doing here?

Is this the kind of responsibility I'm going to get

out of you when you've got your own territory?

Mr. Rojax, what are you doing to me?

I'm not doing anything to you.

What do you mean?

I took 10 years to build that territory.

Now you expect me to just stand around

and let you take half of it

and give it to that son-in-law of yours?

You've got too much territory to handle.

What do you mean too much to handle?

I got Rojax merchandise into stores

that wouldn't handle your shit with a 10-foot pole!

You're not out there alone.

Yeah, I am out there alone.

I'm working my ass alone!

What do you think your retail sellers are

going to get you that stuff?

Come on now, you promised me.

An executive position, stock options,

I want my territory back.

What does he got that I don't have?

I have a college education!

(glass breaking)

I'd just come off the road, no warning.

And I went at him, bam!

Right through the office door, glass flying.

That creep looking at me.

All the guys in the shop, starin'.

Bam! Right through the freakin' glass door.

10 years I worked to build up that territory, Olive.

And I've worked night and day on the road.

I promised my kids I'd come home for the weekend,

you know where I'd end up?

In a Howard Johnson's somewhere,

staring at 28 flavors of ice cream and an orange roof.

Rat race!

Stupid games you're supposed to play.

You're sitting down in some two-bit diner

in the middle of Nowheresville,

and some fat yo-yo with a four-foot smile

and a salami sandwich would plunk his ass down next to me,

and says "Hi, I'm Bob, I'm in the insurance game.

What game are you in?"

And I say "Kiddie furniture!" (laughing)

You'll get a better job.

You're too good of a salesman not to.

It's going to be Mr. Rojax's loss, not yours, you'll see.

Olive, Olive, it's not a question of a better job.

It's a question of basic decency.

I carried that man on my back for 10 years!

Built him a territory he never had.

All the while, he's promising me executive positions,

stock options, and then,

now that the sacred money starts pouring in,

the holy money,

the fruits of everything I killed myself for,

he wants to take away half of that

and give it to his goddamn son-in-law!

Who hasn't never bled for half a day

of his life for anything.

I feel, I feel like some animal

is riding on my back.

Tearing me to pieces, breaking my bones.

I feel so dumb.

I'm dumb. (sobbing) I'm dumb.

(engine puttering)

There isn't any choice, Olive.

No job, no choice.

I gotta go back to New York.

For how long?

I don't know. A couple of days.

A couple of weeks.

As long as it takes to get another job.

I got 700 bucks in my savings, Olive.

It's not gonna last very long.

I thought you were going to look here.

I can't get that kind of job here I can get in New York.

I gotta get a job that pulls down 18, $20,000 a year

or I'm in trouble.

You mean Margaret's going to be in trouble.

Let's be fair, okay?

I walked out on her, she didn't walk out on me.

If you do that after 11 years of marriage

and two great kids, you gotta pay a certain kind of debt.

For how long?

You've been separated from her for four years.

How long do you intend to go on allowing her

to punish you for ending a marriage

that made you physically sick?

No court in the world would have awarded her

the amount you pay.

All she's doing is jerking you around

on a string, agreeing to a divorce,

not agreeing to a divorce,

extorting every last cent she can get out of your guilt

while she makes a nice life for herself,

going out with other men.

Let's not discuss that right now.

I'm glad she's going out with other men, Olive.

I want her to meet other men and get married again.

Let her do it on her own time though, when she's ready.

Listen, I caused her enough pain,

I don't want to add any more to it.

(church bells ringing)

I can get out myself.

I want you to promise me you'll see her in New York.

Work out whatever arrangements you want,

but finish it off, Tommy, finish it off.

Jesus Christ, don't make it sound like

we're killing a dumb animal, Olive.

You're talking about 11 years of marriage.

You can't ask me to hit her over the head with a meat ax.

It's time to let go.

I'll marry you inside the church,

I'll marry you outside the church, I love you.

But it can't go on this way.

This town's too small.

(engine puttering) (people chattering)

Oh God, let me out of my thoughts.

Let me out of these troubles.

Let me do something better with my life.

You told me to take a strong position in pesticides.

I know.

(burping) I know.

Yeah, you told me,

"Pesticides is an idea whose time had come."

(groans) I know, I know.

So what's left of my $6,000?

(stockbroker sighing)

Come on.

I know.

(car engine revving)

Now what?

(Tommy sighing)

You want to be movie star?

Want to throw away the year in college I paid for

and go to Hollywood, then do what you want!

I don't care what you do anymore.

(door slamming)

Dad could make it so easy for you

if you would listen to him and go into medicine.

Don't disappoint him, Wilky.

He doesn't ask much from you.

I just don't have the brains for it, Mom.

I mean, I'm always afraid I might make a mistake

and, like hurt a patient and kill someone.

Come on, I can't even stand to walk near a hospital.

(woman laughs)

(engine rumbling) (horn honking)

Come on!

(bright music) (buttons clicking)

Family is building

a tree (indistinct) to (indistinct).

(birds chirping) (people chattering)

(dog barking)

At least let me take the dog.

You don't even love him.

(engine rumbling)

(horn honking)

There you go.

That's for you.

(tires squealing)

Idiot!

Shitty crap! Shitty crap!

You never even loved that dog!

(birds chirping)

(tricycle clattering)

(horns honking)

(whistle shrilling)

(people chattering)

Oh, Tommy.

How you doin' Carl?

Okay. Your trip on the road?

Oh, it was fine.

Any mail come in for me?

Ugh, not in here, Tommy.

Has my father been around?

Yeah, he's in the dining room.

Fine.

Joey? Mm?

Joey, you want to take this bags up to my room?

Oh, sure thing, Mr. Wilhelm.

There you go. There you go.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Wilhelm.

Joey?

Oh, yeah.

(people chattering)

(silverware clattering) (people chattering)

Hi, Dad.

I lost my job.

(horns faintly honking)

How do you let yourself walk around

with dirty bandages like this?

My mind was on other things I guess, Dad.

Your mind's always on other things, Wilky.

If you want a cookie, take one.

Don't eat from other people's mouths.

It's a dirty habit.

Oh, it's nothing.

They did a good stitching job.

Not as good as you would have done.

I'll take them out in a few days.

How have you been?

Hmm?

Well you were having trouble with your eyes.

You don't have to worry about my health.

What are you going to do now?

Look for a job I guess.

You guess? You don't know.

I'm gonna look for a job, Dad.

Almost 40 years old

and out of work like some stupid teenage kid.

You know how much money I put aside

by the time I was your age?

A quarter of a million.

That's what you could have earned, and more,

if you'd listened to me years ago

and gone to medical school.

