Where the Heart Is (1990)

[bunniefuu]

All right! Way to go!

Armed. Clear.

? We shall overcome ?

What do you want

me to do?

Get those pickets out!

I've got a job to do.

- What?

- To hell with it!

I just got off

the phone with Jack.

He said there's a

possibility of picketers...

picketing.

Did he?

? Oh, deep

in our heart ?

- Did we get it?

- Hang on a minute.

- Yes!

- Yes, we got it!

We got it!

It's absurd.

A monstrosity like that

by a third-rate architect.

How was I to know

the New York Times...

would declare him a genius?

They're turning this town

into a tomb, Harry...

making every rat-infested

ruin into a monument.

Yeah, keep the city safe

for the c*ck.

- That's great! Terrific!

- Please, go away.

Okay. One more time

for the camera.

Okay, kids?

Great, great.

Is there any way

to build around it?

Sure! The tallest

building in Brooklyn...

with a little pimple on its bottom.

Great idea.

Good thinking.

We saved the Dutch house!

We saved the Dutch house!

That's my daughter.

Daphne?

Daphne! Honey!

You know I

was understanding...

when you stood up for the

whales and the rain forests.

How could you betray

your own dad...

for this broken-down Dutch toilet?

I'm not with them.

Mom sent me to tell

you not to be late.

Oh, yeah.

It's just like something

you would do.

Right!

We saved the Dutch house!

May I?

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

What financial effect will

this preservation order...

have on your development?

-Not now.

-We don't have any comment at this time.

Dad, let me take the limo.

I'll send it right back.

That's out of the question, honey.

It's raining. You want to ruin...

the most important night

of my life?

It's my fault it's raining?

I made you late?

Thanks, Dad.

I saw you on TV.

Sorry. Come on,Jose.

Jimmy, we're waiting, all right?

Coming!

Jimmy?

The bike.

Sorry, Dad.

Acid rain is m*rder

on the chrome.

- Ah.

- Saw you on TV.

A victory for the committee...

to save the city.

Hey, who

stopped the music?

I did. Your dad,

the laughingstock...

of New York City.

I stopped the music...

forever!

You're late, darling.

- Are you ready?

- No, not quite.

Oooh. Well then...

how --

How can I be late?

Whoa!

Come on.

Come on.

Well done, Lionel.

Oh, you're here!

Don't worry about

the limo, Chloe.

- We managed to find a cab.

- Good.

Your seats

are down there.

Good show, Lionel.

Good color, texture.

- Thanks.

- That's my son.

- Hi,John.

- Did you catch Lionel's show?

It was wonderful.

How you doing?

We're in time

for our baby.

For my degree work,

I've made a film.

I've developed a technique based

on 18th century trompe l'oeil...

which involves painting

on the human body...

mostly my own,

and my sister Daphne's...

whom I would like to thank.

Okay.

Go! Start it!

''The body is an

infinite landscape...

painted by the soul.''

Baudelaire.

Wow.

Your sister's even more --

You know...

than I imagined.

It's art, darling.

You look. You don't

have to understand it.

''People, paint, illusions.''

Chloe McBain.

Education, I'm all for.

God knows I've

paid enough for it.

All she's got to show for it

is a pornographic film.

At least she's normal.

- You call that normal?

- She's not a...

you know...

like my boy Lionel.

Three white wines, please.

- You paid for his education, right?

- Right.

Put him on the streets.

That'll shape him up.

He won't leave.

He's got it too good at home.

Half these parents...

are the victims of the

''won't leave home'' syndrome.

- How the hell can you get them out?

- How?

- Uh-huh.

- With cunning and surprise.

You harden your heart.

Oh, God. He hated it.

- They all hated it.

- Not all.

Some of them were just bored.

Come on, I'm just kidding.

They loved it.

Congratulations.

Oh... you were great.

The most amazing man has

offered me a contract...

to produce my own collection.

Can you believe it?

That's great.

How much is he paying you?

Well, it doesn't

work like that, Jimmy.

They're giving me a

huge cut of the profits.

Lionel, great show.

Chloe, amazing.

What can I say?

- Roll over Picasso.

- Picasso?

You never looked at a painting

before you met Chloe.

- Chloe's work has opened my eyes.

- Flies!

Aesthetically provocative...

and stunningly sexy.

Well now, how would you like...

to create a calendar

for a client of mine?

An insurance company.

- For money?

- Quite a substantial amount.

It's flattering...

but I want to be a

serious artist. Thanks.

The most serious artists

in New York...

work in advertising.

I'd say it's the only...

true art of our time.

Think about it, Chloe.

Girls, you have

the world at your feet.

Try not to trip over it.

Dad, we're crossing

the Brooklyn Bridge.

Crossing the river?

Leaving Manhattan?

- Hey,Jose, wrong way.

- No, it's the right way.

I'm putting you kids...

on the straight and narrow.

Do you love it?

Ugly is ''in'' this year.

Everybody just loves it.

- Yeah, it's poetic.

- Uh-huh.

Like a flower stopping a tank.

I'm glad you like it...

'cause I'm giving it to you kids.

What?

I guess we could fix it up

with the right decorator.

Dad, I don't think we're

ready to live on our own.

Think of it as a survival test.

It'll be fun.

You mean, it's only a game?

It's a game, exactly...

but with very strict rules, son.

No designers.

You'll do that yourselves.

I'll give you money.

I'll give you, say, $7 50 each.

And the game will start...

right now.

- Right now?

- Uh-huh.

What do we do once

we've used up the $7 50?

I guess you'll have

to use your wits.

Think of ways to make money.

I suppose...

getting a job would be cheating?

No, no.Jobs are good.

