you like to know
what I know?
Yes.
About a year ago...
He had a younger brother.
And the kid was playing at home.
Went into his father's closet,
he found a loaded gun.
Was playing
and it accidentally went off.
And he killed himself.
Ricky, unfortunately,
was the first person
to find the body.
And I don't think
he's recuperated from that.
That's the only story I know.
What about all those stories
about him killing a cop...
and breaking teachers' legs?
I don't know about those stories.
- All I know is what I just told you.
- Okay.
Okay?
Does that help you at all?
Yeah, I think so.
Okay.
Is this saved?
What do you call this stuff?
Garbage.
Would you pass the salt?
Just getting the salt.
Okay, so maybe we're not a team.
Maybe I was wrong.
But I thought when somebody
does somebody a favor,
he owes him one.
- You don't owe me.
- Yes, I do.
You didn't have to do what you did,
but you did it anyway.
I thought it meant
we were friends now.
You didn't accept money.
Where you going?
The show's over.
Show?
That wasn't any show.
Get lost.
All I want...
Do you always get what you want?
Hey.
Those things will stunt your growth.
- Ha ha ha.
- [Bell Rings]
Move up a bit. Come on.
Cops won't even walk around here.
The next time you pull
anything like this,
call a detective.
Okay, follow him.
It's one way.
Follow him anyway.
- It's a one-way street.
- [Horn Honking]
Hey, what are you...
Cliff, get back...
Give us a dollar.
Come on.
You got a dollar, man?
Give me a dollar!
Hey!
What are you following me for?
I told you,
I thought maybe we could be friends.
We can't.
Linderman.
I know about what happened
with your brother and everything.
You do, huh?
Hell, it could have
happened to anybody.
Drop it.
Okay?
- Ricky.
- What?
Where am I?
How do I get out of here?
Come on.
Where we going?
- Yours?
- Yep.
Fantastic. Use it much?
Don't use it at all.
Won't run.
- You like it?
- Yeah.
- Get on.
- Oh, no.
Go ahead.
Climb aboard.
Yeah?
Hey.
Careful.
What's the matter with it?
Cylinder.
I can't find the right one.
They don't make them anymore.
I've been putting this together
for a year now,
and I'm down to one lousy cylinder.
You built this?
Rebuilt it.
Almost.
Oh, hey, how you doing?
I'm looking for a 350 cylinder.
- You got one?
- No, I don't.
- You sure?
- Nope. Sorry.
[Linderman]
How about your mom?
[Clifford]
She died in a car accident.
- That's too bad.
- My grandmother moved in with us.
She's like no one
I've ever seen before.
She's really old,
but she acts like a kid.
She gets...
a little drunk.
Picks up guys.
- You're kidding.
- No.
- Sounds great.
- She is, really.
We gotta keep an eye on her
'cause she gets into things.
Maybe she's afraid
of being old and dying.
No, I think she's afraid
of not being alive.
My dad had one of those.
It looked like that then.
- What does he do?
- Watches TV.
How's this?
Almost.
He was only nine.
I practically raised him
since he was two.
He'd drive you crazy.
Tell him to sit down,
he'd stand up.
Tell him to do his homework,
he'd read a comic book.
Couldn't eat food
without spitting it at you.
A real shoplifter, too.
Go through a store,
half of it would wind up
in his pocket.
He was a good kid.
A real handful, though.
Poor little guy.
Poor little guy.
[No Audible Dialogue]
That's her, Mr. Dobbs.
I got to go.
Hello, Mrs. Peache.
I'd like you to meet Mr. Dobbs,
chief of hotel operations.
- How do you do?
- Hiya, good-looking!
Griffith has been telling me
a great deal about you.
Has he?
Well, um...
Uh, sit down.
Have a little drink.
They don't charge me.
You know what I mean?
This is really the life.
You know, it's interesting.
I must have met
about a million people.
Not many kids.
Mostly adults.
Anytime you want to trade,
it's okay with me.
Some view.
Is this good for stargazing?
Uh...
stars...
the, uh, moon...
and, uh...