I would have turned over my entire practice to ya.

You could have had a bank account today for yourself,

your family, that means something.

I didn't have your aptitude for medicine, Pop, that's all.

Besides, my children, they don't want for anything.

I provide pretty well for them.

Go back to Rojax, straighten it out with him.

You can't afford to be proud

if you don't have money coming in.

Dad, you can't expect me to go crawling back to him.

He took away half my territory

and gave it to his son-in-law.

Nobody's asking you to crawl.

You're too old to play games with your life, Wilky,

you've got too many responsibilities

to walk around without money.

Well I'll make out.

I mean there's some people in town I'm going to see,

and there's lots of different businesses

I can use my talents in, Dad.

(sighs) What's the use in talking to you?

Hold still.

And a four, and a seven,

and a king.

And uh, two threes.

Tommy are you in or out?

I'm out.

Out. Out.

In.

In? Oh.

You left me alone with the king

of the riverboat gamblers, Tommy.

Afraid so, Doc.

And what should I do with what I got?

(Tamkin speaking in foreign language)

I got nothing that looks like nothing,

and with a big king and a jack against me already.

Come on, Dr. Tamkin, are you in or out?

Well with such a big rush to take my money,

I smell a king in the hole.

All right Mr. Riverboat Gambler, I'll see you with $4.

Because I think you're bluffing with me,

what have I got here, 10?

I'll put in $10 more.

Okay, Doc.

No bluff, pair of kings.

I thought it was a bluff. (laughing)

Well if it's not a bluff, I got three threes. (laughing)

(Tamkin singing in foreign language)

(Tamkin laughing)

Two fours

Pair of sevens.

Pair of jacks. Pair of queens. (laughing)

Ooh, you mamzer.

A straight.

A flush! (laughing)

A flush. A full house. (laughing)

I'm out.

With two bullets?

I'm out.

A bluff, with nothing. (laughing)

(man singing in foreign language)

You sure took Carl over the coals tonight, Doc.

Carl's a fool. A compulsive gambler.

He wants to lose so I let him.

I help him relieve the pressure.

That's psychotherapy, isn't it?

In a way.

Have you ever tried psychoanalyzing me?

I lost a couple of bucks tonight.

But you wanted to win, Tommy.

Yeah, I wanted to win.

What are you gonna do now that you're finished with Rojax?

I got some people I'm gonna see this week.

(man singing in foreign language)

Goodnight, Doc.

You look tired, Tommy.

Well I haven't been sleeping very well lately.

And when you sleep you have bad dreams?

I just can't seem to get out ahead.

I mean I work hard, all my life,

but everything just flows away from me

like water down a drain.

Sit down, Tommy.

Come away from the door, and sit down.

(horns honking) (traffic puttering)

(people chattering)

Yes, may I help you?

Yes, I have 10 o'clock appointment with Arthur Ziegler.

My name is Tommy Wilhelm. Fine.

(people chattering) (phone whirring)

Yes, Mr. Wilhelm is here to Mr. Ziegler.

Mr. Ziegler will be with you in a few moments, Mr. Wilhelm.

Won't you have a seat?

Sure.

(people chattering)

I'm going to be the new Miss Tiny Talks.

They're doing a layout of me

for the Sunday fashion section of "The New York Times."

It's not nice to brag, dear.

I wasn't talking to you, Mommy.

Keep your hands off my face

before you give me a rash, an ugly rash.

(both laughing) (people chattering)

Excuse me, I had the 10 o'clock appointment

with Mr. Ziegler?

Would you mind ringing him again?

Don't talk to me about the fall line, Stanley,

I'm in the middle of winter.

The snow is falling, Stanley. Santa Claus, huh?

Next week I'm talking spring.

That's yellow dresses-

Yo, Artie. What?

Aw, Jesus.

Tommy, hey, Tommy, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, I told my secretary

to send you right in when you came.

Hey? Did you buzz my secretary?

Yes, I did.

Yeah? Yeah.

I don't know what's the matter with that girl.

I tell you one of these I'm going to can her,

honest to God.

Tommy, I gotta get on my horse.

I mean you wouldn't believe the problems I got

with these overseas suppliers.

Let's just talk about this job thing next week, okay?

When?

I'll give you a ring at the beginning of the week, huh?

You're looking great. You're looking terrific.

Is this guy looking terrific? (laughs)

Tell Margaret and the kids I said hello, okay?

Margaret and I-

Great seeing you, pal.

Hey that guy was the greatest linebacker

we ever had in high school.

No one got by him.

(Tommy laughs)

Let me call the secretary

and make a definite appointment for you.

Oh, don't bother. I'll have another job by then.

(elevator dings)

What kind of figure we talking about, Tommy?

20, 22,000, 3% on gross.

Hmm, this chocolate mousse is fantastic.

I think that's a little high, old buddy.

Well you name it, Bern.

9,500 and 1% on gross.

Come on, Bernie.

It costs me a couple thousand a year

just to keep my kids in school.

I can't help it, old buddy. Time is a stinko.

How the hell can you say that?

The whole damn economy's booming.

Could I have some more coffee, please?

You want some more coffee?

No.

The coffee's great.

It's only a good restaurant you get

brewed decaffeinated coffee, you know?

They make it back there themselves, it's perfect.

Tell 'em I like it.

Thank you.

Hm.

All right. I'll take 18, 2% on gross.

You want me to be honest with you, Tommy?

The way things stand now,

I couldn't give Jesus Christ 18,000 on a 2% gross

if his mother was starving to death on home relief.

(Tommy laughs)

Here.

Let me take the check.

No, come on, I took you to lunch.

Come on, it's a business expense.

Well it's a business expense for me too.

(gentle music)

Thanks, Tommy.

Thank you, Bern.

(door thuds)

(phone whirring)

Yes, operator.

Yonkers eight four six nine six.

And my room is 1420.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hello, Michael. Dad.

You just got home from school?

Yeah. Where are you?

I'm back in the city.

Sure miss you guys.

We haven't heard from you in a while.

How come?

Well, I've been running, Mike.

Really running. Pauly there?

He's upstairs.

I can get him.

No, that's okay.

You okay?

Sure, I'm fine.

What do you say we pick up three tickets

for a Dodger night game next week, huh?

Okay. Do you know who they're playing?

I'm not sure, but I think it's the Giants.

Wow.

Dad?

Yeah?

Mom says you've been dating

some woman in Connecticut.

You think you're gonna marry her?

That's a pretty straightforward question. Um-

You don't have to answer if you don't want to.

It's a fair question, Mike,

I just don't know the answer right now.

Well, when do you think you're gonna know?

Um.

