All language subtitles for Drop.Dead.Fred.1991.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AM]

"And the prince took
the beautiful young girl in his arms

"and said, 'Will you marry me?'"

"'Yes, ' she whispered,
'I will be your princess.'"

Did they live happily ever after?

Of course, Elizabeth.

How do you know?

Because she was a good little girl.

If she had been naughty,
the prince would have run away.

What a pile of shit.

Oh, Charlie.

Charles,
this is really important to me.

I forgive you. Okay?

I love you.

God, that hurts so much
when I say it out loud.

Okay, Lizzie.

Charles... Charles, our marriage...

No, this is really important to me.

Charles, this is really...

Okay, Charles.

Charles...

This is important.

Lizzie, shouldn't you be having lunch
on your lunch hour?

- Let me finish what I want to say.
- You agreed.

You did more than agree.
It was your idea, and you were right.

You were absolutely right. We can't go on.

Sooner or later, one of us has
got to do something positive

for once in our life, for both our sakes.

- And you did it.
- I did?

- Yes.
- Wait. When was it my idea?

The best thing is for me to go!
Go and live with Annabella.

- Oh, Charles, I don't think I said that.
- Yes.

- I did?
- Yes.

Annabella? Is that her name?

Oh, God. I didn't know that.

All I know is what you did with her
on our sofa.

Oh, Lizzie, I'm sorry.

I couldn't help myself.
I've been smitten by Annabella.

I've been bewitched by her.

I have been pounded flat on the anvil of love
like a piece of veal with a salad on top.

Excuse me.

Can I test-drive this car?

- Oh!
- This car looks great topless.

I think a car should represent
its owner, don't you?

Charles, this is really important to me.

Lizzie, Lizzie, let's not go through all this
"Goodbye, I never wanna see you again" stuff

because we will want
to see each other again.

I mean, two years! We're not going to
throw away two years, are we?

It was three years in June.

Janie, that's what he said. He
said he wants... That's what he said!

He wants to move out
and go live with Annabella.

I know.

If I could just be alone with him.

Yes, it's hard to look
on the bright side, but...

Mmm-hmm.

Yes. I've got my car.

I guess I'll stay in the apartment.

But, Janie, I really want him back.

If I could just get him
alone and talk to him.

Janie?

Janie, hold on. Hold on a second.
I'm just gonna get some change.

Hey, that's my car!

Elizabeth!

Don't spend any more money on Charles.
Elizabeth, I'll see you later anyway.

Elizabeth!

I'm so sorry, Your Honor.
I lost my money, my car, my husband.

All in one lunch hour?

- Yeah.
- Hey, do what I did.

Plead insanity.

Counsel, advise your client
to keep his remarks to himself.

Sorry, Your Honor.
May we finally proceed?

Just a moment. Could the court reporter
approach the bench, please?

- I'm sorry.
- So am I.

You're fired.

Fired?

Oh!

- Thank you.
- Are you okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Lizzie?

- Elizabeth Cronin?
- Yeah.

I'm Michael. Mickey. I'm Mickey Bunce.

Used to live down the street
when we were little kids.

- Mickey. Goodness.
- Yeah!

- It's been 20 years.
- At least.

- Do you work here?
- No.

- Neither do I.
- No. I had a divorce here.

- Divorce?
- Yes.

Oh, I don't like that word.

You've got to work things through
if you don't want to get divorced.

I gave it my best shot, Lizzie,
but we've been separated two years now.

The good thing about it is, I got to
keep my daughter. That's Natalie.

- Oh! She's real pretty.
- Yeah, she's beautiful.

She's a lot to handle, though.
She's a lot like you used to be.

- Like me?
- Yeah.

What do you mean?

Don't you remember
what you did to my grandmother?

I didn't do anything to your grandmother.

You said the same thing back then.

You said that Fred did it.

Drop Dead Fred.

Oh, Grandma Bunce!

- Drop Dead Fred.
- I used to pretend I had an imaginary friend.

No one believed me.

Do you remember the time you and Fred

came over to borrow
my father's electric shaver?

Yes.

- You must have thought I was crazy.
- No, no. Not at all.

I believed you. It was just that
no one else could see him but you.

He was so real, Mickey.

Oh, he was real all
right. Really out of control.

No, not always.

Only when my mother was...

Well, you know.

Hey, we were all a little
afraid of your mother.

Not Fred. No, he always stood up for me.

That's what friends are for,
even imaginary ones.

I realize you're feeling
pretty conflicted right now.

I feel awful.

I did this self-actualizing
workshop this week,

and basically they taught us that pain
is your friend. It's your humanity.

- Pain makes you interesting.
- Janie.

Look at Elvis.

Yeah, but didn't Elvis kill himself?

Yes, but before that
he was very, very interesting.

I want you to do some affirmations with me.

- Janie.
- Come on, just do it.

Surround yourself with light.

Are you surrounded?

Yeah, I think so.

All right. Repeat after me.
I don't need a man to complete my life.

- I don't need a man to complete my life.
- I'm perfect the way that I am.

- I'm perfect the way that I am.
- I hate Charles.

I hate Charles.

Don't you feel better?

No.

I love him. I really do.

I feel, basically, it's all about choice.

Since you've already chosen,

what you may as well do
is to choose what you chose.

- I heard.
- Hello, Mother.

I came as soon as I heard.

It's a good thing I've got a key
to this apartment.

Hello, Mrs. Cronin. She'll gonna be
all right. She just needs some nurturing.