Jobs are allowed.

It doesn't sound like a game.

It sounds like real life.

It's an adventure.

You'll have your own place...

- do whatever you want.

- Wait.

Play that music

as loud as you like!

It'll be great, just great.

You can't spoil us,

then stop when it suits you.

Mom?

You're being

unreasonable, Stewart!

They can't move in right away.

That house is a ruin!

Come on, children. Let's go home.

Get in the car, Jean.

I will not abandon my children.

Just get in the car.

Home, Jose.

I have no interest

in playing this game!

- Someday you kids will thank me.

- I will not!

Come on, Jose, come on!

I covered for you.

Mom, who's gonna curl your hair?

Listen to what

I'm saying, Hamilton.

Stewart has made demolition an art.

Trust this guy.

Give him a little time.

He's more stable than

people give him credit for.

My company has destroyed

more buildings than World w*r II.

I have the capacity

to flatten Manhattan.

Your expertise is not at issue.

If you can't develop this site...

you're stuck with

an enormous loan.

The meter is running

on the interest.

What you're really saying...

is your bank is stuck

with me, right?

Oh, boy.

Well, the way I feel...

I'd like to tear this place apart...

with my bare hands!

Why don't we bulldoze it?

Pay the fine? Take the heat?

Let's do it!

Then what?

They'd withdraw our building

permits for the tower.

You've got squatters.

They're all mine.

Chloe, there are three dirty

old men staring in at us...

and one of them

is our father.

Act like we're having

a great time.

It'll drive him crazy!

Fun, fun, fun.

Can you believe that boy

dropped out of Harvard...

not out of a tree?

I'll report him to

the bureau of child welfare...

then maybe Mother

would leave him.

He'd be left

a lonely old man.

Serve him right.

He's gone.

Did you see the look

on his face?

We should do something he'll

never forgive himself for.

He'll make us sweat, then

we'll be back at the house...

- same as ever.

- But just a little more humble.

- I'll never eat humble pie.

- It's Mother!

- What did I say, huh?

-She's come for us.

They kick us out, and they're

still swarming all over us.

He really means it this time.

I think we've

been outmaneuvered.

I almost wept when

I saw your empty rooms.

We wept when we saw

the empty rooms here.

I thought you said you

couldn't wait to move out.

You didn't believe us, did you?

It was just to scare you.

Chloe!

This is my pile.

You organize your own pile.

Daphne, it's only a pile.

Maybe, but it's

the only pile I have.

That pile...

is my past.

At least you still have

your toys, Jimmy.

This is not a toy.

This is my future.

This is the future

of the world.

Remember, Chloe...

you copied this during

your semester in Paris.

How can you...

remind me of Paris

when we're stuck in Brooklyn?

You managed there,

you'll manage here.

Daphne, don't be

such a baby!

I'm not crying for myself,

but for all the people...

who've done this for us

all of our lives:

Mary and Mrs.Jose...

even Mom once or twice.

Hey, we've got a live one!

Aaah!

Sh--!

Yee-ha!

I was so happy studying...

psychology and human resources.

All I wanted was

to become trained...

so I could

help the homeless.

How can I

study this crap...

when I desperately

need help myself?

Dad told you, if you

want to help homeless...

go into the

construction business.

It's warm.

- No, no, all mine.

- Get off.

- Boarders!

- Boarders?

Oh, wow!

No.

I guess I'll have

to prost*tute myself.

- Keep that as a last resort.

- My art, not my body.

I'll have to do that stupid calendar.

You make me feel so ashamed, Chloe.

You want to rent rooms,

or what?

I guess I could go out

there and do something.

Don't say it.

I'm going. It's me.

It's on the bicycle.

Find job. Out door.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Take mine.

I don't want it.

Thank you.

Sorry!

Great.

That's a lot of paint, lady.

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

It sure is.

You blew the last

of our money!

I can't paint

without paints.

I don't get paid until

I deliver the calendar...

which is 12 large

paintings away.

We're out of money, and no

one in their right mind...

is gonna rent a room

in this rat hole!

Here's what

we have to do.

We each talk a friend

into boarding with us.

- Right.

- Right now.

American Demolition?

I'll look into that.

No, the timing's right.

The stock is down after

that Dutch house disaster.

One of our clients is trying

to raid your father's company.

-We want you to rent a room in the house.

-That slum?

You said your stepmother

wanted you out.

I was thinking about a penthouse,

not a flophouse.

But you see, your room

will be next to Chloe's.

I'll take it.

Not you, not at that price.

Let me in!

I want to come home!

I don't like it there!

Mommy?

You've got to be strong, Jean.

That's the only way they'll learn.

Daddy? Daddy?

I just want to come in

for a little while, Daddy.

Coffee?

Daphne?

Honey, no.

This is not right.

- Daphne, Daphne?

- This is not --

Daphne, my baby!

This hurts me worse

than it does you.

If that were true...

you'd be screaming in agony!

You should be

ashamed of yourself.

You should report these people.

They're bad parents!

The neighborhood

should run them out of town.

Look what they've done.

Yes, I belong to this house.

Yes, 7-8-7.

These are my parents!

I live here.

Yes, report them.

How did I let you

charm me into this?

Don't forget

it's a landmark.

Maybe you could

put it on your label...

like a French chateau wine.

Nothing but mud...

ruins.

Who's gonna take me seriously

in a dump like that?

I would.

I would if I didn't

know you so well.

That hat's a Manhattan hat.

I can't wear it over there.

Huh?

Do it. If you're gonna do it, do it.

The suspense is k*lling me.

- I'm waiting for the tide.

- Yeah?

I don't want to wade

through that smelly mud.