I'm probably gonna marry her, Michael.

She's a very fine person and she makes me happy.

That's good, Dad.

That's good. Honest.

Mike? Mike?

(phone clattering)

(water splashing)

How much money do you figure you need to get by, Tommy?

I don't know, Doc.

16, maybe $18,000 a year.

$18,000 a year isn't very much for a man

of your intelligence to ask out of life.

Sit.

Thanks.

What a world this is, Tommy.

Yeah.

Fools, hard-hearted criminals, murderers,

have millions to squander.

But a man like you, who simply wants to take care

of his family and enjoy a little bit of life,

has trouble surviving.

I guess I shoulda listened to my father

and gone into the medical profession, huh, Doc?

There are other ways of making money, Tommy.

Come on, go, go!

I know guys who make five, $10,000 a week,

just by fooling around.

No? Mm-mm.

(Tommy scoffs)

I know a guy at the Hotel Pierre, nothing to him,

an idiot who sits at the table with food stains on his tie.

But every day he orders a bottle

of Mumm champagne for his lunch.

I know other guys who make millions,

millions of dollars, and they hire smart lawyers

who figure out a way so they don't have to pay

even a cent in taxes.

One good year I had I got in the 40% bracket,

my wife refused to sign a joint return.

The only thing they left me with is my underwear.

That's the way it goes, Doc, isn't it?

It's always the other guy making it.

I made $3,400 this week, Tommy.

What'd you say, Doc?

(shouting) I said I made $3,400 this week.

Doing what? Your practice?

Fooling around.

Fooling around with what?

The commodity exchange.

Soybean futures, coffee, cotton.

Pork bellies.

(Tommy laughing)

Come on, this is joke, right?

Don't joke with making money, Tommy.

I made over $47,000 last year from fooling around.

Some fooling around, huh, Tommy?

(Tommy laughs)

The whole secret to this type of speculation

is in the alertness.

You have to act fast.

Buy it and sell it, in and out, but quick.

Get to the window and have them wire Chicago

just at the right second.

Strike and strike again.

In no time you'll turn over 40, $50,000 worth

of hides, wheat, cotton.

Tommy, will you hand me a towel, please?

Or you can lose your shirt.

Of course people lose their shirts,

and their pants and their underwear too,

because they're greedy

and they can't get out when the stocks go up.

They gamble. But with me there's no guesswork.

I do it scientifically.

You make a few points and you get out.

Good God, Tommy, have you ever stopped

to think how much dough people are making in this world?

God, Doc, I know, there's money everywhere.

People are shoveling it in, I know that. Goddammit.

And we should sit still while this is going on?

I can't do it. I confess to you, I cannot do it.

Neither can I.

And why should we?

People make fortunes

because they have a few extra bucks to invest.

No sense, no talent, just the extra dough

that makes them more dough.

When I think of what's happening

I get so worked up and tormented,

I can't even practice my profession anymore.

I'm tired of working for a living

and never getting out ahead, Doc, never getting out ahead.

Well now you're gonna get out ahead.

(birds chirping)

(rotary phone whirring)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm fine, Olive.

You don't sound that way.

You sound depressed.

Well I just had a little trouble running

down a job, that's all.

What kind of trouble?

Doesn't matter.

Got an appointment to see a man

about an investment opportunity this morning,

and if that works out everything's gonna be great.

Everything's gonna be okay whether it works out or not,

you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah.

You don't have to make everything dependent

on one thing.

Listen, Olive, don't tell me what I have...

Hey, I'm sorry.

I'm just a little bit on edge this morning.

But everything's gonna be okay.

Listen, I got to get going right now.

But I'll call you as soon as anything gels, okay?

Okay. I love you.

Hey, hey? I love you too.

(dog whimpering)

You pushed the button?

Yeah.

(urine trickling)

He's goin' on the floor.

So what can I do? (laughs)

He's old, you know, he can't hold it so good anymore.

(dog whimpering)

So, what's the good word?

Commodities. That's the good word, Phil.

17th, please.

I already took your father down.

I think he's in the dining room.

Oh, well let me off at the 7th floor.

Goin' down.

(urine trickling)

(Tamkin speaking in foreign language)

(knuckles rapping)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(Tamkin speaking in foreign language)

Who is it?

Dr. Tamkin it's Tommy Wilhelm.

(Tamkin speaking in German)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

Good morning, Tommy.

I'm busy at the moment with a patient,

I'll see you in the lobby.

Is it still on with the stockbroker?

Yes, as soon as I'm finished here with what I'm doing,

I'm in middle of a therapy session, excuse me!

(door thudding)

(Tamkin and woman shouting in foreign language)

Any mail for me, Carl?

No, not this morning, Tommy.

Any females?

Very funny.

You know how much Tamkin took from me the other night?

80 bucks!

Whoa, you gotta keep your hands on your wallet around him.

Yeah. See ya.

Okay.

Good morning, Rubin.

Good morning, Tommy.

Give me a pack of cigarettes,

and a couple of your best cigars.

Sure thing, Tommy.

Here you are.

Here you go. Keep the change.

Buy yourself a cigar.

Thanks.

Boy oh boy, that's a real knockout shirt you got on.

Where's it from, Saks?

No, it's Jack Fagman, Chicago.

Lookin' good, Tommy, lookin' good!

Can't help it, Rube.

(people chattering)

(people chattering)

Nice to see you again, young ladies.

(women giggling)

He's such a clean person.

He sits so straight

and understands every single thing you say.

He still he has all his buttons. (giggling)

Morning, father.

Good morning, Wilky.

You're late today so I didn't wait.

That's all right, I'm not that hungry.

Well sit down, don't just hover over the table.

Oh, don't bother.

I'm not gonna have any breakfast.

Can I get you something?

Never mind, Gracie.

My son's not going to have breakfast after all.

I'll just have a piece of toast.

Leave my toast alone, Wilky.

Don't eat from other people's plates.

I'm going to the cemetery today to see mother.

You want to come along?

No.

You haven't been in a long time.

You want to go, you go.

At my age you don't have to visit cemeteries.

Stop that!

You're turning into a mountain of ticks.

Sorry.

(pills rattling)

My vitamins.

What the devil's the matter with you?

I got problems, Dad.

Everybody's got problems.

Not like me. (laughs)

Excuse me, Dr. Adler,

but is this your son you were telling me about?

Yes, it is.

Wilky, I want you to meet a good friend

of mine, Mr. Fischer.

Mr. Fischer was in the wholesale vegetable business

before he retired.

How do you do?

Your father tells me you make 40 to $50,000 a year.

Well he needs at least that much

to keep his style of life.

Sure. Why not?

