Mousehunt
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 98 min
- 2,048 Views
- Hold your end up higher.
- I am.
- You are not.
Mm.
- Hey, isn't that suit charcoal?
- No.
Looks charcoal grey to me.
Some gray polyester blend.
Couldn't you find a black suit
for your father's funeral?
- It's black.
- It's grey.
- It's black. Black.
- Grey. Grey!
Fine, it's black.
It's the greyest black
I've ever seen.
- The colour doesn't matter!
- Oww!
I'm sorry, Pop. I'm sorry!
- Quick! Get him out of there!
- He's halfway to the harbour by now.
Ah, well.
(Man) "I leave you
not just a model factory...
"but something infinitely
more valuable.
"The future of string...itself."
(Explosion, shouting)
"And thus it is my dying wish...
"that my two sons
Great. Stick a "For Sale" sign up,
see what we can get.
Ernie, we're not supposed to sell it.
We're supposed to run it.
Either way, this godforsaken museum
piece is not worth a dime, is it?
Some things are more important
than money, Ernie.
The financially challenged
always say that.
Uh, please, please.
"I also bequeath to you
my personal effects,
"including my ceramic egg,
"half box of Cuban cigars..."
Oh! Yes, yes, yes, yes.
- "M-my collection of spoons."
- (Clattering)
(Ernie) My goodness,
what a treasure. What a legacy.
Spoons! Spoons!
So many spoons, so little time.
Oh! And, of course, something
no household should be without.
The ceramic egg! Ooh-hoo-hoo.
Can I have the egg?
Can l? Huh? Huh?
- No. I want you to have it.
- Fine, I'll take it!
If you find any real estate
on that desk, let me know.
It seems there is also a house.
- (Together) A house?
- Yes, 5120 Nortondale.
many years ago as payment of a debt.
but i-i-it's interesting.
It seems the previous owner was found
locked in a trunk in the attic.
Wait a minute. Is it worth anything?
Well, he was able to borrow
$50,000 against it.
Really? So, what is its value today?
$50,000.
Great. A worthless house
and a broken-down string factory.
Oh, well. At least the day
wasn't a total loss.
Thanks for the stogies, Pop.
Wait. You can't go. W-we
have to go through all these papers.
You'll have to excuse me.
- I've got a date with the mayor.
- (Thunder rolls)
(Reporters chattering)
Mr Mayor! Mr Mayor, over here!
Mr Mayor!
Will your recent triple heart bypass
affect your campaign strategy?
Now, Leslie, I'm just here to eat.
(French accent) Ah, monsieur
le maire, Madame maire,
welcome to Chez Ernie.
What an honour it is
to have you in my humble bistro.
Suivez-moi. You brought the little
ones. The little bicycle thieves.
Bonjour! Our very best table.
- Have you lost weight?
- Oh, l...
- I think so! I think you may be!
- (Laughs)
Je suisse enchante
pour votre beaute.
- You know?
- Oh, monsieur Ernie...
Excusez-moi. Au revoir, les enfants!
(Sighs)
The air's not so thin at the top.
Just like the old man to die
before I hit it big.
Remember, everyone.
Attention to detail is vital!
Presentation is everything.
No, no, no, no, no!
These I must deliver myself.
(Roars)
Duck a I'Orange
avec du quack sauce...
And for ze Mayor,
la specialite de la maison,
Lobster Loaf a la Ernest
ou la bibliotheque.
- Oh...
- Bon appetit.
(Exhales)
- Ah, bonjour!
- How does it feel...
to serve the mayor
after his re-election?
- Well... May I call you Leslie?
- Of course.
Crunchy! Hmm. I love the almonds.
Leslie, cuisine,
she is a fickle mistress...
Ee-yew! Look! (Squishing)
- A cockroach!
- (Shocked whispering)
That's only half a cockroach.
Daddy! You ate the head!
Honey, are you OK?
(Screaming)
(Mayor's wife) Not again!
Was this an accident or murder...?
Clear!
- I can do that better!
- (Crying)
(Man) Smuntz String
is a relic of history.
You don't make string by twining
two strands together any more.
No. You make it simple,
singular, strong, with nylon.
Bu-but that's not string.
Tha-that's cord.
- Exactly.
- Twine is yesterday. Cord is today.
Zeppco was interested in your factory
but your father refused to sell.
We are hopin' you're smarter.
Zeppco is willin'
to buy you out...
and bring this museum
into the 21st century.
We'd keep you on as a consultant,
with a huge salary and hefty pension.
So...
what do you say?
(Sighs)
- My sons...
- (Whispers) Ernie.
- Ernie!
- Yeah. Just a sec.
I want you...to have...something.
My most prized possession.
(Sighs) Oh, it's
a piece of st-string.
Not just any string. THE string.
I found it my first day in America.
- What's with the string?
- I've had it 60 years.
Here! I want you two to share it.
Maybe it'll bring you
closer together.
- You haven't talked much lately.
- Yeah.
- Ah! What are you doing?
- I'm breaking it in half.
- No! I want you to share it.
- No?
- Forever.
- Sure, Pop, sure.
You carry it the first 50 years,
I'll take it the next.
- Sure.
- And turn up the morphine drip.
(Father) I heard that.
Promise me...
that you will never sell...
Smuntz String...
to one of those big conglomerates.
Keep it between you.
Brothers. Family.
- Promise.
- I promise, Pop.
- (Lars) I promise.
- So, you were sayin'?
I'll have to pass.
What?
"A world without string is chaos."
For once the Smuntz name
was worth something!
- No, no! Don't!
- Oh!
You... You used to love string!
That was when I was dating
the son of a wealthy string magnate!
Not now, when I am married to the
owner...of a worthless death-trap!
I thought you'd be happy!
April, I've got new ideas.
You know, I've got big plans!
Don't you see, Lars?
That's all you've ever had are plans.
But my life is passing me by,
and l...l need more!
There's no air in the middle class,
Lars. I can't breathe here.
Please, April, don't go.
I'm not going anywhere.
(TV) 'ln a few moments, the joy
of the holidays was shattered...
'and the world changed
for many people.
'Mayor McKrinkle died at 4:30pm,
'at Our Lady of Sorrows Hospital.
'Doctors say
'heart failure due to
the mayor's culinary disaster.
'And once the hottest restaurant...
'Chez Ernie is scheduled
for demolition.'
I-l don't think I ordered
my cheese sandwich with capers.
- 'We go live to Leslie Reinhart.'
- Sorry.
'lf this tragedy has a villain
it is Ernie Smuntz.
- 'Once a local...'
- Ernie, you're on TV!
What? Oh.
You know what this is? I'll tell ya.
- Guilt by accusation.
- No capers.
But that's just grilled cheese.
What's the point?
Why don't they eat out of a trough?
Which one of you palateless sheep
sent my sandwich back?
Hi, Ernie!
Lars?
(Ernie) When I'm in the kitchen,
I cook.
I can't control everything in there.
(Lars) You know,
it isn't fair to blame you.
- You didn't do anything wrong.
- But society likes to persecute.
A scapegoat, someone to demonise.
The same thing happened to Galileo.
Really? That's unbelievable.
With a cockroach and everything?
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