You could always

jump off the bridge.

No, I can't.

I'm scared of heights.

If it's for love, don't do it.

The pain's bad,

but only lasts 12, 14 days.

Believe me.

- I'm punishing my father.

- Uh-huh.

You make sure there's someone...

reliable around to fish you out.

Oooh, look at that.

There she goes.

- You're a magician?

- Eh, hmm...

a lifetime of deceit.

Look...

I have to find a friend...

to live in our house.

I wonder, sir...

- would you teach me magic if--

- If what?

I need some better running sounds.

Okay, I'll hold you there for a sec.

Down, down.

Now running and backgrounds.

Running, running.

Bye, little buddy, I got to pee.

Do it!

Whoa!

Ow!

-Jimmy, are you okay?

- No!

You never said we'd have

Bang-f*cking-kok in the hallway.

That's an unprovoked

r*cist slur.

Excuse me, we are from

Bom-f*cking-bay!

This has nothing to do

with Porna and Mya.

Okay, let's zero in

on the rent here.

Anyway, fashion is bad ecology.

It makes us hate

what we are wearing...

and buy things we don't want.

At my age, I need an hour

in the bathroom in the morning!

There's always one of them skinny...

titless mannequins in there...

fluffing up her hair.

Pay your rent,

and you can sh*t all day.

He'll pay, once he's

worked up his magic act.

I'm working on getting him

some engagements right now.

You're so ungrateful.

I've given you 7-and-a-half

percent of my couture business.

A percentage of zip is zilch.

You all agreed that I could

defer my rent for 2 months...

until my collections

are ready.

The only tenant that's come

across here is my friend, Tom.

He doesn't have

to be so smug.

Yes, I do.

We're broke, desperate,

and hopeless.

The f*g and the sh*t

don't pay.

- Don't call him ''the f*g.''

- Or ''the sh*t.''

At least I'm the sh*t.

You're just a sh*t.

You're a slum landlord

harassing his tenants.

When I sell my video game --

I'm Sheryl Corman.

I'm here about

the room for rent.

You better know

right off...

this establishment

only accepts cash...

three months in advance.

We have official

landmark status.

Three months in advance?

What are you talking about?

I don't care.

I'll give you six months

if you like.

The karma here is major.

15 people achieved glossolalia

in this house in 1935.

Glasso-what?

Glossolalia, speaking in tongues.

I'm researching it

for my master's...

''The Paranormal in Religion.''

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Quick.

I'm getting in touch

on so many levels...

it's awesome.

Can you feel those

amazing frequencies?

Every time I touch you,

I can feel it.

Yeah.

I thought you were Chloe.

Sisters.

We're the same,

but different.

Different?

In what way different?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess you'll have to

find out for yourself...

won't you?

This is the real nervous

system of the planet.

My brain is connected to

half the world through this...

just by plugging in

and punching a few keys.

See, we're doing

the same thing.

It's just our equipment

that's different.

Let's just keep it cerebral...

shall we?

Sell...

before the market closes.

We made the most

of Sheryl's rent.

Bills all paid...

and enough left over for

this decadent celebration.

A brief pause on

the road to damnation.

- Broke again, and can't get laid.

- Aww.

If we can just somehow...

stay afloat for a month...

until Chloe and I

finish our projects.

There is a way

out of this nightmare...

- and you know it, Jimmy.

- No.

Sell your soul

to save your sisters.

- Work for Dad? Never.

- Mm-hmm.

No. I'm serious.

- No.

- Yes.

- How's the great dictator?

- Dictating.

It's a letter to

the New York Times.

Can you sneak me in?

We're expecting the

real estate developers...

who are supposed to buy

the Dutch site from us.

He's gonna try to convince

them to build around it.

Thanks.

Turning this city into a museum is --

Jimmy. What brings

you here, son?

Dad, I've been doing

some serious thinking.

I'd like to come back

and work for you.

Oh?

You've suddenly developed

a passion for demolition?

Well, I like bulldozers, Dad...

but I'm still not

in love with them.

What do you have to offer?

I'll computerize the business...

- modernize the place.

- No.

I've got computers

coming out the a*s.

But you don't love them,

you just put up with them.

Did your sisters

put you up to this?

Mmm.

Huh?

Kind of.

I'm sorry, son.

Nice try.

So, was there

something else?

Challenge you to slap.

Slap.

I win, I get a job.

Oh, Jimmy, please.

You've never won yet.

There will come a time.

Yeah, right.

You're getting old.

''Getting old''?

Come on.

I'd say you just made

your first deal.

Let's go.

Whoop, fall.

Toro.

Yeah, toro!

Yeah!

Ol, ol!

You're dying.

You are a dead man.

- Unbelievable!

- You cheated!

I want to switch.

Come on.

No way.

Unbelievable.

- Hello.

- Hello, Daph.

- Hello, Daph.

Don't call me ''Daph.''

You can call me ''Daph,'' Tom.

Jimmy's got this great

new game coming along.

What about Dad?

I fell on my face.

That's terrible!

We don't need Dad.

I've sold Tom a piece of

my video game for cash.

If I can get hooked on it...

there must be a million

like-minded idiots...

dying for the same fix.

Well, let's see how

the market's doing.

It's a much easier

game to play...

and everybody wins.

Well, almost everybody.

All you boys can think about

is playing video games.

The whole world...

is falling apart...

around us.

Station three, clear.

- Arming.

- Arm detonators.

Stewart, news.

- The Dutch house?

- No, better.

Bona fide takeover bid.

A raider...

is offering our stockholders

20% above market price.

That's great.

All I need is a proxy fight.

We've got to consider it...

with so many of your assets

tied up in the Dutch house site.

b*stards.

