"Willard!" "You forget anything?" "Oh, uh, the work orders, I left them in my desk in an envelope, I'll" "You don't have to go back, Willard." "I sweat blood to get those accounts, Willard." "You sit on them, we lose 'em." "I know, Mr. Martin." "I know Mr. Martin." "I wanna see these Monday morning at 9:00 a.m." "And I mean 9:00 a.m." "Surprise, boy!" "Happy birthday, boy!" "Happy birthday!" "Happy birthday to you!" "Happy birthday, Willard!" "Oh, 27 years ago, tonight, you were born in pain and suffering you know, they didn't think I would live." "Oh, Willard, give your mother a birthday kiss." "Oh!" "Isn't it nice that all our friends came to your birthday party." " Happy birthday, Willard." " Happy birthday!" "Such a sweet boy." "And he was so surprised!" "That's right, dear." "Here is the cake." "Oh, thank you." "Now, Charlotte made it for your birthday, dear." "No, no." "Oh, no, no Charlotte." "Let Willard do it." "Willard, take off the cover." "Cut it, Willard." "Go on, cut it." "Ooh, where's the knife?" "Yes, there it is." " Ha!" " Here you go." "There, there, cut it." "Oh, oh, make a wish." "Sh-sh-sh." "Is Mr. Martin coming to the party?" "Oh, well I invited him." "Mother, you didn't invite Mr. Martin?" " Oh, of course I did, Willard." " What's the matter with you boy?" "Don't you want your boss to come to the party?" "Might do you some good to socialize with him, Willard." "Let bygones be bygones." "That way your boss will get to know you better, dear." "She's right, Willard." "Willard is basically an extrovert." "Except it's all inside." "That's right, dear." "You're executive material, Willard." "Please, no, this is my party, let's" "Not easy to find a dedicated young man these days, is it, Charlotte?" "She's right, and it's time you became more aggressive, dear." "If you're gonna make it in this world, you gotta learn to get tough." "Tough, tough." "Don't forget your style." "Willard, a man's gotta speak up for himself in this world." "Gotta be vice president." "That's the least Martin can do, after what he did to your father." "Here's to the vice president." "I can tell you this, if Willard had been older," "Martin would never have been able to take over the business." "Never!" "Martin take over the business?" "He stole it!" "Willard, if you'd just been a little tougher" "Well, how could I?" "Willard, you don't want to be a cashier, all your life." " Willard!" " Willard!" " Now, Henrietta, calm down." " Oh." " It's all right." "All right." " I'm off to bed." "Happy birthday." "Willard?" "Willard?" "Willard?" "I know you're there, Willard!" "You offended our guests, Willard." "I'm sorry, mother." "They're your friends, you know?" "They're only trying to help me." "And you too." "And they're right about Martin, you know?" "We must keep him as a friend." "And, Martin should make you a vice president" "Oh." "Willard Stiles, vice president." "Willard." "You don't talk to me anymore." "Well, I try, Mother." "Oh, Willard." "Sometimes I just don't understand you." "Well, the whole house is falling apart." "All the shingles on the roof are falling off, the TV doesn't work, oh, oh, and the faucets in the kitchen are starting to leak again." "Yesterday, I saw, saw a rat in the yard." "Why, you're letting everything go?" "Well, I'll put some washers in tomorrow." "Oh, yes, and Willard?" "Uh, the laundry faucets, they need, need new washers too, you know?" "All right, all right." "Sometimes I think you're trying to, kill your mother." "Good night, Mother" "Have a good breakfast." "Willard?" "Willard!" "Did you do anything about those rats?" "What?" "Oh, I will." "When, Willard?" "I'll get to it." "Uh, their nests are out by the rock garden there." "Perhaps we should call an exterminator?" "Exterminators cost money." "You can kill them with a stick!" "No!" "And I never find them all." "When are you going to talk to Martin about your job?" "I thought I told you I wanted to talk to you this morning at 9:00 a.m." "Oh, I was just on my way to your office, Mr. Martin." "It's 9:40 a.m." "What's the matter?" "Well, I had a lot to do at home this morning, and I missed my bus." "Oh, you missed the bus?" "Oh, well, do come in Mr. Stiles." "Don't you get your hair cut?" "Well, come on, come on." "Where