Well, it was nice having a conversation with you.

I hope you have continued luck.

Me too. Thank you.

Why do you say that to people, Dad?

You know why.

Are you that ashamed of me that you have to lie?

It's not necessary for everyone

to know your business, Wilky.

You're not a banana that you have to peel your skin off

in public for everybody to see.

And you don't have to sell me to your friends either, Dad.

I'm not ashamed I quit Rojax.

You want to be proud,

better have enough money in your checking account.

Is that what it comes down to, huh? Money?

Let me tell you something, Wilky.

You know what you are in this world without money?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

(bumpers thudding) (traffic whooshing)

You have your checkbook?

Of course. Good.

You'd be surprised the number of people

who have a psychological block in this area.

They come to the market all ready to speculate

but they forgot their wallets.

This is a sickness.

I don't understand how it could be invested in commodities

without a full deposit of margins.

I mean there's a legal margin requirement, isn't there?

Of course.

But what is legal downtown is not necessarily

what is legal uptown.

Yeah?

I mean what happens if your losses are bigger

than your deposit?

(laughs) Don't worry about that.

When that happens they'll shut you down like a steel trap

with their ultramodern electronic bookkeeping machinery.

I don't want to make a lot of money.

I mean, it'd be nice if I could just work out

a little steady income from this.

I mean right now things just seem

to be piling up on me.

I understand.

You're a man who takes his responsibilities seriously,

a man who wants to do the right thing by his family.

So why shouldn't I help you?

I make money for myself, so why shouldn't I do it for you?

(car crashing)

You can't squeeze in?

No. I gotta get another parking space.

Aw, that's too bad, we're right in front of the brokers.

I tell you what, you go find a parking space

while I go inside and make the arrangements.

I want to get to market at the opening.

So now, uh, you write out a check for $700

and I will write one out for $300.

Whoa, now, I thought we both were going in for 500?

That's what we're doing. 50/50 partners.

But between what I got tied up in treasury bills

and the money I have to give the patent attorney

who's handling my underwater suit invention,

I'm gonna be short $200.

I'll make it up to ya.

(laughs) I thought that underwater suit thing was a joke.

A joke?

You think finding a way to convert sea water

into breathable oxygen underwater is a joke?

By the time I am finished I will sell this invention

to the United States Navy, and make another fortune.

Look, you want to wait a week?

I'll put in all the money with you.

But while we're waiting around

we could lose a couple thousand.

Naw, I don't want to wait.

So, what's the matter?

You don't have the money in your checking account?

Yeah, of course I got the money.

It's just I owe my wife some money

and I want to be able to cover a check.

So, postdate her check.

By the time it's due you'll have plenty of money. (sighing)

(Tommy sighs)

(sirens wailing)

Listen, my friend.

For me this is all a sporting proposition

and for you I assume it's the same thing.

But if it's not, and I'm wrong,

I think we should call this off.

I don't want you investing with money

that means something to you.

No. This money doesn't mean anything to me, Dr. Tamkin.

It's just a chance to make more money.

(both laughing)

(thunder rumbling) (rain drumming)

Don't do this to him, Wilky.

All he wants is to be proud of you.

Look at your cousin Artie.

An honor student at Columbia.

Listen to your father, Wilky.

You listen to me, kiddo.

It's your decision, your don't like your name,

so forget Wilhelm Adler, make it, make it, uh-

Wilhelm Wilky?

No. Tommy Wilhelm.

(fingers snapping)

That's it, kid, Tommy Wilhelm.

From now on in Hollywood you're Tommy Wilhelm.

Tommy Wilhelm.

You come out on a screen-test with something

on the ball I'm gonna make you

into the same kind of star I made Lupe Velez.

I know my business. (laughs) I can pick 'em.

What did you do

before you decided you wanted to be an actor?

I studied liberal arts in college.

Liberal arts, oh. What the hell is liberal arts?

Nothing. I didn't graduate anyway.

You bet your life it's nothing.

But, you get into the movie business,

in one jump the whole world knows who you are.

You become a name like Roosevelt,

James Cagney, William Powell.

They know you from east to west.

From China to South America.

You become a lover to the whole world.

The world wants it, needs it.

You smile, a billion people smile back at ya.

Aw, listen fella, I mean, everywhere people are trying hard,

miserable, in trouble, tired.

They need a break, right?

A breakthrough, help, luck, sympathy.

I do it for them, why shouldn't I do it for you?

What kind of parts do you think I could play, Mr. Venice?

I got you pegged as the kind of guy

who loses the girl to George Raft.

(footsteps shuffling)

Is this your bench, mister?

I wouldn't sit so comfortable on it.

You see it's got a big crack on it.

That's what we got here, hoodlums.

You know what you gotta do to break a bench like that?

You gotta hit it with a sledgehammer. (laughs)

This your mother?

Do you want me to say an El Malei Rachamim?

(birds chirping)

Hey, you know something, mister?

(man laughs)

(man speaking in foreign language)

It's not gonna rain.

You never know.

(man singing in foreign language)

(thunder rumbles)

I go to my mother's grave

and all I see is that talent scout.

Every few months he creeps back into my head

like a bad migraine.

Oh, you're not trying to get me drunk, are you?

Because I do not get drunk anymore huh?

Hm.

Oh, I'll be doing something and boom, there he is.

Right there.

That cruddy little office of his on Broadway.

Giving me that same phony spiel again

that he gave me 20 years ago.

Do you know the good thing though?

The one big thing that happened to me

all those years I was in Hollywood?

What?

I wasn't Wilky Adler anymore.

I was Tommy Wilhelm.

How about that? Hm, hm?

I'd go out for a casting call and I'd be Tommy Wilhelm.

(Tommy laughs)

You couldn't change yourself,

so you make a gesture with your life.

That's right, Doc.

Isn't that the truth?

Even my acting career was going down the drain

and I'm dipping bedpans in a hospital.

I made that gesture.

I got rid of my father's name.

I did.

Funny thing is, inside?

I didn't quite make the escape.

Inside, I felt like Wilky. (laughs)

That's my father's greatest victory, isn't it? (laughing)

The one great inescapable thing turned out

to be me. (laughing)

Give me a W! Give you a W.

Now give me an I! I'm giving you an I.

Give me an L! I'm giving you an L.

Give me a K! You got a K.

Give me a Y! Y!

What's that spell? Nothing!

(both laughing)

(alcohol splashing)

(static crackling)

(thunder rumbling) (rain drumming)

(bottle thudding)

Little Catholic girl.

Little Catholic girl from Roxbury.

Hm, looking under the brim of your little Catholic hat.

I love your little Catholic nose.