Wall Street!

Smart-a*s b*stards...

buy up companies...

kick out the professionals

who built them up...

sell off the assets,

and leave them in ruins.

Capitalism's going

in the toilet.

- All clear.

- All clear.

We have to notify

the stockholders.

I'll buy the

stocks back myself.

- You don't have the money!

- I can raise it.

- Firing.

- Firing.

Nobody destroys

what I built up.

Poetry.

Sheer poetry.

I always have these

great urges to destroy things.

- Do you think it's hereditary?

- Hmm.

Is it genetic...

these destructive

impulses?

Hmm.

Why am I January?

Why am I notJune?

Is it because I'm cold and bleak?

That's it, isn't it?

That's why I freeze out

all the boys.

Hmm.

I'm glad I'm not you, Chloe.

I'd bore myself to death.

You're definitelyJanuary, Daphne.

Perfect.

Great.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi.

A bit risque for an insurance

company calendar, isn't it?

It's a risk

I'll have to take.

You can't take out insurance

against failure in art.

I never consider

the possibility...

of failure.

You're stuck, aren't you?

Me, stuck?

I guess I'm stuck.

Lovely.

Mmm.

Wonderful.

- Beautiful.

- I did those today.

They're just roughs, scratches.

I suppose they are.

Suppose they're what?

Roughs, scratches...

but lovely scratches.

Really?

They're just a bit

Joan Collins-y.

Hmm?

What do you mean,

''Joan Collins-y''?

Well --

What do you know

about fashion?

They'd look lovely

on our mother, Lionel.

That's very hurtful...

and not at all helpful.

Why is she so touchy?

I never told you this...

but I thought your

show was so amazing.

You're an original.

You should make things

that you like...

not what you think

other people like.

Don't you think?

Hmm?

I can't think...

when you're

smothering me like this.

Oh, Lionel.

? Ba-da-da

dum-bum ?

? Ba-da-da

dum-bum ?

Whoo-hoo, Shitty!

Wakey-wakey.

Shitty, wake up.

It's 2:00...

and I have a lovely

cup of coffee for you.

Go back to your

own planet!

This one's all used up.

What's to get up for?

You don't see nothing

but empty-brained idiots...

spraying aerosol cans

at their armpits...

punching holes

in the ozone layer.

Looks like I might live

to see the end of the world.

They won't miss us when

we blow ourselves up.

Well, we know all that...

but while we're

waiting for the end...

you have to find a way

to pay your rent.

- Nobody wants my old tricks anymore.

- You have a gift.

Your brother is

the real magician of today...

with that Pandora's box ofhis.

Floppy disks, megabytes...

I.B.M. compatible.

Mine eyes have seen

the true magic of the age.

Don't move.

Remember,you're

adrift in a wild storm.

Great.

Thanks.

I guess it just takes

a little time...

to get used to...

this silence.

I'll never get used to it.

Ah, peace at last.

I don't miss them.

You never really knew them, Stewart.

You were always working.

Oh, really?

What's that you're

working on, huh?

Who's this?

Who's that?

I was there.

- Sweetheart?

- What?

Don't you think we should have

a little peek in on them...

just to see if they're all right?

Jean, you've got to stay away.

They've got to do it on their own.

I'm under enough

pressure as it is.

I cannot stand these silent

accusations of yours.

I can't breathe here.

I can't breathe!

It doesn't matter, Daphne.

At least we have

each other...

which is more than

most people have.

Most people

wouldn't want us.

We almost have each other.

Jimmy almost has Sheryl.

I almost have Chloe.

Dream on, sweetheart.

- Hi?

- Hi.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Distant relative.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I think that your

father was just here.

Jimmy, it's 1 0:30.

I've been up for hours.

Patch into the Reuter feed.

Yeah, okay.

Your father's stock was

going through the roof.

I bought a bunch myself

before the raiders moved in.

It just went up

another point.

Yeah, whoo!

If it's up another point,

then buy, Harry.

What do you think?

Lionel designed it.

Is it right for

the White House?

It's white.

I guess it's right.

I feel so twitchy about

meeting the president.

Just be yourself.

That's the last person

I want to be.

I just don't understand...

why you have to borrow

money from the bank...

to buy back

your own business.

And now you want me to sell my

beautiful house in Connecticut.

Jean, I am not

selling the house.

I'm using it for collateral.

If worse comes to worse...

I will sell the stocks,

pay off the bank loan...

and redeem the deed

to the damn house. Okay?

Bizarre of them

to give you this honor...

just when things are

going so wrong for you.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

This is my money. I earned it.

- I bought this house for you.

- Now you want it back.

You got it.

Well, then, say you love me.

How do you know

you're in love with me?

What is it about me

that you like?

Come to think

of it...

I don't like

anything about you.

I'm just hopelessly

in love with you.

- That's not right.

- Oh.

Can we try again tomorrow?

Fine with me.

I love when your brush

caresses my body.

Eyes.

Great.

You've disappeared.

Help.

Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen, the

president will be here shortly.

When you shake his hand

for the press photos...

grasp it lightly.

The president has

a touch of tennis elbow.

I'm gonna remind him that

we've gotta stay dynamic...

or we're dead.

Tear down the old

and build up the new...

just like we always have.

I might be the guy

to tell him that.

You think he saw that letter

of mine in The Times?

Just say, ''Mr. President,

this is a great honor.''

He'll probably ask you how

you got started in demolition.

''I started by blowing up bridges

in Korea, Mr. President...

and I just couldn't

shake the habit.''

That always gets a laugh...

and you wouldn't be lying.

What would you say?

- If I were receiving an award?

- Yeah.