are those invoices, boy?" "Oh, uh, I got most of them done," "I'll, I'll get the rest, uh, this morning." "There are two departments in the company that have to work right." "One of them is sales, and one of them is manufacturing." "Now, you get a bottle neck in the middle, and orders don't get processed, or orders don't go out, and everything comes to a screeching halt." "And I lose my shirt." "Now, do you want me to lose my shirt, Willard?" "I'm gonna tell you, for the last time!" "Clean up your back log of work!" "All of it!" "You hold up my sales department, or even my shipping department, one more time," " Mr. Martin" " Shut up, Willard!" "I don't buy that bit about you being overworked." "I'm gonna do you a favor, at my own expense," "I've brought in a temporary girl, to help you clear up your desk." "Now, I want, and I am going to have a system around here, and if I don't get it..." "Promise or no promise to your mother," "I'm gonna throw you out of here." "Now get moving!" "Do they always give you that much work to do?" "You can call me Joan, Mr. Stiles." "Willard?" " Did you do it?" " Do what?" "Oh, Willard, you're driving me out of my mind." "Want a little something to nibble on?" "I want you to come here!" "Did you kill the rats?" "Yes!" "I did it, I did it." "They were, uh, swimming around and around." "And I didn't think they were gonna drown, you know, so I got a stick, it was your idea." "And I came up on them and I just, you know," " Ka-bam!" "Like, like that." " Don't!" "Don't, please don't." "I, I don't want to hear about it." "Jackson." "Stanley." "Margolis." "Bannister." "Kramer." "Yant." "That's all the additions to the list so far." "Well, the list seems to check out." "Listen, if we don't stop this, we're not gonna get these work orders done." " I know." " You got my invitation, Willard?" "Yes." "This way you'll save a stamp." "Make a hit with the boss." "I'm coming." "Thanks, Willard." "It seems to me that Martin should've invited you to his party." "Well, I'm not a customer." "For a salesman." "But after all, your family founded the company, didn't they?" "Yes, but that's the past and this isn't the past." "I'm glad I'm just a temporary." "Oh, hello, darling." "Your mother called me." "She didn't feel well, she had a very bad spell this afternoon." "But I told her I'd stay here until you got home." "Now, don't, don't worry." "I, I made her a little custard," " would you like some?" " No." "I don't mind taking care of both of you." "No." "Oh." "Mother, why did you call Charlotte, instead of me?" "Well, you can't leave your work every time I call." "And, we have to have someone here to help." "I'm afraid, I'm going to be a lot of trouble to you, Willard." "I'll manage, don't you worry." "The only evidence of my struggle with the world is you." "I'm sorry to have been such a disappointment." "You've always been a good boy, Willard." "It's just that I'm alone here, most of the time, and I worry so." "What you need is a wife." "Who'll keep after you, all the time." "Who, who would help you in business." "Oh, and did you fix the shingles on the porch?" "Yes." "I'm so..." "Sick of lying here without my TV." "I'll fix it tomorrow." "You're not in trouble with a girl, are you?" "Oh, I brought this for your mother, it'll give her strength." "I heard you two talking, how is she, Willard?" "She's asleep." "Oh." "Well, I, I can put it in the refrigerator, and you can give it to her later, and I'll be off." "But, you remember now, you call me if you need me." "Lesson time, Queenie." "C'mon." "C'mon, Queenie." "Hi." "Hi babe." "Hi." "Come on, it's lesson time." "I know what the trouble is, Queenie." "You don't know what speech is." "You know I make noises, and I know you make noises, but I can't make any sense out of your noises, and you can't make any sense out of mine." "So, I'm gonna try to teach you a new word." "Food." "Food." "Food." "That's right, that's food." "Empty." "That's right." "That's empty." "You're learning." "Is he mine?" "Thank you." "I'll call you..." "Socrates." "Do you like that?" "Willard?" "Willard?" "Willard?" "Willard!" "Willard?" "Willard?" "Willard?" "Oh!" "I've been calling and calling." "Oh, I was in the back, I didn't hear you." "What do you