You know? Give her a little cuddle.

Cuddling is for teddy bears.
Elizabeth, I've packed your things.

You're coming home with me.

- No, I'm staying here tonight, Mother.
- Charles is coming back here later.

- I want to be here when he comes.
- Don't disagree with your mother, dear.

I'm staying here tonight.

I'm staying here tonight.

Now that we're home, everything is perfect.

Don't step on that carpet.
I had it shampooed.

Yes, Mother.

Take your things upstairs.

- I made up your bed.
- Oh.

"Oh"? That's all you say to me is, "Oh"?

- Thank you, Mother.
- That's a good girl.

Boo!

Hello, snot face!

Yuck! What happened to you?

Look at you. You're all older.
You're even uglier.

Ugh! I'm sorry, I'm going to have to be
sick all over you immediately. Lie down.

Hang on.

- Where's all the dolls?
- Drop Dead Fred.

Where is the dolls?

I want to play with the... Aha! The dolls.

Hello, Jemima. Hello, Angelique. "Hello."
You're going to die. Ahhh!

Mr. Pooh. "Hello." You die, too.

"No, no, no!" Yes, yes, yes.

"My intestines. Not my intestines!"

D-E-A-D.

I must be dreaming.

Where's the fire truck?
Where's the rest of the toys?

They're gone.

I'm grown-up.

- Grown-up?
- Uh-huh.

Grown-up?

Great.

That means there's a load
of grown-up things to smash. Ha!

Come on!

- Where are we going?
- Play time!

Whee!

Who put that there?

I forgot to give you something.

Ha-ha-ha!

Where is it? Oh, come on.
There must be some here somewhere.

Ah! Here it is.

Mind your backs.

Ooh! Careful.

I've got some dog poo right here.

Dog poo, dog poo, lovely, lovely dog poo
Dog poo on the chair

All along the side, all up here,
Lovely, lovely, smelly dog poo

- Elizabeth?
- Yeah, it's me, Mother.

- I'm just getting a glass of water.
- Uh-huh.

Well, mind the carpet.

Hey, snot face, look. Ink.

Let's write something on the carpet.
Let's write, "Mother sucks."

No. Wait a minute. I've a better idea.
Let's play a game.

- A game?
- Yeah.

A game, like we used to, in the old days.

A game. Okay. Great. Ah, ah! But not dolls.

Not dolls 'cause
we're grown-ups now.

Not dolls. How about hide-and-seek?

Great. I love hide-and-seek.

Great. Maybe you should
give me that inkwell first.

Sure. Here.

Catch.

Nice catch. Okay. Hide your eyes
and count to a million.

I'm going to hide in a place
where you'll never find me. Bye-bye.

Four, five...

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

Oh, boy.

I don't know what to say.

- I didn't want anybody to walk on my carpet.
- Yeah, I know.

But here I am, scrubbing away at what
can only be described as dog mess.

Honestly, Elizabeth,
you're not even back for a day

and you're behaving like a five-year-old.

Mother, do you remember when I was little
I had this friend? He was make-believe.

No.

Don't you remember I was
the only one who could see him?

No, I don't remember Drop Dead Fred at all.

Morning.

So who's for snot-flicking?

I hid all night in the stupid garden shed,

and you didn't even bother
coming to look for me.

Oh, my God!

Is it? It is.

The megabitch. Let me at her!

- Is this for me?
- Get me an ax.

No, get me a chainsaw.
I'm going to slice her into tiny pieces.

Mother, are you going to be doing
any gardening today?

Well, it is a lovely day for it.

The death breath.
She killed me with the death breath.

Be gone, evil one!

Ooh!

Hey, maybe there's a steak in there.
We can drive it through her heart.

Phew!

My head! The megabitch squashed my head!

The bitch. She squashed my head.

The evil one reigns supreme.

There's nothing I can do.

Phew.

Wow.

Cobwebs.

What's so funny?

Nothing. Would you come
sit here with me, Mother?

- Go away.
- You want me to go away?

All right. Fine.
Say the magic words and I'll piss off.

- Piss off.
- Gotcha. Those weren't the magic words.

- What did you say to me?
- She told you to piss off. What, are you deaf?

I said "piss off,"

but I did not say it to you.

Well, it's no wonder Charles left you.

You see, you just don't know
how to make a marriage work.

You got married? You mean
you've been doing it like the pigeons?

No.

Yuck!

There they are.
Which one of you two did it? Was it you?

Whoever taught her how to do it
is going to get flattened.

There! Come back!

She's absolutely insane.

- Pigeon pie for you.
- Fred, stop!

So you got married.
Snot Face grew up and got married.

Fred, what are you doing here?

I'm stuck 'cause your stupid, ugly, fat,
grown-up husband has left you.

So you're all alone and you're all unhappy.

I had to come back and I can't get home again
until you're happy. Why don't you get happy?

Ahhh!

Okay.

The only thing that could make me happy
would be getting Charles back.

All right, then. Let's get
Charles back then. I'll help you.

Okay. You'll help me?

Yeah, I'll help you.

When have you ever helped me?

All the time. That's what I do.
I'm Fred, I help you.

- You've never helped me.
- Excuse me. Yes, I have.

- Did not.
- Did so.

- You did not.
- I did.

- You did not.
- I did!

- Did not, did not, did not!
- I did, I did, I did!

- Did not, did not, did not!
- I did, I did, I did!

Right, that's it. I hate you.

- Ow!
- Goodbye forever. I hope you die horribly.