Little Catholic nose.

Little Catholic.

(gate rattling)

The truth is one parent can support 10 children.

But 10 children cannot support one parent.

That's the way it goes.

(people chattering)

Any mail for me, Carl?

Might has well give you this too, Tommy.

It's your rent statement.

Oh, I'll get it later.

(people chattering) (silverware clattering)

Oh, Wilky, you haven't met

my neighbor Mr. Perls, have you?

Mr. Perls was a wholesaler of women's underwear.

Wilky used to be with the Rojax Corporation.

He was their northeastern sales representative

for a good many years.

But recently ended the connection.

Oh.

How much money was connected with this?

Oh, my son's income

was in the high five figures.

So why did he end the connection

with so much money?

He's recently received several interesting propositions

for a number of new situations,

isn't that right, Wilky?

Yes, that's right, Dad.

I understand from Dr. Tamkin that you're going

into some kind of investment with him.

Partners?

I wonder if he's really a medical doctor.

Isn't he? Everybody thinks he is.

He talks about his patients.

Oh, he's a cunning man.

He gives the impression of knowing something,

but I wouldn't trust him.

Why not, Father?

Because he's probably a liar.

Do you believe he's invented

all those things he claims, hm? (laughs)

Well he was written up in "Fortune" magazine.

I saw the articles.

That doesn't make him legitimate, Wilky.

He could just as easily be another Tamkin.

Make no mistake, he's an operator.

Maybe even crazy.

I'd have nothing to do with him if I were you, Wilky.

You know he's told a half a dozen of the ladies here

about an invention he's working on

for truck drivers to wear in their caps. (laughs)

It's supposed to wake them up

with a shock when they get drowsy at the wheel. (laughing)

It's triggered by a change in the blood pressure

when they start to snooze!

(men laughing)

That doesn't sound like that kind of an impossible thing.

I mean, it's not that far-fetched.

Well, to me he hinted that he was once part

of the underworld, a member of the purple gang in Detroit.

And he's also...

Yes? (laughing)

The head of a mental clinic in Cincinnati. (laughing)

The biggest joke of all, of course,

is his underwater suit,

so a man can walk under the Hudson River,

all the way to Albany

in case of an atomic attack. (laughing)

Didn't he tell you that one, huh?

No.

I call it "Tamkin's folly." (laughing)

What it's really good for you know is picnics

and camping trip under the Niagara Falls! (laughing)

That's a little fantasy of his.

I mean it doesn't mean anything.

Inventors are supposed to be like that.

(men laughing)

Niagara Falls! (laughing)

Water and exercises, Wilky.

Have you used the baths here yet?

No, not yet, Dad.

Well you ought to investigate

the Russian and Turkish baths here.

Simple water has a calming effect

that would do you more good than all the barbiturates

and alcohol in the world.

I couldn't live without my massages and steam.

I thought you said

the water cure was for lunatics?

You know, Wilky, you make too much of your problems.

They ought not to be turned into a career.

Concentrate on real problems, fatal illnesses, accidents.

Well I got real problems, Dad.

These are real problems.

What are those?

They're insurance premiums

on the boys' educational policy.

Margaret's mother took them out before we were separated,

and even though she's dead

Margaret still sends them to me.

She sticks me with everything, Dad.

She won't even let me file a joint income tax return.

You give her too much money, Wilky.

What am I supposed to do, Dad?

They're my kids, I love them.

I don't want to see them want for anything.

I don't want to see her want for anything.

Such a thing, Wilky, as over-pampering your family.

Yeah, but Dad, I just can't hurt her anymore.

I just want her to find somebody else.

I mean two years.

I thought when we separated

that my financial problems would be over.

But no, it got worse and worse.

For example, two years ago she said she wanted

to go back to college, get a degree,

so she could get a teaching job.

It increased my burden but I thought,

hey, it'd be worth it.

Well, you know what?

She got the degree but she changed her mind,

she doesn't want to work.

Everyone has problems, Wilky.

Dad, look at the amount of money

they're asking me to pay here, look at that?

All punched out nice and neat.

You wouldn't even think that they were asking for money.

Did I tell you, Wilky, your sister is after me again?

Yes, she wants me to rent a gallery

for an exhibition of her paintings.

When she was four years old she had me buy her crayons.

Now she's 40 years old and thinks I ought to rent a gallery.

You think she's an artist, Wilky?

I don't know.

At least she's trying something.

Well, let her try something worthwhile.

But let her husband pamper her delusions.

She has no talent, she wasn't even good with the crayons!

You don't have any sympathy, do you, Dad?

Not for Catherine, not for me.

You dig your own holes, Wilky.

I'm getting on, I cannot pull you out from them anymore.

Then why do you lead me on like this?

Why do you let me tell you my problems

and then not try and help me?

Every time I talk to you I feel like in the end

I may end up comforting you for having a son like me.

I'm sorry you ended up with me, Dad.

But it wasn't my fault that I was born.

But that's not good enough for you,

no, 'cause all you think about's your own death.

Well I'm sorry, I want to die too.

What do you want from me?

What I want from you?

Help.

Affection. Something.

When you see me suffering, do all this,

say something, please, Pop.

Please, Pop, please?

You cry about being helped, huh?

But what you want from me is my money.

I see other elderly people here with children

who are not much good and they keep backing them,

holding them up at great sacrifice so they won't drown.

But I'm not going to make that mistake, Wilky.

Doesn't enter your mind that when I die,

a year, two years from now, you'll still be here, huh?

I do think about it, Wilky, I do!

But it isn't fair, is it, sir?

The better of us, the more useful,

the more admired, are going to leave this world first?

Don't you think I know how you feel, Pop?

I'm not stupid, I got pity.

I want you to live on and on.

And if you outlive me,

that's perfectly okay by me 'cause I love you.

(sobbing) You hate me, don't you?

If I had money, you wouldn't.

That's the truth, isn't it?

Yeah.

Then we'd be a fine father and son.

You could boast and brag about me

all over this hotel.

Wilky, I can't give you any money,

there'd be no end to it.

You and your sister would take every last cent from me.

I'm still alive, I'm not dead.

I'm as much alive as you or anyone

and I want no one on my back!

And I give you the same advice, Wilky.

Carry no one on your back.

She was suffering from a catatonic condition caused

by a childhood in which she had to deal with a father

who made a habit of parading around her bedroom

wearing a pair of ladies silk stockings.

For ethical reasons I cannot give you any more

of the details, but once they flew me to Egypt

I began treating all of them.

They turned over a villa on the Nile to me.

By association I almost became a millionaire. (laughs)

If I played it smart there's no telling

what might have happened.