do there?" "Just sit." "You can't just sit out back for an hour doing nothing!" "Yes, I can." "I like it." "It isn't good for you to sit out there alone and brood so much!" "What do you think about, huh?" "Oh, the pilot light is out on the heater, again." "I'll fix it." "Willard!" "What's that in your pocket?" "There's something in your pocket!" "No, you're imagining things." "No, I'm not." "Turn around, I want to see." "There's nothing to see." "Hi, troops." "Hi." "Hi." "Hi, team." "Oh." "Oops." "Okay." "Everybody!" "Ella, here for..." "Nashua-ashua." "King of the station of Pitchburg Road." "There you go." "Okay." "In the box." "That, that's right, Socrates." "Boy, you're smart!" "Who are you?" "Hi." "What are you doing here?" "You're bright." "Yeah!" "I'm gonna call you, uh..." "Um..." "Ben." "Ben?" "Glad you're not like some people." "Mr. Martin wants to see you now." "Come in, come in." "Close the door." "Oh, I'm sorry, Brandt said you wanted to see the Casey file." "Uh, sit down, sit down." "Sit down." "You caught me in closet with ol' Rickles, huh?" "C'mon, boy, loosen up." "I was just doing the old broad a favor!" "Willard?" "Are you happy here?" "Well, I might be if I made some money." "You're not trying, Willard." "You're not trying at all!" "Hey." "Hey." "Are you putting the squeeze on-- on me?" "This is one for the books!" "Mr. Martin, uh, now, I haven't had a raise since my father died, and I work weekends, and I work nights" " and" " What do you want from me?" "You need money?" "Sell the house." "We can't sell it." "Of course you can." "And I'm prepared to make you an offer." "That house is much too big for you." "Oh, for me too, for that matter." "But I can afford it." "Now, you haven't got a father, and..." "What do you say?" "You sell the house, you won't have to worry about a raise." "Mr. Martin, with the, with the hours that I put in here, I," " I think that there's" " Yeah, no wonder." "Takes you three times longer than it should." "Well I, deserve a raise!" "Be glad you still got a job!" "Okay, forget it." "You send out those invitations to my anniversary on time?" " Yes." " When?" "Couple weeks ago, I think." "You think?" "You think?" "What do you mean, "you think"?" "Half of my customers haven't even answered!" "Look in your desk, I bet they're still in there." "Look, it's tonight you know?" "Or doesn't that interest you?" "You know something, Willard?" "You're a real pain in the tail." "I carried your father on my back, for years!" "And now I'm carrying you!" "Go on, crawl outta here!" "Willard?" "Four thousand dollars, and he thought he was gonna take me!" "Go right in." "Oh, hi." "Go in and have a drink, enjoy yourself." "Food!" "Food!" "Food!" "Rats!" "Whoa, what, what's the matter?" "Rats?" "Please!" "What are you doing?" "Rats all over the place." "Rats?" "Over there!" "Watch your head!" "Over there, look out." "Happy anniversary." "Must've been 200 of them." "And, you should've seen the boss dodging the rats." "And you should've seen this hero, up on a chair, squealing like a fag." "I, I hope you're insured for the damage, Mr. Martin." "Hello?" "Yes?" "It's somebody from Willard's house." "No!" "I think you better take it." "Hello?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right." "Willard, uh, let me have those clearance papers." "Our three shipments didn't clear customs, I made a note." "Yeah, okay." "Look, you better go on home, your mother's sick." "Well, go on, go on home." "Who called?" "Well, how do I know?" "Some Charlotte or somebody." "Go on." "Beat it." "What's wrong with my mother?" "Has the doctor been here yet?" "Where's my mother?" "They took her away." "Where?" "What hospital?" "She died this morning, Willard, at 9:42, in my arms." "The last thing she said was to take care of you." "What right do you have to move my mother without my permission?" "Well, I tried to get you." "The office, didn't Mr. Martin tell ya?" "They said you'd gone to the customs house, and I called you over there, but they couldn't reach you." "Where is she?" "Your mother's in heaven dear." "And Mr. Farley has the body." "She's out of her misery, poor thing." "Oh, how she loved you, Willard." "Your mother asked me to take care of you." " Oh, how she loved