Greedy Page #8
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1994
- 113 min
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Daniel. Always.
l've always felt you had real character.
Ha-ha!
- Does money mean this much to you?
- No.
l didn't go and see Uncle Joe
for the money.
We made a deal. lf he kept the money
in the family, he'd get a cut. Right?
- Yes, but...
- Then he double-crossed us.
Because they're scum! They're greedy!
We're greedy? We were willing to share.
Dad.
l don't know what happened.
l just got...sucked in.
First one thing didn't seem wrong,
then another, until...
Nothing seemed wrong.
l know. That's why l left.
- How are you, Joe?
- Uncle Joe.
- Save it.
OK, Joe. Bare knuckles, toe to toe.
We've spent 20 years eating your sh*t
and saying, ''Mm! Delicious.. what a cook.''
No more. We've hired attorneys.
lf we don't get our share,
we'll get you declared incompetent.
And we'll win,
because we found out things.
You've got toys in the attic. Broken toys.
And we'll hammer on you
until you cave in. Understand?
- Or is your mind already gone?
- All right!
Sit down. All of you.
- Uncle Joe...
- Quiet.
Go ahead.
As l was about to say before the circus came to town,
your uncle's holdings at their peak
held a net - net, mind you -
financial value of just under $25 million.
At the moment, however,
he is $95,000 in debt.
- Wait a minute. He's...?
- ln debt beyond the value of his assets.
The room, is it doing this?
l fear this has come as a shock to you.
No. Shitting a sailboat, that's a shock.
This is a f***ing catastrophe!
The trip to Washington
was not for a military contract.
lt was to work out an arrangement
with the lRS to keep Joe out of jail.
That has been accomplished,
but everything is lost.
Plus some arrangement
must be made for the 95,000.
How the hell do you lose $25 million?
lt's easier than you think.
l overextended, made loans,
some claims the government wouldn't allow.
- The penalties were...
- Hold it. l don't believe this.
lt's another one of his tricks.
A little test!
l will put you in touch with the lRS.
They'll give you a full accounting
as well as the lovely brochure for the auction.
- Auction?
- They're taking my home.
Damn it! Stupid, stupid!
We played along!
We should've stepped in five years ago!
Two would have been enough.
You stupid, pathetic old man.
Goddamn it Frank! One more word out of you,
l'll kick your ass so high up
you'll take off your shirt to sh*t!
Come on.
Come on, bowling boy!
Stop it!
Frank, cut it out!
- Stop! l've got a metal plate in my head.
- You do?
No!
- That's enough.
- Get security to the conference room.
That's enough. Get over here.
Meathead!
You're insane, you know that?
Me? For five years, l begged you,
let's put him in a home!
No, you didn't want to. You didn't have
the balls! None of you have any balls!
Frank?
l've been waiting to do this a long time.
Stop it.
Come on.
- l want them out of here!
- lt's all right!
We were...
We were just leaving, anyway.
- What do we do now?
- Nothing!
We wait around and dance at his funeral.
You're still here.
How long have you known you were broke?
About a year.
A year.
So this whole time you were...what?
Schmucking with me? Every second.
Danny, please, l had to find out,
I had to know who'd take care of me
when they found out l had nothing.
And care will be required.
Your uncle's condition is degenerative,
and whoever assumes control
over his finances
must oversee the liquidation of his assets,
be responsible
for the outstanding balance,
and, of course, there's our bill.
We will need you to sign these papers.
lf you'd just told me the truth.
l mean, l'm not saying
l'm a perfect guy or anything,
but then maybe l could have felt
some compassion, some responsibility.
Just the truth!
The truth is, l'm an old guy.
l'm broke. l need help.
Not now! Then.
Now's no good.
Now's too late.
l crawled. l begged.
l lost my girlfriend.
l hate that you did this.
Danny, l had to.
l had to find out who loved me.
- Who...
- Nobody. Nobody loved you.
Why should they?
What's there to love?
What about you is there to love?
l want a camera on the kid's father
when the kid's shooting the free throws.
lf he misses, the expression
on the dad's face is another Emmy.
Find the dad.
- Mike, go back.
- Hey!
- Stop!
- Girlie, if you don't sit down...
Will you shut up a second?
[man] l'll meet you over there.
What happened?
Uncle Joe was broke.
- Come on.
- Broke.
No, not just broke. ln debt.
Everybody pushing and shoving,
and all the time the trough was empty.
When did l get so obsessed with money?
When did that happen?
l mean, you've known me for years.
l was never like that.
Was l?
No.
- What's going to happen to him?
- Uncle Joe?
l assume my cousins will hang him.
No, really.
Really.
l don't know. l don't care.
You don't?
Allow me to face up to it.
l wasn't there for him.
l was there for the money, boom.
That time when you told me about the scrap yard,
he told you how scared he was to go into a home?
You told me you felt sorry for him.
l did.
But don't you see? lt was an act.
He was putting on an act.
- Anybody would have felt sorry for him.
- Even your cousins?
[workman] Make sure you get
plenty of padding on there!
Put it in last.
Douglas. Douglas.
Where's Uncle Joe?
l couldn't say, sir.
l'm no longer in your uncle's employ.
- What are you talking about?
- He can no longer pay my wages.
Wages?
Don't you care what happens to him?
Very droll, sir. Most amusing, sir.
- Watch your back. Coming through.
- Where is he, in a nursing home?
Out of the question. He can't afford it.
Hey. What...? What's he going to do?
He can go dance the hully-gully
for all l care. Good day, sir.
[doctor being paged over tannoy]
Where's your hat?
Went in the auction. A buck's a buck.
Your lawyer told me you were here.
What are you doing in the hospital?
l didn't feel good, stupid.
Why else do u go to a hospital.
- But a county ward?
- lt's all l can afford.
lronic, huh?
l'm right back where my mother left me.
You call me stupid. Work your way up
from nothing, from the street,
you piss it all away.
Did you just come to cheer me up, or what?
- Come on. Where's all your crap?
- Huh?
Your crap. Your stuff.. Your cloths.
They didn't bring you in naked, did they?
- ln my bag.
- All right, come on, let's go.
- Where?
- What, suddenly you're particular?
You're coming with me.
Robin and l are getting married.
- You and Robin...?
- We wanted to start a family anyway.
At least this way
we know what we're getting.
Signed you up for Little League.
Don't embarrass me.
My son.
Okey-doke. Watch your fingers.
Hi, honey, l'm home!
Look what the stork brought us.
- Hi, Uncle Joe.
- Hello, Robin.
Danny bought me a hat.
Smart choice.
Well, this is my place,
and l think we'll all be very comfortable here.
- Would you like to see your room?
- Sure.
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