*batteries not included
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 106 min
- 915 Views
How you doing?
What's happening?
All right.
Pick it up.
Whoa!
Look out.
Coming through.
You have to tell me
where to turn.
I knew it.
She's not here.
Frank! Sidney!
I'll try the basement.
Don't panic.
She's around here somewhere.
Faye!
Come on out!
Hey, you, you!
Hey, did you ever hear
of private property?
Just coming for
a hamburger, Pop.
You got a lot
of nerve!
Get your food
somewheres else!
Who's that?
Take off that hat so
I can get a look at you.
Here she is.
Faye!
For the love of Mike,
where you been?
You scared the living
daylights out of me!
I did the marketing.
Somebody's got to do
the marketing.
Oh.
OK, what are you
looking at?
Nothing, Pop.
Nothing.
Was that Bobby?
I think
it was Bobby.
No, dear,
it wasn't Bobby.
It was just a man.
Now, how about
I fix your breakfast?
Is this Sunday?
Monday and Tuesday
don't smell at all
because Cream of Wheat
is instant.
And it ain't Thursday.
I can smell Thursday
all the way back to Wednesday
when people put
their garbage out.
If it's Sunday,
we got to walk in the park.
Sure.
Hey, Sid.
Why don't you kids
come for a walk with us?
Yeah, sure, Faye.
That sounds great.
Get off.
Hola, Mommy.
Look.
Smell like money?
Because it is.
Aw, he didn't write.
Take it from me.
I know about this stuff.
He ain't coming back.
This is the letter
you've been waiting for.
Come on, you're
a very rich lady.
Hey, take it!
What's wrong with you?
Fresh cash money.
She doesn't believe me.
You could move
to Brooklyn.
Here.
Buy yourself a new saint.
You can
afford it now.
Room service!
It's moving day,
Picasso!
Yo, Bee.
Don't you even want
to count it?
They're paying you
to move out.
Aah! Oh!
Hey, doll.
He's not home?
How about you
move in with me?
This, uh,
place here,
it's, uh,
falling apart.
No! Don't! Get-
Aah!
Hey, Bee!
Hey, Bee?
It's us.
The knock-knock boys.
Let's punch it out
again, champ.
Round two!
How's the face, man?
You ready
for a rematch?
Yesterday,
we got rough.
Today,
we got money.
Tomorrow, you ain't gone-
There, now you got
less to move.
And here's
your prize money.
Where's the boys?
I don't hear them playing.
Bobby!
Donald!
Donald's
all grown up, Faye.
He has two kids
of his own now.
I'm a grandmother,
remember?
Oh, yeah.
Now, sit down
and finish your coffee.
But where's my Bobby?
Get out of my place,
you punks!
Mr. Riley,
it's your lucky day!
You, too, Pops.
Social security,
that's me.
Now, you move out,
you go to Miami,
you sit in the sun,
listen to Bing Crosby,
play checkers, bingo...
- We don't want any trouble, Carlos.
- Hallelujah!
- Don't touch it!
- Too late, man. She already took it.
- You're an angel, Bobby.
- I'm calling the cops!
- Faye, time for your medicine.
- Let Mama give you a pucker.
Never knew you had a mother.
Buenos dias, senora!
Shut up, Benny.
You got the idea,
right?
You take the money
and move out, OK?
Get out of my way!
Let the boy
help you.
You never give him a chance.
Bobby!
Stop calling me that!
Get her out of here.
And you-
Stay away from my wife
and this building.
You tell Lacey his money stinks!
You understand?
You kill my head, man.
Money's not
a good reason to move?
OK, here's
a good reason.
That's right, abuela.
Break it up.
Aah!
- Come on, Faye.
- Throw him out!
We'll talk about it later.
Frank!
You punks!
Take your hands
off of me!
Get out, Pop.
You're going to go bald!
You dirty bastards!
Hey, take it easy, Pop.
No!
At fine stores
everywhere.
Batteries
not included.
Lacey!
Hey, no, you don't!
Lacey, you son of a b*tch!
You're not
getting away with it!
Lacey, open up
and face me like a man!
You're not
throwing me out!
he'd come down here?
Take the money,
Mr. Riley.
It's our last offer.
This is my place!
I grew up here, for God's sake!
What do you want us
to do, Mr. Riley?
Arrest them.
Send them up the river for life.
- I'm not scared. I'll testify.
- You know what'll happen.
They'll have 18 witnesses
saying they were somewhere else.
When they get out,
they'll come after you again.
Then patrol the neighborhood,
for crying out loud!
What neighborhood?
What the hell happened?
Mind your own business.
Wait a minute.
I live here. Upstairs.
Oh, yeah. I've seen you.
You're in Moskowitz' old place.
Mr. Baylor,
do you honestly think
I could recommend this building
for historic preservation?
Mrs. Thompson, it was
I doubt that.
Yeah.
Look at the molding.
Look...
look at the cornice.
That's terra cotta.
Oh, you don't like ornament.
All right.
Step back here and look
at those proportionates.
- It's got style. It's got dignity.
- There's nothing left to preserve.
This one's still here.
It can be restored.
We have
a minimum standard-
that the structure
is intact and livable.
You don't
even have that.
People live here.
Not for long.
Look, you're so nervous.
I'll fix the door.
It's not the door,
Mason.
It's you.
You and your fascination
with this place.
What? I like it here.
Of course you do.
It's old and depressing.
It's reality!
This is
the eighties, Mason.
Nobody likes reality
anymore.
Why don't you admit it?
It's time to quit.
Thank you very much.
How do you know that?
You said so yourself!
You said that
you were going nowhere!
You could do analytic deconstruction,
neo-geo, hard edge.
But no, you've got to be
the Andrew Wyeth of the East Village.
Why don't you go back to your father
and sell vans or rec-vs,
or whatever they're called.
RVs.
But for God's sake,
get out of here.
And to think that
I've been telling my friends
that it's so cool
living with an artist!
You never once asked
to paint me nude!
Hey, man, stop
right here, man!
All right!
Sorry.
It's OK, Frank.
She's here.
She's been helping.
- Give it to me.
- I called Donald.
He made the arrangements.
For what?
A funeral?
We're going to Jersey.
It's a home
for senior citizens.
You took their money.
You took that
bastard's money.
There's cold cereal
in here
and a Libby's
canned fruit,
but she won't
eat the cherries.
And beans-
She just loves beans.
Frank, where's
our bags?
It's the Love Boat
to Cuba.
Shuffleboard and pineapples
filled with rum.
You know what they do?
They put paper umbrellas
sticking out the top,
so when it rains,
it don't thin out the liquor.
And here's her Enderol-
four times a day,
after meals
and at bedtime,
and her HydroDIURIL
twice a day
and don't forget.
OK, I got it.
I won't forget.
OK.
Frank...
Frank, we're tired.
It's- it's not
home anymore.
Say good-bye for us,
will you?
Hell, she won't
even know you're gone.
Come on out, Faye.
Let's do this.
Where's Muriel?
It smells like cherry cordial,
this stuff.
Muriel!
I'm Muriel now.
I'm comin' in, Faye.
Hold it,
I ain't dressed.
Get Frank.
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