you, Willard." " I know my mother loved me, you don't have to keep telling me that." "Well, well, I have to call" "Mr. Farley later about the arrangements, flowers can come from the Stewarts and we can call Reverend Pascal, he can help." "Willard, you don't know how much there is to do." "You're, you're upset." "And nervous, of course you are." "You and your mother were so close." "After this is over, you should take a week off." "Take a rest." "That's what you need, Willard, a rest." "And a chance to decide, what you're gonna do with your life now that your mother's gone." "Get out!" "Just, just, just get out." "You, you leave me alone." "I'll take care of my mother, you, get out." "Get out!" "You just get out!" "C'mon, we have a lot to do." "Oh, Willard!" "I don't want to seem precipitous, Willard, but, there are a few things about your mother's estate you should know right away." "Your mother left everything to you." "The house, the clothes, everything." "Oh, what about money?" "Did she leave any money?" "Well, your mother was living on a small annuity, unfortunately it died with her." "You mean she left me nothing?" "Not much, just the equity on the house." "Well, you could sell it, pay off the mortgage." "Buy yourself a small house, somewhere else." "Have something left over for the future." "Mortgage?" " Mortgage?" " Yes, Willard." "It's heavily mortgaged." "You mean my mother didn't leave me any money?" "Just this." "It's a check for $1,500." "It's an insurance check." "I took the liberty of getting it," "I thought you might need it to take care of your moving." "Well, I, I won't be moving Mr. Carlson," "I'm not going to sell the house." "Thank, thank you for the check." "Here, let me help you with that." "Aw, thank you, Mr. Martin," " it's very kind." " Thank you." "Well, he should be home by now." "We brought a little food, dear." "Poor boy." "Willard" "You poor dear." "Tough luck, Willard." "Thank you." "You need any help with your financial problems, you just call old dad, we'll talk, huh?" "I will." " Hey." " Excuse me." "Now that's a real beauty, boy." "Yes, sir." "Yeah." "Moons and everything." "I always wanted to take one of these apart." "Now, you two boys, come on in and have something to eat." "Food!" "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, sir." "Don't you forget..." "That's great." "Mmmm." "Anybody want a sandwich?" "Sandwich, sandwich." "Alright, pick them up." "Anybody got a fork?" "That's it." "Will you open this for me?" "Oh, yeah." "I like pickles..." "Pickle, pickle, pickle." "Come on, Willard." "Just like a picnic." "Big day, today." "We're moving to the cellar." "Hi, Ben." "Hi." "Well, you sure get into places, don't ya?" "Look!" "Look who's here." "There's uh, food, and water." "Willard." "Willard?" "Willard?" "Ben?" "Socrates, you wait here." "Wh" "Now, now, now, now Willard." "I, I, I know you're upset, Willard, but your mother died in my arms and I made a promise to her that I'd take care of you." "And I want to keep that promise, Willard" "Where's you get those keys?" "I found them in your room upstairs, dear." "Now, this house is no place for a young man to be living alone." "I've been talking to Mr. Farley" "I want them." " What?" " Give me the keys." " You mother gave me these keys!" " Give me those keys!" "Willard!" "If you shout at me" "I'll never set foot in this house again!" "You are not my mother and I don't want you to come here, anymore." "And I don't want your advice about the house and I can take care of myself." "Now, give me the keys!" "Get back!" "Come on, now, get back!" "Ben, now stop it!" "I want you to stay here in the cellar where you belong!" "Now stop it!" "Ben, now stop it" "C'mon!" "Get back!" "Hmm?" "Oh, well if you have to go... do it in the ashtray, if you don't mind?" "If you don't mind." "Ben!" "You're supposed to be in the cellar." "Look, I can't have you all up here." "I don't know how you guy's get around." "You know, Socrates, I made a decision." "You know how lonely I get for you at the office, when I have to work late?" "Well, you know what I'm gonna do?" "I'm gonna take you to the office with me tomorrow." "It's Saturday and nobody will be there in the afternoon." "Hey, do you wanna take Ben?" "Huh?" "Okay, Ben, you