I could have become an ambassador.

But with me, I am at my most efficient

when I don't need the fee.

When I only love, without financial reward.

The spiritual compensation is what I look for.

Did I tell you about Vienna?

Did we have a trip.

We went on a junket, but let me tell you

what happened afterward.

May I have my bill now?

(people chattering)

Put this in my father's box please.

You have a very obsessional look on your face.

Well I had a few words with my father.

Well, there's nothing extraordinary in this.

The elemental conflict between parent and child.

It won't end ever.

From a psychological point of view we are never free

of our parents until they're dead.

Sometimes even after they're dead, we're still not free.

Listen, I'm not in the mood

to talk about this right now, okay?

Let's talk about something else.

I just want to get to the brokerage house.

Don't worry about your investments, Tommy.

I promised you that lard will go up and it will.

I made a study of the guilt aggression cycle in the market

and if there's something I know something about it's this.

Well I looked at the paper this morning, Dr. Tamkin,

and lard was down.

You don't march in a straight line to victory, Tommy.

From Euclid to Newton there are straight lines.

Today everything is curves and fluctuations,

guilt and aggression.

Making money is aggression.

People go into the market to kill.

They say, "Today I'm gonna make a killing."

It's not accidental,

only they don't have the genuine courage

to make the killing,

so they erect a symbol to it, the money.

They make a fantasy of killing.

Come on. Making a killing is just an expression.

No, it's not an expression.

It's a reality.

Did you ever think of all the number of murderous words

that begin with the letter M?

Money, murder, mystery-

Meshugenah, what about mercy?

Milk of human kindness.

Come on, if what you're saying is true,

the whole world would be full of murderers.

Sure. It is.

Who else do you think is running this world?

You look around ya you see them,

you have to step over the bodies,

they're all around, take a look.

If you listen with your ears

you can hear them cry, "De Profundis!"

And you wring your hands.

This is the human tragic comedy, Tommy.

It's enough to make a storm cry!

Could you help me with some money for the bus?

You don't need money for the bus,

you need exercise for your health!

"De Profundis."

(people shouting) (phones ringing)

Did you do it? Book me 100.

Just get me some leverage.

Come on! Okay.

Listen to me, listen to me,

I can't afford to spend good money

on information I could get from a fortune cookie.

The lard is doing what I expected.

What does that mean? Is it down or what?

Come let's see what's happening

with the other commodities.

Come on! Get out of the way, please.

Please, sir, please.

(people shouting) (phones ringing)

There's a strange feel to the market today.

There's something in the wind.

What's in the wind?

What are you talking about?

Let's sit down.

How can you sit down, every seat's taken?

Sit down. Please!

Come on, let's go! Excuse me!

Come on, excuse me.

Thank you, thank you.

Tommy, this is Mr. Roland, two acquaintances of mine.

Mr. Roland and Mr. Rappaport.

Mr. Roland got 20 shares of steel for his birthday

from his mother when he was a junior at Harvard.

He was going to go into law but he gave that up

to go into the market for the rest of his life.

Now he speculates only in soybeans

and he makes himself $900 a week.

$900 a week?

That's more than I've ever made working in my whole life.

Don't worry, you're gonna do even better than that.

Shit.

Did I mention to you

what I was gonna do yesterday before closing?

What?

I closed out one of the lard contracts

and I bought a hedge of December rye.

The rye's up three points already which takes some

of the sting out of our lard losses.

Well where's the rye?

The third line.

You're right! Look at it, it's up three points.

Sit down! I can't see what's happening!

Shut up!

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Ah, you must learn to have trust.

The slump in lard can't last.

And take a look at the eggs.

Eggs, eggs, yeah.

Didn't I predict they wouldn't go any lower?

If we'd taken eggs we'd be far ahead by now.

Yeah, why didn't we?

I was going to after you left yesterday,

but the tide turned before my advice was reached,

we just missed.

Excuse me.

Never mind, the lard will go back to last year's level!

Where're you going?

I want to mingle around and see what's happening

with the other markets.

You sit here and watch the board.

You see what's happening there already?

It's gone up another quarter of a point.

A point, yes!

Hey, What's the new figure on the September wheat?

What?

This is no place for daydreaming.

You wanna sleep go sleep on a park bench.

Now give me the figure on the September wheat,

and the July soybean too.

199 on the wheat.

240 1/2 on the soybeans.

You know what I wanted when I was your age?

I was a Rockefeller of the chicken business.

I retired with a fortune.

Now read me what's doing with the cocoa.

709 on the cocoa.

I'm gonna make $750 on the cocoa today.

Yeah, I had more chickens than the army's got soldiers.

When it came time to slaughter them,

I could have filled up half the Empire State Building

with chicken feathers.

I'm amazed you didn't speculate in eggs.

Since you were in the chicken business,

that'd be a real father and son business then.

Loyalty? No, you don't make a dollar with loyalty.

Well how do you make a dollar, Mr. Rappaport?

Want a hint, is that it?

Yeah.

I don't give hints!

Everybody should make money for himself.

(people shouting) (phones ringing)

Tommy, Tommy, look at the jump our rye just took.

A point and a half more and we can cover our losses on lard.

Let's put in our selling order now, Dr. Tamkin.

All right?

Tommy!

Let's get out with a small loss.

Now is not the time to get out!

Why not?

Because you have to keep your nerve

when the market starts going places.

Now is when you can make something.

Listen, I've lost my taste

for this whole gambling business.

Let's get out while the going's good.

Tommy! Tommy!

You have to keep your head about this.

It's obvious to me

what the mechanism is back in the Chicago market.

There's a short supply of December wheat.

It's up another quarter we have to ride it!

It scares me when it goes up so fast,

because it could come down just as quick.

Tommy. I have this diagnosed right!

If you wish I should sell, I'll sell,

but this is the difference

between healthiness and pathology.

One is objective, doesn't change his mind every minute

enjoys the risk element.

The other is the neurotic character-

Goddammit, leave me alone,

I don't want to be psychoanalyzed!

What's the matter with you?

I don't feel so well.

I think maybe you're too disturbed to think clearly.

You should try my here and now mental exercises

it stops you from thinking so much of the future

and the past and cuts down on confusion.

I got a pain in my chest, okay? It hurts!

It's nothing but nerves

caused by failure of the will.

Now listen to me, Tommy.

(Tommy whimpering)

Nature, nature knows only one thing, that's the present.

Say it to yourself, the present, the present.

The present, yeah, the present.

Here and now. Here and now.

Here and now. Here and now.

I see a person.

I see a person.

Here and now.

Here and now.

I see a man in a European suit.