Fred, come back.

Fred!

You don't want me anymore? Well, fine.

I'll throw myself in front of the first
fire truck that I can see.

- Fred.
- You're going to be sorry.

- Go ahead.
- Goodbye.

What have I done?

Wake up.

Snot Face, wake up. Wake up!

- What is it?
- It's time to play burglars.

- Real burglars?
- Real burglars.

The kind that wear sweaters
and Buster Browns. Look.

Ta-da!

I made your sweater stripy.

Great.

- What is it?
- Look.

It's a burglar bag.

- Nigel. Nigel!
- Mmm?

I think I heard something.

What are we doing this for?

Clues. Okay. It's perfect.

Let's go. We'll steal gold and we'll
steal silver and we'll steal jewels

and we'll hide them all, in a place where
no one will ever find them, including us.

Promise?

I promise.

Let's go, burglar.

This is very expensive.

Then we'd better be very careful.

What was that?

- Okay. Come on.
- The coast is clear.

Aha!

Hey, snot face. Look at this.

Oh, no. Gladiolas.

Ow!

- Are you all right, Fred?
- Yes, I'm all right.

- Hello, police?
- Are they there?

- Hello.
- Give them the address.

Tell them there's a burglar.

Okay, buddy, what shall we steal now?

- How about the telephone?
- Yeah, good idea.

That's probably where
the diamonds are hidden.

Yeah! Great idea.

Hello?

What's the matter? Where'd they go?
Where'd they go?

- They've cut the phone line.
- Oh, my God!

Now it's time to make
our getaway through here.

Now, opening a window requires great

- sophisticatedliness.
- Mmm-hmm.

- So I'd better do it, okay?
- Okay.

Ah! Ouch.

Oh, I love those breaking noises.

- Oh, my God. I'm having a heart attack.
- Shh!

Okay.

- Okay.
- Come on, Fred.

Right, let's do it.

Okay, we'll bury the treasure here
and no one will find it.

Oh, mind that.

We've been found out.

- It's dark in there.
- Be careful. Stay low.

Kick it in.

Ow!

Stay down here.

- What shall we do?
- Let's make a run for it.

No, no. It's too late for that now.
Snot Face, I'm going to take the rap alone.

- No.
- Yes. Give me the guilty sweater.

No!

Snot Face.

A guy's coming up the stairs.
I'm going to ask him what he wants.

Don't leave me.

Keep cool.

Nigel, don't die!

Right. I want you to tell them loud and
clear and proud, "Drop Dead Fred did it."

- I'm no coward.
- I don't want to.

Just do it, no brain.

- Go on.
- Drop Dead...

Drop Dead Fred...

I didn't say it right. Fred?

Hey, I thought you weren't a coward.

I'm not a coward. Have they gone?

Why are you taking my husband?
It's all a mistake.

I am calling our lawyer immediately.

- Go inside.
- Why are you going with them?

- Nigel, we are pillars of the community.
- Lady, get a grip.

What will
the neighbors think? Officer...

Maybe Mommy's right.

I never do anything right.

So what? What are you saying that for?

You're great. She's not.

She's always fighting with your dad
and calling you horrible things.

Look, you've got to be what you want to be.

Don't you ever be like her.

- Promise?
- Promise.

Okay.

Ow!

Got you, Fred.

Hey!

Elizabeth, what are you doing?
Get dressed. We're late.

Mother?

Can we talk about when I was little?

We haven't got time for that.

We have to get you back with Charles,
and I'm the one to do it now.

Let's go.

There. You see what I mean?

You look wonderful.

Now, Elizabeth, don't worry.
All these products are cruelty-free.

No, no, no, you see, I think it
should definitely be more like mine.

You know? More blush here.

Oh, yes. Much more grown-up.

Charles is going to love this.

Oh.

A note, Elizabeth, to you.

- It's from Charles.
- More bad news, no doubt.

"Dear Lizzie, I came by, but no one
was here, so I thought I'd leave this note."

"I miss our mornings."

I miss our mornings.

- You can't go to work.
- I love you, darling, but I've got to go.

The little games we used to play.

You have the softest touch.

Oh! Ow.

You're like a Lynch-Bages '83,
a fine wine that's sure to age well.

Please come home.

"I'll wait for you at our apartment."
At last he wants to talk.

It's more than your father did when
he left. Does he say anything else?

Just one more thing. "Love, Charlie."

Charles?

Charlie.

Boo!

Shit yourself?

God, I thought you were dead.

It takes more than a fire truck
to stop Drop Dead Fred.

Yeah, well, you gonna have to leave
because I'm expecting Charles.

Expecting Charles. That's important.

- I'd better go then, haven't I?
- Mmm-hmm.

There's just one little problem.
Charles isn't coming.

- What do you mean?
- I wrote the note.

Haven't got a husband!
Haven't got a husband!

Got a stupid haircut!

"Oh, look at my horrid,
stupid haircut, everybody."

Na-na-na-na-na! Looks just like her mother.

Another little megabeast.

It was only a joke.

It was just a joke.

Snot Face?

It was just a joke.

Come on.

Hey. Look. Look.

Da da-da da-da-da da!

Want a cookie?

What's the matter?

I really thought that
Charles wanted me back.

What's so special about him?

I mean, can he make you puke?

- Not like you can.
- Nah.

So... So what, then?

- Do you really want to know, Fred?
- Yeah.

I love him.

Why?

I don't know.

He sends me flowers and brings me wine.

He's very romantic.