can come too." "Hey, I'm gonna have a big surprise tomorrow." "Okay?" "A big surprise." "Now, you boys, can stay in here today." "Nobody comes in here, but me." "And I want you to be good." "And don't worry, and have fun," "and don't be nervous, be careful." "Okay?" "And I'll come back and get you before I leave." "Okay?" "Bye." " Have a nice weekend, Willard." " Thanks." "I have a new car." "A new car?" "Well, it's almost new." "It's, uh, it's beautiful." "Saw you coming in this morning." "I'd take you home, but I have to stay here this afternoon." "But, it's Saturday." "Good luck." "Willard?" "Finished with your work?" "Well, I have a surprise for you in your car." "In my car?" "Okay, now close your eyes." "C'mon." "C'mon." "All right." "Now look in the back seat." "Aw, her name's Chloe." "She's a present for you." "I, I couldn't bare thinking of you all alone, Willard, and..." "Well, cats are really very good company." "Especially girl cats, and..." "Well, I saw her in the pet shop down the street when I was having lunch today." "Well, I couldn't resist getting her or you." "Have you ever had a cat before?" "No." "Um..." "Why don't we drop her off by your house," "I, I'd love to see it." "Ahh..." "Well, we could go by there?" "But, uh, I can't ask you in, we've-- too messy." "All right." "Ah!" "I just love old houses." "This is where I live." "What is it, Willard?" "What's the matter?" "They're gonna sell our house for taxes." "Oh, that's a shame." "Joan, do you mind if I take you right home?" "What are you gonna do, Willard?" " About what?" " Well, about your house." "I don't know." "I don't have $2,500." "You just have to think of someway to get it." "Oh, I wish I could give it to you, Willard, I" "I mean you deserve that." "Be good, Chloe." "Take care of Chloe!" "Oh, I'll take care of her, all right." "Do you mind holding this just for a minute for me?" "Thank you." "Each time I come down here, there's more of ya." "Now, now look!" "Get this straight!" "Stop it!" "Now, I am the boss here." "Want you to stop it!" "I can't afford it." "Look, nothing!" "The mortgage is driving me nuts." "And you're driving me nuts!" "Worse than a bunch of rabbits!" "Dinner!" "C'mon." "May be the last one." "C'mon." "C'mon." "Dinner." "C'mon, eat." "All right." "Wait here till I get back." "Willard." "You came to apologize," "I knew you would, you're your mother's boy." "Is that the car you bought with the money she left you?" " Yes." " Nice." "Oh." "I, I need some money for taxes." "Uh, I came home and found a, a notice for tax sale on the door." "And, if I don't pay it, they're gonna take the house away from me." "And, and I was wondering if you could help me?" "Farley's Mortuary." "Mr. Farley speaking." "Yes, ma'am." "Just a moment please." "B-A-R-R-Y." "And the address, please?" "Yes, ma'am." "Somebody will be over there, within an hour." "No office hours in this business, Willard." "You have to be here when they want you, or they take their business somewhere else." "Now, what were you saying?" "I thought maybe you could lend me the money so I could pay my taxes and then you'd let me pay you back." "Willard, what you're saying makes no sense at all." "There's no reason why you should get deeper and deeper into debt." "Now, you just sit down there, and listen to me." "You'd better sell the house, Willard, it's the only thing that makes sense." "You're not gonna lend me the money, Mr. Farley?" "It's $2,500." "Well, my boy..." "If I thought it would help you, I'd do so, but, no, I can't do that." "You think about selling the house." "Now, think about it, Willard." "Now, you'll have to excuse me because I have someone in the back to take care of, and then I... have to, make a pick up." "Did you have any luck?" " Luck with what?" " Well, with the money?" "Oh, Willard, I wish I had some money to give you." "Why, I couldn't take money from you Joan, that wouldn't be fair." "I'll think of something." "Walt, I promise you, it will be delivered." "But, you gotta remember, those little pictures back there, for me." "Alice, Mr. Spencer's going to Europe tomorrow afternoon, the lucky stiff." "And listen, he needs some cashier's checks and some cash." "Now, draw up a check for $8,000, take it down to