''I richly deserve this,

Mr. President.

''For 25 years, I've tried

to keep things together...

''while he destroyed

everything around him.

''And finding out that after

the children were gone...

we had absolutely nothing

to say to each other.''

Jean, sweetheart.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the President of

the United States of America.

New York's finest

were honored yesterday...

at a White House ceremony

for captains of industry.

Among them was

Stewart McBain.

How could Dad

wear that tie?

- That dress is so --

- Don't.

- Dad, tell him!

- Every dog has his day.

I'm an anarchist.

I refuse to look at politicians.

Your mother

looks so proud...

and your father must be

completely out ofhis...

skull.

Stewart's brownstone,

value $3 million.

Connecticut house,

a million and a half.

Plus his 29%...

of American Demolition.

Plus, plus, plus.

Plus, plus.

I'm just counseling you

not to buy back your stock...

not while you're so upset.

The stock is

undervalued, Hamilton.

The property...

is the reason the prick

is trying to steal it from me.

Who knows what's going to

happen to property values?

You've got collateral

coming out your a*s.

The computer doesn't

like the deal.

Who's running this bank...

you or those

little green numbers?

Computers.

They're getting out

of hand, Stewart.

Impulses, flashing

around the globe.

We'rejust neurons in

a big neurotic brain.

You're losing your mind, Hamilton.

Ah-ha.

How you doing, as*h*le?

I'm losing my mind?

Why don't you just come here

and sign the approval?

Oh, Jesus...

I can't believe my luck.

''Buy American Demolition.

American Demolition. '

Something, something.

''American Demolition.''

Tom, here.

Buy me 1 ,000

American Demolition.

I think it's going north again.

Yeah, I'll find the money.

American Demolition.

I'm buying!

American Demolition!

Yeah.

Tom, I got

my man on the line.

Stewart's still slugging

it out with the raider.

Damn, is he mega-stubborn.

Tom, the raider's

getting ready to unload.

You better be quick.

Sell American Demolition.

What's the story here?

Let's share the wealth.

Start selling

American Demolition.

Three weeks until Lionel

finishes his collection.

- How long to go on the calendar?

- About the same.

We're not gonna make it

on what we've got.

People can tell

if you don't have money.

They look at you

as if you smell bad.

Hmm.

It's not only

what it can buy.

Just having it is sexy.

I mean, even Tom.

Is he getting to you?

I can raise his rent.

Don't you dare.

If he even suspected it,

he'd be totally unbearable.

Don't you look

just darling?

-So do you.

- Thank you.

Come on.

Hmm.

Hold on a minute.

Don't do anything nasty

while you're wearing that halo.

Yes.

-Ahh.

- Yes.

Ahh.

I'm growing weary over

these chains, Daphne.

Don't lose heart, Shitty.

Get this number down and

we can take it to Vegas.

- Sheryl back?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, don't!

- Yes.

-Ah, ahh.

- Oh,yes.

-Ahh.

- Ahh.

- Coffee, Sheryl?

Yes, oh, yes.

Yes,yes.

Coffee?

Yes, oh, yes.

Sugar?

Is there anybody there?

Who?

People spoke in tongues

in this house.

Can you see if you

can reach one of them?

It's no good.

I just can't get it on.

Oh.

Oh.

Are you taking me

for a ride?

I wouldn't mind.

I thought they were --

They weren't.

They were just

talking in tongues.

Looks good.

Very good.

Tom, would you

padlock my wrists?

I've got to make a call.

- American Demolition still collapsing?

- It's in ruins.

I bailed out at the right time.

Just point the

arrow at her heart.

Olivia...

could you chain me

real tight?

Well, I'm much better

with a whip.

Oh, you little vixen, you.

Will you be okay?

I won't be a moment.

Mother!

Mom?

Chloe.

How dare you hit

my mother!

That's what you do

for hysteria!

This is all I have

left in the world.

I gave everything

else I had...

- to poor Mrs.Jose.

- What?

We've lost everything...

and I can't reach your father.

- He's ruined.

- That's it?

Do you understand this?

Yeah, I do, perfectly.

Then explain it to us.

Well...

it's like this.

A raider bought stock

in your father's company.

He was trying to buy it out,

but your father outbid him...

pushing the stock way up.

When this raider realized

he couldn't take over...

he sold all his stock,

taking a big profit...

as did others...

myself included.

That left your father...

holding a lot of stock

at an inflated price.

Then came an article in

the Wall StreetJournal...

about how this house

was holding up development.

That started

a stampede of selling.

And then...

I guess that's when

the bank stepped in.

They took over your

father's stock...

and all his assets.

And they collected

all the collateral.

My beautiful house

in Connecticut.

1 2 floppy disks...

a life's work.

It's all yours,

Hamilton.

The bank would appreciate it

if you would run the business...

until we liquidate,

or whatever we have to do.

No, no.

I just don't see myself

working for a bank.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Where are you going?

- I'm down...

and I'm going out.

Down and out.

All the chains

have fallen away:

desk chains, job chains.

Free...

I go naked

into the world.

Please, don't go!

I'm going now.

I'm leaving you all

everything:

the debts, the doubts,

the despair.

Oh, my dear.

If I didn't screw you...

believe me, I meant to.

Don't leave me.

Your loyalty was an accusation.

Blame someone else.

As for the rest of you...

take care of yourselves.

I won't be able

to do that anymore.

Farewell.

Good luck to you.

God bless you.

What are you

all staring at?

Get back to work!

He walked out.

Okay, I'm head of the family.

I'll think of something.

- I can't think of anything.

- I'll help out.

We'll manage without you.

You betrayed the family!

I hope I never

see you again.

You wait.