He can be really sweet sometimes.

I've never heard anything
so disgusting in all my life.

Romance?

Oh! What's this?

It's one of Charles's posters
for his wine-tasting party.

- Will Charles be there?
- Yeah.

- Well, let's go.
- No. I can't go alone.

That's all right, I'll come with you.
I'll be your date.

That's really nice, but no thanks.

Janie!

Janie.

- Janie, I need your help.
- You need my help at 3:00 in the morning?

What is with your hair? Is there a
Marilyn Quayle look-alike contest?

Janie, I got this note, not from Charles,
from Drop Dead Fred.

Who dropped dead?

Drop Dead Fred is this imaginary friend
I had as a child,

- and he's back. He's back.
- I hear you knocking, but you can't come in.

Murray is in there.
No! You can't stay long.

Janie, suddenly he's there.
He's everywhere, and only I can see him.

He's driving me crazy.

It's like he's my best friend,
and yet I'm scared to death of him.

Wait a minute.
I thought I was your best friend.

- You are.
- Not just because I'm visible, right?

Janie!

- Are you coming back?
- I'll be right up, Mur.

- He's such an animal.
- You mean he goes all night?

What do you think I mean, he shits
in the corner, he eats with his paws?

You can't stay here.

If somebody else could see Drop Dead Fred,
then I'd know I'm not going crazy.

Is he here now?

- No.
- Good.

I was going to say if
he is, I can't see him.

Janie, if I go home,
he's bound to be there.

You can't stay here, though.

I can't go home.

Oh!

- All right, stay the night.
- Thank you.

Murray is here one night a month.
You had to pick tonight.

Wake up. Look what I've done.

Elizabeth, wake up. Look.

Snot Face, wake up.

Wake up!

Wake up. What, are you shedding?

Did you do this to yourself?

Oh! Drop Dead Fred did it.

He was here?

Am I missing something?
Is this a girly thing?

It's a creative visualization.
She has an imaginary friend.

Oh. I never had imaginary friends.

Just wet dreams.

You kiss your mother with that mouth, Mur?

I'm going to be at work till lunch,
then I'll be back.

That is a very strange young lady.

She's going through a difficult time
right now, and she is a friend of mine.

- Well, look, I'm not criticizing.
- You are criticizing!

- I'm just describing what I saw.
- No!

I mean, everybody has strange friends,
even you must.

- But all mine are alive.
- That's not saying much.

Charles!

Charles!

Charles!

It's got to be him.

It looks just like our boat.

I think that's him.

Pirates!

- I love playing pirates.
- Hi, Fred!

- Hi!
- Fred, don't touch anything.

- Sure. This is going to be great.
- Okay.

- We'll sail the seven seas.
- Yeah.

- We'll put on eye patches.
- Yeah.

We'll cut off our legs
and glue on wooden ones.

Yeah.

- I can't touch anything?
- No. Okay?

Yeah, sure, sure. I'll just touch that one.

- No!
- No, no, no. I won't touch that one.

- I'll touch that one.
- Fred! Nothing.

- I am the pirate who doesn't touch anything.
- That's right.

Except this one. Whoa!

- Fred?
- What?

- What did you just touch?
- Nothing. I didn't touch anything.

- What did you touch?
- Just the little red one. It doesn't do anything.

Fred!

The engine's broken, that's all. I'll go and
fix the engine. You keep an eye out, Captain.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Fred, he's getting away.

What? Faster?

Okey-dokey.

This way! This way, folks!
Captain Fred's in charge!

Drown the fishes! Kill all the parrots!

What is that water doing there?

- What water?
- That water.

I don't know.
What are your thoughts?

Whoa!

Man the lifeboats!

Excuse me a minute, would you?

- Now what's happened?
- I have some bad news for you.

More?

Remember your house?

Yeah.

It...

- It sank.
- What?

I didn't mean for it...

Drop Dead Fred just...

He was way out of control.

Do you think I have an imaginary-friend
clause in my boat insurance?

Janie, I'm so sorry.

- Oh! Everything I own is on that boat.
- Well, it's all still there.

It's just not so near the top of the water.

You always tell me to look on
the bright side of things.

What would that be
in this particular situation?

There he is.

- Murray?
- No, no.

- Not...
- Yes.

How about the silverware service?

A complete mystery to me,
but was completely ruined.

Any response?

He's waving at us.
Wave or he might do something awful.

- Hi!
- What's he doing now?

Nothing yet.

Okay. Do it to them, Murray.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time
we got down to specifics, don't you?

Specifics, don't you?
What is it? It's gone, it's gone now.

He's just sitting in your chair.
Do you see him?

No, but that won't stop me
from killing the little bastard.

But we have an item
we'd like for you to see.

The police report.

The damage to the room was incredible.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Hello, sweetheart.
Aren't you a cute little thing?

I'm just going to borrow this.
I'll be back in a second.

Snot Face.

Have I got him?

What are you doing, Miss Shagrue?

I'm running for Congress.
What does it look like I'm doing?

- There's nobody there.
- It's because he's invisible, idiot.

Die! You're dead, little man!

That's for the boat!

That's for ruining the one schtup
I get a month

when Murray's wife is out of town!

It's very hot in here, isn't it?

Oh, this is stupid.

We ought to be in a shop that sells
harpoons and nets and hammers.

What for?

We could harpoon Charles
straight through the head,

drag him back to the apartment,

and then hit him with the hammer
till he agrees to come back.

- Harpoon him through the head?
- Yeah, it's a brilliant plan.