I see a man (laughing)

Present.

European suit.

Colored shirt.

Colored shirt.

Be in the present, Tommy, in the present.

In the present. One item at a time.

One item at a time. (laughing)

Here and now.

Here and now.

I seize the day.

I seize the day.

The hour.

The hour.

The moment.

Where's my wheat?

Those damn guys are blocking the board!

I can't see my wheat!

(people shouting)

(cash register ringing)

What'll you have?

Not much.

Just get me a yogurt and a cup of tea.

I don't want to spend much time over lunch.

I'll go find the table.

You have to eat.

What do you want?

Kindness? Mercy?

Someone to care about you?

Not here, Bubba. It's a crazy place.

It's crazy.

Christ, look at 'em.

Dead eyes, no smiles.

Like that goddamn fish.

I gotta get out of here.

Gotta get out of this city. Yeah.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

I believe your dad told me

he had some money to leave to you.

Probably. A lot?

I don't know.

You ought to think over what you'll do with it.

If he made you a gift now,

you wouldn't have to pay the inheritance taxes.

I don't like to think about that time.

You really love your old man?

Yeah, I love him.

I love my mother, I love my father,

I've always loved them.

Well he doesn't love you back,

at least the way you'd like him to, hey, Tommy?

Your father is jealous of you.

That's a laugh.

What's he got to be jealous of me?

People are always jealous of a man who leaves his wife.

When it comes to wives he doesn't have to envy me.

Yes, and your wife envies you too.

She thinks he's free and goes with a young woman,

while I'm getting old.

That's why she prefers punishing you

to finding herself a husband.

You don't even know Margaret.

She was a sweet, gentle-

I know what I'm talking about.

I myself was married to a lush.

I couldn't take her out to dinner

because she said she was going to the ladies toilet

and disappeared, into the bar.

But I loved her deeply.

She was the most spiritual woman of my entire existence.

Where is she now?

Drowned. In Provincetown in Cape Cod.

Must have been as suicide, she was that way.

I tried everything in my power to cure her,

because my real calling is to be a healer.

Other people's problems cause wounds in me.

I suffer from it.

Believe me, I try to escape

from the sicknesses of others but I can't.

In a manner of speaking I'm only on loan to myself.

I belong to humanity.

Liar. Fraud.

You puffed up little phony.

What the hell are you trying to do?

You create a woman, then you kill her off

so you can make yourself a healer.

What kind of a doctor are you?

What kind of a doctor doesn't wash?

What kind of a doctor eats like this?

Why do I always feel like I have to take off my hat

when you're talking about yourself?

What am I doing here?

What did I give you $700 for? God!

Wilky, you dumb little jackass, you dumb jackass.

Did you know that old man Rappaport

had two whole families?

One in Queens, the other in the Bronx?

Both wives knew each other.

When he got short one wife,

he went to live with the other one.

Both wives, both families were listed in the phone book.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I want you to see how some people free themselves

from morbid guilt feelings and follow their instincts.

Innately, the female knows how to cripple a man

by sickening him with guilt.

Making him impotent.

It's as if she says, "Unless I allow it,

you will never more be a man."

But people like Mr. Rappaport, say,

"Woman, what art thou to me?"

Will you get to the point, Tamkin?

The same thing women do to their husbands,

parents do to their children.

You're a halfway case, Tommy.

You look for the reason for things,

you want to follow your instincts,

but you're still walking around with guilt and suffering.

You can't free yourself from your wife

because you can't free yourself

from the desire to be punished.

Punished for what?

For failing to make your parents love you.

Now listen to me, Tommy, I'm trying to do you some good.

You're a profound personality

with some very profound creative capacities,

but also disturbances.

I've been concerned with you.

And for some time, I've been treating you.

Don't marry suffering the way some people do.

They marry suffering, they eat with suffering,

they sleep with suffering.

And if they find some joy in their lives,

they think they're committing adultery.

Forget your father.

For him, love is a recessive gene.

That's it. Come on.

Let's go back to the market.

I haven't finished my pot roast.

Aw, no, never mind that.

I think you have enough to eat. Let's go.

I think I paid the last time.

(Tamkin groaning)

(woman squeals)

(car horns honking)

Here, take me to the cigar store.

Come on, Tamkin, you take him, I gotta go.

He wants you. Don't refuse the old gentleman.

This minute is another instance of the here and now, Tommy.

Seize the day.

You have to live in this very minute and you don't want to.

A man asked you for help,

don't think of the market, it won't run away!

Show your respect for the old man, he's half-blind.

Take me!

All right, let's step on it.

What store do you want to go to?

Across Broadway where the long (indistinct) sign is.

What's the matter with the one on this side of the street?

They don't carry my brand, that's what's the matter.

They don't?

No, I don't want Delgado, Panatela

or the Perfecto Pardilla.

Well I want the...

That's the one! I've always smoked it.

You got two of those?

Sure I got two.

Yeah, that's the one right there.

Look at him, half-blind, covered in spots.

Not enough flesh on his body to keep his goddamn pants up,

but he makes money in the market though.

Come on you old creep, let's go, let's go.

Make the whole world wait on you. Geez.

What do you say to the size of these cigars, huh?

Aw, thanks.

They're Churchill's type.

Come on, Mr. Rappaport, let's go.

I'm older than Winston Churchill.

I'll bet you are.

Let's go, Mr. Rappaport. Come on.

Here! What's your hurry?

Let's go. Huh?

Wait a minute! You wouldn't even live to be 60, mister.

Come on, let's go, the light's gonna change!

I was a fighter too, like Churchill.

Yeah, when we licked Spain, I joined the Navy.

I was a guard at the time.

After the battle of San Juan Hill,

Teddy Roosevelt kicked me off the beach.

Come on Mr. Rappaport, let's move it!

Well, I was curious. I wanted to see what went on.

I didn't have no business there,

but I took a boat and rowed myself to the beach.

(horns honking) (tires squealing)

Through the Panama- Come on! I gotta get back!

Jesus! Two of my guys

were laying there dead under the American flag

to keep the flies off them.

Yeah, I looked up and there was Teddy Roosevelt,

he says to me, "What's the Navy want here?

You got orders?"

"No, sir," I told him.

Well then he says, "Get the hell off the beach!"

Man, I love Teddy Roosevelt.

I love him!

Get a move on, kid, let's go.

(phones ringing) (people shouting)

My God, it's down to .19.

Huh?

The lard, it's down to .19,

it's dropped 20 points in an hour.

Read me my wheat figure.

In a minute.

The rye.

It's back where it started from,

I lost all my profit.

It went down.

I've lost all my money,

everything I had in the bank in an hour.