the bank." " Yes, Mr. Martin." " And here is Mr. Spencer's personal check put that in the firms account" "Right, but the bank will be closed before I can get there." "Well, call them, they stay open for me." "Get me half in cashier's checks and the balance in cash, $100 bills." "Isn't that a hell of a lotta cash to be carrying around?" "Stick it in my money belt." "I always like to have some real cash available." "For a little wheeling and dealing in that black market, huh?" "Hey, I'd like to get a black market on those pictures." "Can you, can you imagine having $8,000 to spend on a vacation?" "Hey, we could really ball it up with that kind of a bank roll, huh, Willard?" "Oh!" "Ah, you got my rolodex, give me Spencer's address." " Spencer." " Wait a minute." "Yeah." "Spencer, Walter T. 1136 Spencer Lane, Hollywood, 90028." "Door joint..." "Eat it out." "Come on, Walter, wake up!" " Something's scratching." " What?" "You hear it?" "Stop!" "Tear it up!" "Walter!" "Please, Walter, there's something outside the door." "Please?" "It's just your imagination." "But if it'll make you feel any better..." "Do something!" "Oh, God!" " Don't leave me!" " C'mon, June!" "June?" "Hmmm." "Damn kid's never home!" "What do we do with the house?" "Are you kidding?" "This is a woodpecker's hamburger." "You run a bulldozer through it." "And where'd he get that weed bit?" "Yes, sir." "I can put close to 40 apartments on this lot." "Now, remember, you gotta have one and a half parking places per apartment." "I got room, don't worry." "Why is that kid still hanging onto this old barn?" "'Cause he's a kook!" "Here, let me, let me look in here." "Suppose he won't sell?" "He'll sell, if he's unemployed." "Ah!" "Come on." "Ben!" "Now, you know very well you're not supposed to be in the bedroom!" "Now, just for that, I am not gonna take you into the office tomorrow, do you hear?" "Ben!" "Bad!" "Go to the cellar." "To the cellar!" "You hear?" "I am sick of your troublemaking." "Ben?" "Ben, I'll" " Ben?" "Ben, did you" "Now, how did you get in there?" "Look, are you gonna be good?" "All right, I'll take you to the office." "But if you do one thing wrong, if you make one sound, it's the last time you go." "Do you understand?" "All right." "Uh, Mr. Martin wants to see you." "Come in." "Uh, you got a moment?" "Come in, come in." "Uh, close the door." "Sit down." "I, um, I want to talk to you." "You're the boss, Mr. Martin." "Now, as you know, Joan, we have a nice family relationship here." "Everybody gets along with everybody." "Now..." "I've noticed lately that, uh, you've been seeing a lot of Willard?" "You object to that?" "Me?" "No, sir!" "I should say not, I think it's wonderful" "Now..." "I'm the one that pays you, right?" "Just exactly what do you want, Mr. Martin?" "I want you to do me a favor." "Help me to help Willard." "You can help us both." "By persuading him to sell me his house." "I can't do that!" " Can't..." " No." "Or won't?" "I think you better do your own persuading, Mr. Martin." "If that is the way you feel." "Alice?" "Hey." "Now, you two" " You!" "You behave yourself, do you hear?" "Are you gonna be good." "Hmm?" "I can hear ya out in the hall, now calm down!" "Both of you!" "This is the last time I'm gonna warn you." "Willard, can I see you a minute, please?" "Willard?" "I, I've just been fired." "I, I just got my notice." "Alice put it on the desk." "Well, did you have a fight with her?" "It, it's all right, Willard, it was just a temporary job." "I'll get another one." "I'm sorry." "It's all right." "He's given me my notice." "Big deal, I get 30 days." "What the hell's going on here?" "Tell them about rats, they're just little mice, probably." "Where, where'd you see the rats?" "I saw them, they're all over the closet!" "Oh, for" " Here's somebody get me a stick." "Get me a stick, get me a stick, anything at all!" " Get a stick." " Now, c'mon." "Hold it down, will ya, kids, it's only a rat." "All right, now hold it down." "Be careful, Mr. Martin" "I see them!" "Get me a chair!" "A chair, gimme a chair, hurry up." "Gimme a chair!" " Hurry up!" " Watch it, look out." "C'mon, will ya, with the chair!" "C'mon with the chair!" " Hold the chair now!" " I'll hold it, I got." "Ruin my party, will