- It's not going to work, Fred.
- Why not?

How many times have you tried it?

- Look! We're not five anymore.
- I know.

- This would be good for the wine gala.
- It looks like a big bruise.

- I'm going to be late for my lunch.
- Who are you having lunch with?

An old friend, and I don't mean you.

You're not invited.

Why not?

We always do everything together.

Thank you.

- This is a nice choice. This is a great place.
- Yeah, this is Charles's favorite restaurant.

Oh.

You cut your hair.

Yeah. Charles is going to hate it.

Oh, no, no. You look beautiful.

- Just relax. Let's have a nice lunch.
- Okay.

Hi. What's happening?

Oh, no. Mickey Fart Pants.
Who let him grow up?

- Go away.
- What?

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no. Look, don't apologize.

I love being with you.
I love the way you cut your hair.

I love the way you sink houseboats.

God! Look at him.
He's still talking about love.

I always said you should be a girl.

You know, some people believe

that you really never
ever fall out of love.

Oh! Look, this isn't like when we were
five. We're grownups now, so piss off.

I'd like to know more about
the grown-up Mickey Bunce.

Okay, I...

Well, I know how much you...

Hate the word "divorce," but after mine

I had to get back into the whole dating

game.

- Yes, Mickey, go on.
- Yes, Mickey, go on.

Okay. Um...

See that woman over there?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I dated her three or four times.

It was kind of funny,

I didn't know whether I should hold her
hand when we walked down the street

or give her a kiss good night.

I kind of felt like I was back
in high school again.

Why did you do that?

- I didn't.
- Oh, no, you did. Because I saw you do that.

Oh, I did, didn't I?
Uh, to get the waiter's attention.

Well, I don't think that works.

Maybe that does work.

Your lunch.

And your lunch, sir.

This table must be loose again.

Peek-a-boo.

Peekaboo, yeah.
I play that with Natalie all the time.

Oh, yeah...

- Mmm. Smells good.
- Mmm!

Ugh! Oh, God.

Okay, why did you do that?

Disgusting!

I'm crazy.

You are crazy in the most wonderful way.

God, I wish I could be like that.
I wish I could do those kind of things.

What the hell.

Hey, buddy.

- Uh-oh!
- You don't throw spaghetti in my restaurant.

Okay, okay, fine. You do it.

You and the puttanesca woman, out of here.

I like him a lot better than I used to.

Take it easy, huh?

- You're out of here.
- It was a joke.

- Hey, you guys should really loosen up.
- Out!

- What is puttanesca?
- My dress.

- Ooh, I'll get it.
- No, Mickey!

- No, I'd like to. What the hell?
- Mickey...

Oh, amigos.

Having fun?

- Come on, buddy, back here.
- Wait a minute. Come here.

That was great, wasn't it?

- That make you feel better?
- No.

First you sink Janie's houseboat.
And what you did in that restaurant.

- All you do is smash things up.
- Yeah, but what's wrong with that?

Nothing, except you're ruining my life.

Shh.

You know your problem,
you're no fun anymore.

You've turned into your mother.

You are so sick.

You know what?
I don't want an imaginary friend anymore.

Do you see what you're doing to me?
Do you see me talking to myself?

You're driving me crazy.

Please just get out of my life.

All right, fine, I'm going and you're never
going to see me again, ever.

Bye.

I asked you nicely.

Shh!

Somebody call security.

I'm so sorry.

I'm...

You play such an expensive violin
in a shopping mall?

Where? What?

I'm just getting my bag. I'm fine, Mother.

"I'm fine"? How could you say "I'm fine,"
when you're having

absurd conversations with thin air?

Not thin air, Drop Dead Fred.

- Don't mention his name.
- Sorry.

You may have Drop Dead Fred.
I have Dr. Ryland.

Elizabeth, please have a seat outside.
I need a word with your mother.

That's the piece,
Matthew. You've finished it.

I'm really sorry.

I didn't know I was going to get you
into so much trouble.

So what did the doctor say?

Are you insane, or what?

What, did they give you a lobotomy?

He's very good with children.

Oh.

Well, he's one of the country's
leading experts in dealing with the

imaginary-friend syndrome.

Your child has one, too, huh?

I don't have a child.

Oh?

- Well, who's in there?
- My mother.

Oh!

- Uh, which one of you is...
- Me.

- Let's get out of here.
- I'll leave when I want to.

Okay, fine.

Okay, okay. I was just asking.

Just trying to be nice.

Go to Hell Herman!

Fred!

Punch me.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, Fred! Ahhh!

Velcro Head!

What are you doing?

I am playing with my friends.

Hey, Freddy.

Hi, guys!

- Graggy.
- Hey, Fred, hold this.

That's so Namby Pamby.

You called?

Namby Pamby!

Whoo!

- Hey, this is great. The whole gang's here.
- Yeah!

- Let's have a sick contest!
- Yeah!

Hey, watch this.

Charge!

Nine, maybe ten. I love it.

- Not bad, huh?
- Beautiful.

Let her take these after
meals and before bed.

- Are there any side effects?
- No, no, none.

They just neutralize that part of the brain
which is malfunctioning.

How did it come to this?

She's regressed to
where these children are.

Elizabeth.

Well, I've got to go,
so I'll see you chickens later.

Oh, oh, Fred, Fred.

Not the pills.

Why not? What do they do? Make you sick?
Make you stupid? I'll take them. I'm Fred.

You don't want to let
her take the green ones.