You'll come crawling.

I don't think so.

I might, Tom.

What are you talking about?

We're broke.

Only the rich can

afford principles.

This is so unfair.

I was just moving

money around.

Well, I guess...

you'll all have to

look for jobs now.

- Where's the key?

- I swallowed it.

Swallowed the key?

Let's hope it

opens your bowels.

I'm sorry, but without Stewart...

all we can do is fire the employees...

and sell off the assets,

which includes this house.

We refuse to leave.

There's an eviction order

ready to be served.

I am so worried about your father...

walking out like that.

It's his pride.

Humiliation doesn't bother me.

Did he say where he was going?

''Down and out,''

and ''free of his chains.''

That's a quote.

We've gotta find him

and take care of him.

No money. No home.

He's joined the ranks

of the lost and forgotten.

They'll soon know

the whereabouts of a new...

recruit.

Anybody here...

who can give a little advice?

I'm a vagrant now.

- What the --

- Oops.

Starting out, new to it.

I'll talk to anybody.

Hey!

Hey...

what's the matter

with you?

You want a box?

It'll cost you $5.

I'll give you $3.

- $5!

- Hold it.

That's better.

How can he sleep

in a box like this?

Your father always insisted

on a king-size bed.

Mom, look.

He's got hooked up

with Marvin X.

I know his haunts.

He scavenges the dumps,

begs at The Roseland...

and favors a soup kitchen

down on the Lower East Side.

You want to split up?

Yeah, okay.

We'll split up.

Oh, Shitty!

You'll be fine, baby.

You'll be fine.

Hey!

Loosen up, man.

You got culture shock,

that's all.

My life's over.

I can see that now.

I'm on the scrap heap.

I am on the scrap heap.

You done big things.

A lot of great men die young.

They do their thing quick

and get out of here.

No.

That's him.

There he is!

Get the door.

Stewart,

darling!

Stewart --

Wait a minute.

Excuse me.

Hey, it's me.

It's you.

Shitty!

Shall we have a quickie?

Pardon me.

- Thanks, man.

- It's good to see you.

She's saying,

''God needs your dollars.

And he needs

them now.''

You in the back!

Yes, you!

You with the chicken leg

in your hands!

Come forward.

Do what I say!

Come.

Come forward, brother.

Speak your heart out, brother.

Speak from my heart?

Home is where the heart is.

Yes.

I lost my home.

Lost his home.

I lost my family, too.

I'm probably losing my mind.

I'll tell you something, brother.

These chicken feathers,

that's not the answer.

You can't beat...

those chicken-sh*t corporate

raiders with chicken feathers.

He's speaking in tongues!

It's been years.

I've forgotten the steps.

Your head has...

but your heart hasn't.

Oh, Stewart!

There, now, Mr. McBain.

It's the solstice. Full moon.

You must be a Taurus.

I'll take you home now.

No, no, no.

Are you feeling yourself again,

Mr. McBain?

You look better

than you did yesterday...

half dead and babbling.

Speaking in tongues, probably.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

My offspring?

Daddy, look.

Mine?

I've decided

to forgive you.

Look at this.

Come on.

Come on, Dad.

Over here.

All right.

Now, now...

you press here...

and try to stop me from

demolishing your building.

Try to get your man out of

the crumbling building...

while I try to

destroy your exits.

That's the Taj Mahal.

Dad, it's just a game.

I got the idea from you:

demolition.

Here we go.

I thought you'd like it.

Got ya!

Oh, Jesus!

Jesus!

- I'm crushed!

- Stewart!

Try to rest, Stewart.

It's nothing serious.

Just a nervous breakdown.

Everything's

broken down:

the values,

the family...

America, honest labor.

- Everything I've stood for

is broken down, gone!

- Oh, sweetie.

Don't worry about

any of that stuff.

- What?

- Sorry.

There's not a single thing that

any one of you would fight for...

not a single cause.

Well, um...

- there's the bald eagle,

- Yes.

But I wouldn't

fight for it.

- I'm a pacifist.

- There must be something.

I just can't think

of it right now.

I can read you like a book...

and you're still a stranger.

- Yeah?

- McBain?

Shh, my father is sleeping.

Hey!

Writ for eviction

duly served.

Good morning.

Thank you.

I won't budge,

and that's that!

I show my collection

in a week.

We'll all be rich.

Even if we hang in here,

we're still broke.

Maybe the

insurance company...

- will give me an advance

for the calendar.

- I better find Tom.

- We don't need charity

from that traitor!

- Yes, we do!

Shh.

Try to imagine huge blowups

of your calendar...

right here

in the lobby.

You're cutting down

all the forests...

- and planting the trees indoors.

- What?

It's something

my sister says.

By the way...

how's my son, Lionel?

He's making some lovely dresses.

Not wearing them, I hope.

January is earthquakes.

February...

bolt out of the blue

or maybe broken hearts.

April's a flooded room:

Water damage.

And December is, um...

broken windows.

And, um, July could be --

Absolutely brilliant...

is what it is.

They all relate to insurance.

It's the environment.

It's nature. It's us.

I love the clever suggestion

of lurking disaster:

earthquake, fire, flood...

snake bite.

And remember...

you fellas have got

a first on this.

''Acts of God.

Only we insure against them.''

I need an advance

to finish the sequence.

If you could --

I don't see that as being

an insuperable problem.

Do you...

h*m*-san?

The market has crashed.

- How bad is it?

- Let's get out of here.

I'll run down to the floor.

Let's hope it's not

another black Monday.

No, you don't!

I've groveled.

We're broke.

Your own son

is starving!

We've all got

our problems.

You have

a contract.

They've got

to pay you.