you?" "Oh, you" " I got him!" "I got him!" " You got a lot of guts, boss." " Huh?" "He's dead." "Good work, Mr. Martin." "All right." "That was great, boss." "Oh, man, I gotta get washed up." "Phew!" "Oh, boy, look at me." "I gotta get cleaned up." "Ha!" "It's like a damn safari with all these rats." "Hey, what's the matter, tiger?" "Got a little nervous stomach?" "C'mon, boy!" "Let's not take all day, let's get going, we got a lot of work to do." "Hey, Alice, get somebody to clean up that mess, will you?" "Hey, hey!" "C'mon!" "Let's get back to work!" "Do you think there are any more of them?" "Well, if there are, just whistle for me." "Listen, uh, open up the office in the morning, will you?" "Would you like me to stay the night?" "That's a good idea." "It's tax season, and I need some private finagling time." "Ben, there was nothing I could do." "There's nothing I could do." "Ben, it was-- it wasn't my fault." "Will you..." "Please just, just get in..." "And I won't touch you." "Ben, they'll kill you if you stay here?" "Please, they'll kill you." "It's all right, it's okay." "Why didn't you tell me that you owed taxes on the mortgage?" "You!" "You told me to talk over my future with your, your friend," "Martin." "Well!" "Well, Martin your friend, wants to take my house and just, just knock it down!" "Well I won't let him!" "Incidentally... he fired me!" "And, if it'll make you feel any better..." "Socrates is dead." "Martin killed him." "Just like he killed my father!" "Don't worry, I'll manage!" "I make the decisions now." "I make the decisions now." "Hello." "My, god!" "Look at the rats." "Look at the rats, not just one anymore." "We've come to talk to you." "What, are you crazy or something?" "Watch Mr. Martin." "They do anything I tell them to do." "You're the one that ruined my party." " You crazy" " Don't you move!" "There are a lot more of them." "Waiting." "Waiting for what?" "Waiting for us, to finish our talk." "Sit down." "No, Willard..." "Sit!" "Mr. Martin?" "I have a number of things to tell you." "First... you stole the business from my father." "And second... it killed my mother." "And third... you're trying to ruin me." "Willard, what are you talking" "You never left me alone for a minute!" "You made a fool out of me in front of everybody!" "And now, you're trying to steal my house!" "Oh, no, no" "I heard you!" "That's why you're trying to fire me!" "You-- you made me hate myself!" "I thought a lot about it." "Hating myself." "Well, I like myself now." "You killed my friend." "I killed who?" "How did Socrates feel when you stuck him with this?" "How did Socrates feel?" "Whoa, who the hell is Socrates?" "Socrates was the best friend, I ever had!" "Dammit!" "Tear him up!" "No, Willard!" "No, no!" "No, wait!" "Willard, no!" "No, no, no, Willard!" "No!" "Willard!" "Willard!" "Willard!" "Goodbye, Ben." "I don't wanna go home." "You can come to my house." "We could stop and get some food, if you..." "Have something to eat later if you'd like" " More?" " Mmm, no." "You know, my life is changed now." "Two things did it." "And one was a friend I had, named Socrates." " And you." " Oh..." "What a very nice thing to say, Willard." "Where's Chloe?" "Uh, she's hunting." "Hmm?" "Oh!" "Here's to us!" "To us!" "You know, tomorrow I'm gonna start all over." "I'm gonna go to your employment agency and see what they can do for me." "I'll call them for you." " You don't have to." " But I'd like to, Willard." "No, you don't understand." "You see, I'm not afraid anymore." "What is it?" "I don't know." "I think I heard something in the hall, excuse me." "Joan, I want you to do something for me." "What is it, Willard?" "And I don't want you to ask me any questions." "I don't want you to complain, I just want you to do it." "Well, of course, but, what is it?" "I want you to take this money and I want you to go down to the corner and get a taxi cab and go home, and I'll call you there." " Willard" " Don't ask me" "What, Joan?" "Just go!" "Don't ask, just go!" "Ben!" "Ben, now you" "Okay, I guess we have to make a deal." "Now, you came here for food, and, you behave yourself and you'll get it." "And so will your friends in the cellar." "You understand?" "Get out!" "Get out!" "I was good to you, Ben!"