Read me my wheat figure!

Dr. Tamkin!

(people shouting) (phones ringing)

When I had it, I flowed money.

I hemorrhaged money.

Tamkin are you in there?

It's me, Tommy. Tamkin!

(toilet flushing)

(people shouting)

Mr. Roland, have you seen Dr. Tamkin?

No, no, I haven't, is anything wrong?

Oh come on, now you must have seen him.

He just came in a little while ago.

I didn't. You get hit?

Yeah.

Well if I were you I wouldn't worry to much about it.

That's the way the market is, up one day and down the next.

You going away with Dr. Tamkin?

Going away where?

He mentioned the other day he might be going

to Maine this summer for his vacation-

Oh jeez!

And I thought you might be going with him.

Tamkin!

Tamkin.

No checks. Cash.

Move!

You idiot.

God.

I want my $200 Tamkin. Now!

Now before you take any trips to Maine.

Get out of the way!

Hey, watch it!

Look out there, Bud.

Now, right now, Tamkin, in cash.

(people chattering)

Would you ring Dr. Tamkin's room?

(phone whirring)

Nobody's answering.

Did you see him come in here?

No.

You slob!

(table thudding)

(gasps) Oh my! Careful!

Come on!

(dogs whimpering)

Excuse me.

You are Dr. Adler's son?

Yes.

I'm a very good friend of your father.

Seven.

He's such a lovely gentleman.

Will you get going? Come on.

Come on.

Nice move, let's go.

Hold it. Up!

Excuse me? Has Dr. Tamkin been here?

No, I haven't seen him.

(phone whirring)

Will you ring Dr. Adler's room please?

The girl in that picture used to be an epileptic

until Dr. Tamkin cured her.

Used to have seizures every week.

Now Dr. Tamkin's got it down to once every six months.

Man's a saint.

(picture tapping)

Yes. Will you ring the masseur please?

The massage room?

Come on.

Max Schlepper's, whatever, come on.

Yeah, is Dr. Adler there?

Hello? (groaning)

(men moaning)

(throat clearing)

Well, Wilky, have you taken my advice?

About what, Dad?

Take a swim, get a massage.

Did you get my note?

Yes.

But I'm afraid you'll have to ask somebody else,

because I can't.

I had no idea you were so low on funds,

how did you let it happen?

Please, Father.

I'm sorry, Wilky, I really am.

But I've set up a rule, I believe it's a good rule

and I don't want to change it.

What's the matter?

Everything Just everything.

I had a little, but I haven't been very smart.

You took some gamble, huh?

You lost it.

Was it Tamkin?

I told you not to build on that Tamkin, did you?

I did.

I trusted him, Father.

Trusted and gotten taken.

Well, kinda, I, I did.

Might as well say it.

I shoulda listened to you, Dad.

Well, I won't remind you

how often I warned you, must be very painful.

Oh, god, it is. Very.

Same mistakes, over and over.

I couldn't agree with you more.

Oh god, you're so right, it's the same mistakes.

I just keep getting burned again and again.

I guess I am stupid, I want you-

I don't want to listen to the details, Wilky.

I want you to understand I'm too old to take on new burdens.

People who are waiting for help

from you have got to stop waiting.

It isn't always a matter of money.

There's other things a father can give to his son.

Look out, Wilky.

You're tiring my patience very much.

You're not a very kind man, Father.

Because I've never asked you for very much

and you won't even give me that one little bit that I need.

Just one word from you, one word,

would go such a long way.

You want to make yourself into my cross,

but I'm not gonna let you do that.

I'll see you dead, Wilky, before I let you do that to me.

Dad, call me son.

It won't kill you.

Come on, do it.

Get away from me now.

It's torture for me to look at you, you slob.

(Dr. Adler groaning)

About all we should say, Dr. Adler.

Finish what you're doing to me, huh?

(water dripping) (men groaning)

(people chattering)

Oh, Tommy. What?

Your wife called. She said it was an emergency.

What happened?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Well, she didn't say. She didn't.

(people chattering)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hello, Margaret. It's me, Tommy.

What's the matter? Are the boys all right?

Of course they're all right.

(dog barking)

Scissors, quiet.

He hears your voice, Tommy.

Well what's wrong?

Come on you scared me with that message.

You said it was an emergency, are you okay?

You're already five days late on your payment.

I want that check today.

Margaret, honey, I know, I know.

I'm sorry, I, I don't have the money.

I can't allow that, Tommy.

I expect you to meet your obligations on time.

Well I've run into a little bad luck, Margaret.

I lost my job.

I'm not going to chase you around,

asking you for the money you owe me, Tommy.

You are not going to reduce me to that.

Margaret, Margaret, give me a break.

You've gotta let up on me, please?

I'm at the end of my rope here,

I feel like I'm suffocating.

Everything goes out from me and nothing comes back.

Look, if you're going to howl at me I'm gonna hang up.

Margaret, what! What are you doing here?

Come on!

How can you do this to someone

who lived with you for so long?

Margaret, I loved you.

I still love you.

Come on, Margaret,

Margaret, do you understand what I'm telling you? I'm broke.

You know what I'm saying? Broke.

I don't even have enough money to pay my bills here,

my rent, my weekly rent, I can't pay it.

You're whining, Tommy.

Are you in pain? What? What?

Well I don't care about your pain,

you're the one who left.

What'd you expect, big shot?

Everything made smooth for you?

If you're in misery, you deserve it.

Everything you're getting now, you deserve.

I have no pity left for you, Tommy.

Now you just come up with that money.

You don't come up with that money,

you don't see the boys.

What! (screams)

You trying to, blackmailing bitch!

Come on!

Goddammit I'll get a lawyer!

And I'll get a divorce then!

(bells ringing) (sirens wailing)

That's what I'll do, I'll take the boys away from ya.

If I have to even sell my car for scrap

I'll pay you off, I'll pay my father off,

I'll pay the hotel off.

(quiet suspenseful music)

I'll marry Olive and I'll leave the city and I'll be happy!

(Tommy yelling) (church bells ringing)

Tamkin!

Tamkin!

Tamkin! Is that you Tamkin?

(people shouting) (bells ringing)

(chairs crashing)

(rabbi speaking in foreign language)

(Tommy wailing)

That's the guy in from Yonkers they were expecting.

It must be someone real close to carry on so.

Oh my, oh my.

To be mourning like that.

The man's brother maybe?

Oh, I don't think so.

There's no likeness at all.

Day and night.

(Tommy sobbing) (mournful music)

Shh.

(Tommy sobbing)

(Tommy laughing) (pensive music)

(mournful music)

(mournful music)

(mournful music)