Let me go!

You been sniffing something?

Come home. All is forgiven.

We need your money,

and you need us.

The bottom has dropped

out of the market.

I'm wiped out!

I'd slit my wrists

if I could afford a razor...

and you're looking

to borrow money from me?

- What'd you do that for?

- Hysteria.

You did it to my mom.

As the stock market

continues in turmoil...

fights are breaking out

between the dealers.

Is this the end of

capitalism as we know it?

Sheryl,you find it easier...

to talk to paranormals

than to normals...

because real people

aren't real for you.

You can't relate because

you've got no relations.

My God, you've seen

right through me.

You see, I taught her

how to fake it...

but it turns out

she has a genuine gift.

Well, anyway...

as a finale...

I plan to do...

a little

levitation.

I knew it!

Everything is possible

in this house.

It's --

Wait a minute.

Heh-heh-heh.

I don't know

who you are...

but I'm gonna

shave your face.

My parents divorced

when I was nine.

Families confuse me.

I just can't handle relationships.

Think of a wheat field...

swaying in the breeze.

I've never seen you looking...

quite so calm, Stewart.

Beaten, I think is a better word.

Don't say that.

Well...

I couldn't even

make it as a bum.

Why are you smiling?

No feelings of guilt?

No sense of regret?

Shame? Remorse?

You can't provoke me, Jean.

All the anger is gone, too.

What are you going to do?

Whatever I'm told.

You? Do what you're told?

I kicked them out,

they took me in.

I'll do what I'm told!

Porna, Mya, please?

No way, no way!

Gimme a week for the

sake of Allah, or whomever.

Porna, Mya, please?

Please?

The stock market's

crashed again.

- He's out of it.

- He's out of it? What about me?

They wouldn't pay.

What?

How humiliating.

You get out...

of my house,

you Judas b*stard!

Your house?

It's more mine...

with all the useless shares

I have in American Demolition!

You little swine!

You ruined me!

- I tried to save you and it ruined me!

- Save me?

I thought your stock

had hit bottom.

I spent every dollar

to buy it up...

to keep the business

in the family.

Now with the crash,

it's worthless.

I don't understand...

but I'm very touched.

Daphne?

Well?

Come on, snap out of it.

You know I can't hypnotize

to save my life.

Oooh!

I feel great!

Isn't life wonderful?

Yes.

I don't have

to do anything.

Oh, but,

let's do something.

Lionel?

If we all pitched in,

could you get your show ready?

I can sew.

So what? So can I.

- What?

- Sew.

You'd...

do that for me?

We'll sew our hearts out.

Well, um...

how about Chloe's calendar?

We'll all finish that, too.

Why don't we do the whole

show here in the barn?

Can I be a part of this?

I'll pitch in.

Yes!

Gosh, somebody

tell me what to do...

I'll do it.

Tell me what to do

and I'll do it.

I'll do it, by God,

I'll do it!

I'm kinda all tied up here.

Sheryl?

- Right over there.

- All right. I got it.

Get outta here!

...and I clung

to your neck...

and you swam

miles out to sea.

I wasn't afraid

because you were...

the strongest

daddy in the world.

When that wave

came and hit us...

and swept me away from you...

even as I was drowning...

I still trusted you.

When you finally

plucked me out of the sea...

I saw fear on your face.

Then I was afraid.

That's the last of the film.

That's it,

1 1 months out of 1 2.

Just one more and all

that money waiting for us.

At least we finished it.

We know it's beautiful.

Yes, but I want the world to know...

that it's beautiful.

If we could just afford

a venue, a runway...

and models to show it.

So near and yet so far.

You know...

if we all took jobs

for a couple weeks...

we could put that

money together.

Next.

Bulldozers.

Not at your age!

I have a high-expl*sives license...

and a vengeful nature.

- Your experience?

- I'm a buyer.

- What stores have you bought for?

- Most of them:

from them, not for them.

Daphne McBain,

magician's assistant...

fortune telling, E.S.P.

- You read minds?

- Yeah.

Then I don't have to tell

you what vacancies I've got.

No, you don't.

- What is this?

- Eviction.

- This is America. Don't we have rights?

- Not without money.

There's obviously

been a computer error.

Don't blame the computer.

Who the hell do you

think you are?

Gee! A man can't

even ask a question.

- You were very brave.

- Thank you.

I just slipped.

Compulsory 8-count.

This is more

than I can stand.

It's the third house

I've lost in a week.

You have been evicted.

Accept it.

I can accept it.

Wait!

You b*stard!

Ow!

Oh, no, my tarot cards.

It's all right.

My collection is safe.

Anyone got a wrench?

Chloe, what are

we gonna do?

We'll pick up

our things and go.

Stay with a friend.

I wouldn't dream of deserting you

in your hour of need.

She has no friends,

only relations.

Let's load the trailer.

Lionel, couldn't your father help us?

My father was wiped out

by the crash, too.

I can't believe they haven't

repossessed the Porsche.

I'm gonna lean on that

son-of-a-b*tch Hamilton!

He dumped us in the streets!

- He is obligated to take us in.

- Go, brother!

Hamilton...

where do you

think you're going?

Margot's thrown

me out of the house.

Why?

The bank fired me for backing

lunatic schemes like yours.

The computer

identified me as...

ineffective.

Wait a minute.

You better come

with us.

They better give us rooms.

We pay taxes for these shelters.

I pay taxes, sweetheart.

They owe me!

No way am I gonna

set foot there.

Why do you think

every self-respecting...

down-and-out

sleeps in the streets?

He doesn't relish

the idea ofbeing...

knifed and r*ped

in a welfare shelter.

Now, Stewart's

got a box...

but not

the rest of you.