Why not?

Remember Go-Go Mouth?

Yeah.

Don't worry about me.

Here we are.

Now.

I want you to eat all your vegetables.

- Yes.
- Yes, what?

- Yes, Mother, thank you.
- That's better.

We're going to be great
friends, Mrs. Cronin.

I can see that.

I'll be right back.

Don't eat the napkin, dear.

I've got a black belt
and I could break you like that.

You're going to behave.

Conscious or unconscious,
it's all the same to me.

Whoo! I like her. She is good.
She is awfully good.

I'll be back in a moment with your pill.

"I'll be back in a moment with your pill."

Wait a minute. Those are the pills.

Right, this is getting serious.
I think we'd better get out of here.

No, I know Mrs. Cronin,
but this will take just one minute.

No, no, no, no, there's no possible way
that anyone can see her.

- Well, I know, 'cause she was so crazy...
- Yes, crazy.

Michael, take your foot out of my door.

Oh...

Come on.

Snot Face, let's go!

Look, I am getting fed up of this.

It's getting dangerous!

Look, there's two of them now
and they've got pills!

Look, they're going to
turn you into one of them.

I mean, you've started already.

You picked up a piece of broccoli,
put it in your mouth and went,

"Ooh, what a lovely piece of broccoli."

I can't believe it. It's beyond disgusting.

Snot Face, please help.

Come on.

Look.

Do you remember when your dad picked up
the megabeast and threw her out the window?

That never happened.

No, it didn't happen though,
but you wanted it to, though, didn't you?

Yeah.

So did I.

Do you remember?

Hmm?

Remember?

Elizabeth, you've made
a mess of your beautiful hair.

The time has come

when we don't want to hear the words
"Drop Dead Fred" ever again.

Don't you agree, Nigel?

Hmm? About what?

This Drop Dead Fred business.

- Oh, no, no, no!
- I'm sorry, Pol.

Stand still. I'll clean it later.

Can I have some cereal?

May I have some cereal?

Yes, you may in just a minute.
We don't eat food off the floor.

Honey, why do you call him Drop Dead Fred?

Because that's his name, Daddy.

And Drop Dead Fred
is going to teach me how to cook today.

I'm going to need flour and sugar
and honey and vodka.

And a pair of your pants.

We're making pants pie.

Ouch!

Vodka and pants pie. God knows what else.

She's only a kid, Pol.

Daddy, how about we throw
Mommy out the window?

It won't hurt her.
She'll land right in the gladiolis.

You shouldn't say things like that
about your mother.

She might cut your head off.

Very funny, Elizabeth.

Sometimes I think I don't love you
as much as I used to.

- Drop Dead Fred does.
- No more Drop Dead Fred, period!

Hi, Fred.

Well, you're completely wrong, you know,
'cause I don't love you.

'Cause I don't love anyone 'cause
love's for girls and girls are disgusting.

'Cause I'm a loner.
I'm a crazy, wide-eyed loner

on a doomed space mission to Venus

to battle with the three-headed megabeast.

But on the way there,
I caught cornflakes disease.

Pants pie can't save me now. The
only thing that can save me is a mud pie.

Yeah! Come on.

Here it comes.

- Take the top off.
- Okay.

- Here it comes.
- Wow, my first real mud pie!

Yeah, it's not ready yet.
We need lots of other things.

We need cornflakes
and orange juice. Beautiful.

- That's lovely.
- This is so fun.

A little tea.

A lot of tea.

- Sugar?
- Yeah.

Well, that's good. That's good.

Here.

That's good. Milk! Yeah, there's the milk.
Good. Lots and lots of milk.

Lovely. Right.

Yeah, but it's... It's not ready. It's
still too pretty. It needs something. It...

I know.

There.

That's great. You see,
when something's not working right,

the best thing is to tear it apart
to make it better.

Yeah.

Elizabeth, are you behaving in there?

- I'm not afraid of the megabeast.
- I'm not either.

When she comes in here,
we'll make her eat up all this mud.

- Yeah, and then we'll cut her head off.
- With scissors.

- Yeah, and then we'll make her eat it.
- Make her eat her own head?

- Yeah.
- With what?

Oh, yeah. Well, I'll eat her head, then.

- And I'll eat the rest of her.
- Yeah! And then we'll get up

and we'll poo her all over the table
'cause we're not afraid of anything. Yeah!

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Yeah! Yeah!

- Elizabeth!
- Quick, hide.

Quick.

Hurry up! Elizabeth, hurry, hurry up.

Okay? Whoo!

Oh, my...

What is wrong with you?

You've been playing with him, haven't you?

Where is he?

Don't...

Don't... Don't take him away from me!

Oh, so that must make you cry, huh?
Well, now I know what to do.

Give me...
No, don't take him away from me.

Nigel, do it.

No, I won't. I don't want anything
to do with it. It's not right.

All right. I'll do it.

It's not right.

What would you know about raising a child?

Apparently nothing.

Elizabeth, if you ever touch this again,
I'll throw it in the trash.

And do you know what will happen next?
He will be crushed to death.

Dear Drop Dead Fred,

you were my only friend,

but she took you away from me.

I know I'll see you again someday.

"If you come back,
I promise we'll run away together."

See that? "Promise."

I found that when I was hiding
in the stupid garden shed.

That's right. That's where I hid it.

But you never answered it.

You just disappeared.

And when you did all the... The...

Life, and, um...

The spirit and the...

Fred?

Yeah, Fred.

Just went out of me.

Oh, I should never have let my mother know
how much she could hurt me.

Once she knew how,

she knew that she could do it all the time.

And she did.

So, I never showed her
my real feelings again.

- So?
- So?

So, now can we run away, please?

Where to?

To the party!

To the Charlie party.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Okay?

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Oh, no, gladiolas.

No. No. No!

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going.

- No, you're not, you're staying.
- No, Mother, this time I'm definitely going.

Good night, flake.

Yeah, well, we're not scared of you, fatso.

Come on. We'll go out the window.

Come on, I'm really
good at this. Stand back.

Wait a minute.

I love those breaking noises.

Let's go. Come on.

Hey, door-to-window service.

- I brought your dress, madam.
- Mickey.

- Can you give me a lift?
- Absolutely. Come on.

Oi, wait for me.

- I believe you ordered the spaghetti.
- I hate you.

Mickey, I'm so sorry about that. I hope
I didn't get you into too much trouble.

No. Look, it's okay.

I mean, this is... It's
all been great to me.

I'm sure you're going to look
real beautiful in your dress, tonight.

I hope Charles appreciates it.

He's just a total and utter girl, isn't he?

Oh, this is great,
stuck in a truck with two girls.

Mickey, you're the best.

Thanks.

You know, I think I was six
when we moved away.

I remember getting in the car,
pulling away, taking one last look at you

and thinking, "I'm never going
to get to have fun with Betsy again."

Mickey Bunce.

Don't you hate it when you're right
about the wrong things?

Let's go.

Thanks.

Snot Face, you are looking great.

- I am?
- Yeah.

For a girl.

There he is.

- Is that him?
- Mmm-hmm.

I thought he liked wine.
Why does he keep spitting it out?

Where's he gone?

I don't know. Come on.

Right.

Fred, let's just behave
ourselves. Shall we?

Sure. Not a problem.

- Mmm. Grapes.
- Grapes!

Oh, could please someone
grab a hold of this?

What, what? Why do I always get the blame?

Look, you've got the grape. Look, she
did it, everyone. The lady with the grape.

Hmm.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Don't worry.

I'll find Charlie boy for you.

Wait here.

Charlie!

Charlie! Cha...

No panties.

No panties!

Get up. Get up.

- Fred, get up.
- Go away! Go away!

- Get up.
- Spoilsport.

Uh...

I was just admiring your dress.

The material.

It's so pretty. Slinky.

Oh!

It's pretty neat.

Yeah. It looks really good on you.

It feels good.

- I like yours. Yours is nice.
- Oh.

It's very purple.

- Annabella.
- Oh, honey.

- My little chardonnay.
- There you are.

Elizabeth.

My God.

That's him.

Don't just stand there, do something.

Go on. Go on, kiss him.

But you said she was mousy.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Well, don't go. It's going great.

Are you okay?

- I think so.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

My little Gewürztraminer.

Oh, my little pinot noir.

I can't believe we left the party so soon.

With all that wine to
spit around the place.

We didn't even get to play spin the bottle.

- I got upset.
- I got upset.

God, you're so stupid. You never
leave a party till the very, very end.

Oh, really?

Yeah, really.

Cinderella left her party early.
Remember what happened with her?

No, I don't remember
what happened with her.

I deliberately forgot everything about her.
She made me puke.

I remember the ugly
sisters. They were great.

You're here.

Can I tell you something?

What?

You look fabulous.

I do?

Darling, you need me.

I do?

To protect you.

From what?

Men like me.

- But, Charles, there's so many things...
- No, no, no, no, no. No talk.

Just kiss.

What was that?

Oh, it's Fred.

Fred?

What did you do, give this Fred a key?

Hey, Fred.

I'm home now. It's
Charles, Lizzie's husband.

Is he the violent type?

Only with me.

Jesus.

Who does this guy think he is,
playing around with a married woman?

Polly, hi.

What did you do?

Hello?

You are a wonderful man, Charles,
but she is just too...

What, dangerous? I love dangerous.

Now, don't worry.
I can take care of this Drop Dead Fred.

All right, if you think
you can handle it, here.

Oh, but, Charles, she is just a child.

Well, I'm a grownup, Polly.

Where were we?

Ugh! What does that taste like?

Charles.

Let's talk about something.
It's kind of important to me.

Of course it is.

- You're not going to get that out, are you?
- Not now.

- Not now?
- No, I mean now.

- Now.
- Now.

Now.

Hang on.

No, no. Hang on.

This isn't how the pigeons do it.

You're supposed to stamp on her head
and peck her.

Oh, Charles.

Oh, Annabella.

- What?
- What?

What? What happened?

You just said, "Annabella."

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did. You said, "Oh, Annabella."

- You said, "Oh, Annabella."
- That's impossible.

It's you.

Charles, I heard you.
You said, "Annabella."

Well... If I said, "Oh, Annabella,"

isn't it better that I said,
"Oh, Annabella," and I was here with you,

than to say, "Oh, Lizzie,"
and be somewhere else with Annabella?

- Yeah.
- You're cute.

Oh, I know what you're doing.

You're going to do
what he did to Annabella on the sofa.

- Don't say things like that now, Fred.
- Lizzie.

I think it's time to say goodbye

to your friend.

Hey.

Hey!

Listen, I'm Drop Dead Fred, right?

If your stupid husband
thinks he can get rid of me

with one of those stupid little green pills,
he's got another think coming. I've got...

Ow.

Well, thank you very much, dear friend.