This is a well-established,

down-and-out community.

We will not be overrun...

by some penniless

fly-by-nights.

Rain's not enough?

A tempest now!

Dad, the Dutch house...

is structurally unstable, right?

Yeah. So?

Do you think a storm

like this could --

Knock it down?

- I got it!

- With a little help.

Do you still have the keys

to the expl*sive store?

Oh, Stewey!

Yes, by God! Yes!

Yes!

I loved that house.

You hated it.

Chloe, think of your

beautiful paintings.

They're just backgrounds.

What matters is on film.

- We're gonna pull it off. I feel it.

- That's a damn cop.

No one will notice

the explosions with this thunder.

- Come on.

- Now it comes down to it...

I don't know whether

I have the stomach.

- One last shot, Dad.

- I don't know.

Dad, look at us.

Stewart, it solves everything.

With the house gone,

the site can be sold...

the bank paid off.

I'll be exonerated.

Tom's stock will

be worth something.

- The country house?

- Yes, Jean will get her house back.

Anything coming to me...

I want split between

Harry and the workers.

Mine goes to the family.

- Your family?

- Your family.

Man!

Here goes nothing!

How do you like this storm?

It just blew a house down.

Dad?

That was your masterpiece.

It has to do

with the sadness...

that all things

pass away...

and how Manet

captured on canvas...

one of those fleeting...

perfect...

moments...

in life.

Yeah, I guess it was.

I guess this is, too, huh, Jimmy?

It was.

As soon as you say it...

it isn't.

Well, that completes

my calendar, folks.

Oh.

Can I take

these clothes off?

- Can I put mine on?

- Yes.

You have the most

perfect pair --

- I mean, they're a perfect match!

-Jimmy!

I was kidding.

Just stop.

Is it over?

Nobody ever

tells me anything.

Ahh!Jimmy!

Jimmy, pick on someone --

Pick on me, pal, okay?

Come on, let's go.

Yeah?

Right now.

Oh-oh-oh!

Tom is a genius getting

back the deed for the house.

Chloe, that is lovely!

Debts paid off and

enough cash to get by.

I thought The sh*t was

the greatest con artist.

It's the art of business.

I'm an artist, too.

Oh.

Here you go.

What's the matter, pal?

You slipped?

Daphne!

Come back here!

You come here

this instant!

Come back here!

Son, I'm sorry.

I owe you an apology.

Daphne!

-It's gonna be an ecology zone, isn't it?

-Solar heating.

- No aerosols?

- Organic vegetables.

- All spare cash to the homeless?

- Yeah, okay.

- Promise?

- I promise.

One thing we've learned...

we need a lot

less than we used to.

Can you concentrate?

Concentrate.

This is a mess!

Girls, in 2 hours...

the biggest buyers from

New York will be here.

Can you concentrate?

Daphne...

I just saw the light.

You mean, the answer, the truth?

Just the light falling

in a certain way.

Yes, but what

does it all mean?

Why does the light fall

in a certain way?

What's the point of life?

The point is

moments like this.

This is it?

We're not getting ready

for something?

We're just getting

ready for nothing?

I think it's a rehearsal.

For another life?

For a fashion show.

Dad.

Hmm, Daphne, hmm.

Oh, please let them like it.

This is a remarkable collection.

I'm so impressed.

I'm buying for all my stores.

Walking on air, Olivia.

Hmm, life's just

a game to that kid.

But he takes his games

very seriously.

Perhaps that's

the answer, sweetheart.

Sheryl, I'm crazy about you.

All I can think about is you.

I --

I can't even...

look at another girl.

Jimmy, I'm very

fond of you, too.

I think you're funny,

you're cute...

but you're so immature.

If you could just grow up.

Olivia, I'm crazy about you.

All I think about is you.

I can't look at another girl.

I love you, too, Jimmy.

You do?

Now this boy's

a bit of an as*h*le.

- Reminds me of myself at his age.

- I don't think...

he'll be like you

when he's your age.

I think he'll be really nice.

I'm making an effort in that

direction. Thank you.

You think I'm doing

this for my own ego?

I appreciate your

doing it for me.

Chloe, stop,

I'm doing everything...

- for Daphne.

- Ah, Daphne.

- Chloe.

- Hi.

Is that all there is?

All this work?

That's it?

It's always more fun

to get ready than to arrive.

Too bad Lionel's g*y.

Hmm.

Chloe, um...

I'm not g*y.

I know you're miserable.

No.

I'm not...

that way.

Well, what way are you?

I'm a...

closet heterosexual.

I was afraid nobody

would take me seriously...

in the fashion world

if I were straight.

The fact is,

I'm crazy about you.

Oh!

Oh, God, Lionel.

I'll have to adjust to that...

but I think I'm gonna like it.

- Will you have me?

- Of course, I will.

- Are you sure.

- Sure, I'm sure.

I am so happy!

We'll have to work at it

4, 5 hours a day.

When we're not dancing,

you'll be sewing sequins.

We'll win every over-45's

in the land!

Your mother is...

a beautiful woman.

- I love you.

- Are you sure you're

not making a mistake?

I've made plenty of those...

but this is not one of them.

I'd better grab a chair

before the music stops.

If you need help, Mr. McBain...

I know a very good...

homeopathic psychotherapist.

Do you mind?

Just keeping her warm

for you, baby.

How can I win your heart?

Easy. Promise

not to walk away...

when I'm in the middle

of a sentence.

One, two, three,

one, two, three...

one, two, three,

one, two, three.

Darling, don't do it

by the numbers.

Do it from the heart.

I'll do the best I can.

Nobody can do better than that.

Oh, Stewart.