Charles.

Oh, you look so handsome!

Uh, Lizzie, come on, now. Don't do that.

We have to do it this way.

Look, I've got a long day.

I don't like him.

Uh, no, no. It scares me.

Go on. Go on, cut his throat.

Go on.

- Janie, what's the news?
- Wait, just wait till my endorphins kick in.

- Janie!
- You know, the body's natural morphine.

- Here it comes. Here it comes.
- Oh, God.

Oh! The aerobic rush. Now ask me.

What's the big news?

Have you ever seen so many zeros
outside of the national debt?

Janie!

I never thought that a barge
was worth this much?

Oh, not a barge. It's a river condominium.

And I had no idea they were worth that much
until mine finally sank.

Oh! Is this not a total groove!

You've got Charles back,
and I have all those lovely round zeros.

Our lives have worked out!

Thank you, Drop Dead Fred.

Oh, don't waste your breath.
I'm phasing him out.

- Really? Mmm.
- Yeah.

- What's for dinner?
- Your favorite.

Beef Wellington, how nice.

To us.

To us.

For you, my love.

What the hell is that?

Mud pie.

Is that supposed to be a joke?

Fred!

It's either him or me, Elizabeth.

It's you. It's you. I swear, Fred is gone.

You know what? I'll make...
I'll make a dinner salad.

- Forget it. Lizzie!
- Oh, I'll make a lovely salad.

Please. Please. It'll
be the most romantic...

Wonderful, romantic... Romantic salad.

- A romantic dinner salad.
- Yeah.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Here I go. I'm making it.

Oh, it's going to be so good.

And, honey, if you just leave those pants,
I'll take them to the dry cleaners tomorrow.

You're... You're never gonna hear
from Fred again, I promise.

Snot Face, he's the wrong man for you.

- I don't want to hear it.
- You're not happy.

Yes, I am.

Well, if you're so happy,
then why am I still here?

- Hmm?
- I can fix that.

Oh, no, don't do that.
No, please don't do that.

Darling...

Of course I still love you, Annabella.

Hey, I'm your fella, Annabella.

Yeah.

Snot Face, come here.

I don't hear you.

It's important. He's
worse than the megabeast.

That's it.

- That's it. I'm taking the last pill.
- No.

- The goodbye pill.
- Don't do that...

Just look in there. Please.

Annabella...

Annabella, she'll never know.

But... And so what if she does?

No, listen.

Would you listen? I
am in control with Lizzie.

I'm in the driver's seat.

She trusts me.

You've got to leave him.

I don't feel so good.

Leave him.

I can't.

I'm scared to be alone.

Come with me.

- Fred?
- Yeah.

Oh, where are we going?

Use your imagination.

- Fred?
- You'll know what to do.

Fred?

I'm scared.

I don't want to be alone here.

Get in, Lizzie.

I want to take you away, goose.

Don't you love me anymore?

Hi.

Fred.

So what are you going to do about him?

Nice job. Nice job.

Couldn't have done better myself.

Come on. This way.

Ow!

Oh, we need a tree.

You're good at this.

Let's go.

Just where
do you think you're going?

Just forget her. Just say the magic words.

I'm not afraid of you.

You can't go in there.

I'm not afraid of you!

Finally, the magic words!

We don't have to be afraid anymore.

You have to go now.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Let's go.

No.

You have to go alone.

But I want you to come back with me.

That's just tough.

You have to go alone.

I can't get back now.

Look, you've got you now.

You don't need me.

Not anymore.

So...

Goodbye.

Just kiss me and say, "Drop Dead Fred."

Now.

Drop Dead Fred.

What do you mean
it's no good for you this way? Annabella...

Wait, wait...

Well, to hell with you, Annabella.

Lizzie.

Is our romantic salad ready?

Yeah.

Bye, Charles.

Oh!

I forgot to give you something.

Yes, Charles. Leave everything to me.
It's Charles.

Charles?

Young lady, you have
a lot of explaining to do.

I know what's best for me.

You have to stop treating me
like I'm your enemy.

Enemy?
Sometimes I wonder with you.

I guess I made the same mistake
a lot of people make.

I had a child to save a marriage.

How can you say that?

Well, you made things worse.
He left because of you.

What a pile of shit.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare walk out on me.

Elizabeth.

Lizzie!

I'll be lonely.

You should get yourself a friend.

Look, you have a lot of options
open to you right now.

Mmm.

I just think, maybe I'd like to be
one of them. Okay?

Okay.

Daddy, daddy, it was his idea.

I wanted to play, Dad, but he bumped me
on the head and said, "Piss off."

Natalie, what did you do?

Natalie Bunce, where are you?

Come back in here this minute
and get cleaned up.

Natalie, what happened here?

It's chocolate and it's yummy. Want some?

No, I don't want any.

She made a terrible mess in the kitchen

and expects me to believe
that some pretend friend did it.

He's not pretend.

He's Drop Dead Fred.

What did you say?

She said I'm not pretend.
What are you, deaf?

Natalie, now, come on.
Now, listen. What really happened?

I told you. Don't you believe me?

I believe you.

Next time you see Drop Dead Fred,
you send him my love.

Mr. Bunce.

Look out. It's the witch.

Come on. Quick, quick.

This is it, Mr. Bunce.

I'm afraid you're going to have to
find yourself a new baby-sitter.

She's just too much.

Okay. Now.

Help! Help!

We did it. I told you it would work.
Look, it's brilliant.

Help! Help! Help!

Well done.