Rain Man

How many times you wash out with EPA?

- Just one or two more days. - Three times? You're on a roll.

Four cars, three times each.

That's zip for 12. What are you, a mechanic or a NASA engineer?

I told you I'd never dealt with Lamborghinis.

You assured me you could deliver these cars with that time frame.

Don't tell me that, 'cause I'm not listening.

Sir, I hardly think that's necessary!

I'll explain that to my swing loan. I'm into him for 200,000.

That's thousand. Three zeros.

I got all my money in these cars, and if I don't get my money out, I am finished.

You have to understand our situation.

I got the sharks snapping at my heels here.

They could've taken my business 11 days ago.

I had to hold them off with a whip and a chair.

I know delivery is way overdue...

Fucking EPA! The world is choking on smog,

and they're gonna correct the situation by keeping my four cars off the road?

- (phone ringing) - Babbitt Collectibles.

Have you tried cash? How much can one of these EPA guys earn in a week?

- Mr. Wyatt. - Wyatt?

About the swing loan. He doesn't get the money by 5:30, he'll seize the cars.

- I'm gonna have to call you back. - Talk to Mr. Babbitt on this.

Tell him you watched me sign the check, then you gave it to the mail girl.

Come on, come on. I need this!

I wouldn't do that, sir, until you talk to Mr. Babbitt.

A number for him? No, he's on the road.

- He wants you to call him... - Charlie!

Tell him I'm on my way to Barbados, can he leave a number.

- Charlie! - What, Lenny? I'm here. Talk to me.

Mr. Bateman wants to back out on his car and wants to take Mr. Webb with him.

They found two cars at Valley Motors.

Tell him that was me on the other line. The paperwork will be here momentarily.

- You paying attention? - Yeah, I'm listening.

Tell them also I'm knocking off five grand for their patience, understand?

- Are you sure that you've got it? - I've got it!

Mr. Bateman? That was Mr. Babbitt on the other line.

As it happens, the cars are passing emissions...

I mean, the cars have passed emissions. We're waiting for the EPA paperwork.

We'll have that momentarily, and because of your incredible patience,

we're going to knock off $5,000 on each car.

Yes, you've been most patient. We really appreciate your patience.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

- Ready for Palm Springs? - Charlie, you still want to go?

We're seconds away from closing this deal, clearing 75 grand.

- Not bad for a couple of phone calls. - Not bad at all!

- You know where to find us, right? - Right. I got it under control.

Listen, I don't wanna be demanding you,

but could you possibly say ten or 12 words before we get to the hotel?

Hmm? Consider it foreplay.

Can you include me in some of your thoughts?

I'm just thinking. You know, nothing special.

Maybe it's something we can talk about it, make a little conversation.

If there's something to talk about, Susanna, we'd be talking.

What's the big to-do about me thinking?

I just feel, I'm going away for a few days with someone. Call me crazy.

- OK. You wanna talk, let's talk. - I don't wanna talk!

I feel you're excluding me from what's going on. It's not that I wanna talk.

One of these again. How did we get back to one of these?

I don't know why I put up with all this.

You wanted to go to Palm Springs, and we're going.

- But I didn't want to go alone. - Susanna, you wanna talk, let's talk!

- Let's talk. - This is not talking, this is you...

Yeah?

Charlie, this is Lenny. I've been trying to contact you for a while.

I got a long-distance call from Mr. Mooney, your father's lawyer.

He's been trying to reach you.

Your father has died, Charlie.

- Charlie? - Uh-huh?

I'm sorry. The funeral's tomorrow in Cincinnati. He said you'd know where.

- I've got his number. - That's not necessary. Anything else?

No, that's it. If there's anything I can do...

- All right. - (hangs up)

- Sorry about the weekend, hon. - Charlie, the weekend?

I told you before, we had a falling-out a long time ago.

My mother died when I was two. Him and me, we just didn't get along.

- You're going to the funeral, no? - Yeah.

- I'm coming with you. - That's really sweet,

- but there's no point. - I want to. That's the point.

All right. Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to.

...our believed neighbor, for our memory, admiration and respect for him

will live beyond the years of his life on earth.

Let us consecrate ourselves to follow his example of zest for life,

dedication to family and charity to all.

And now, with sure and certain hope of resurrection life,

we commend to you the soul of our departed friend...

Just have to go over the details of the will tonight, then we're outta here.

I can wait in the car if you like.

Somebody should be watering those roses. They're dying.

I knew this car my whole life. Only drove it once.

It's a 1949 Buick Roadmaster convertible.

Only 8,000 production models made.

Straight Eight. Fireball Eight.

The first full year of the Dynaflow transmission.

Know it by rote.

You were his only child.

You came along when he was, what, 45 or something?

He probably thought he was never going to have a son, so he had to love you.

I think you're exaggerating. You were his child, his son, his blood.

He doesn't look like a man who doesn't love his son.

What are you doing looking at this? Put that away! You wanna hear a story?

- Don't get mad. - The convertible in the garage?

- His baby. That and the goddamn roses. - Buick.

The car was off-limits. "That's a classic," he'd say.

"It's not for children."

Tenth grade, I'm 16 years old, for once I bring home a report card full of A's.

I go to my old man. "Can I take the car out?"

Take the guys out, sort of a victory drive.

He says no. I take it anyway. I steal the keys, I sneak it out.

You took the car with no permission? Why? Why then?

Because I... I deserved it.

Nothing I did was good enough for this guy! Don't you understand?

We're on Columbia Parkway, four kids, we get pulled over.

An accident?

Uh... Pulled over... Whoo-whoo-whoo!

- What is "pulled over"? Police? - Yes, police.

- Can I finish? - Yes.

He called in to report a stolen car, not his son took the car without permission.

Just stolen.

The other guys' dads bail them out in an hour. He left me there two days.

- He left you in prison for two days? - Two days.

Were you scared?

Yeah, I was scared.

Left home. I never saw him again.

Charlie, after a year we've been together,

this is the first time I've heard this story.

It's strange. I mean, how can you keep all this inside you

and not say anything?

When I was a kid and I got scared, the Rain Man would come and sing to me.

The Rain what?

One of those imaginary childhood friends.

- What happened to him? - Nothing. I just grew up.

Not so much.

"And I remember, too, the day you left home,

so full of bitterness and grandiose ideas, so full of yourself."

Being raised without a mother, your heart's hardness is understandable."

Your refusal to even pretend that you loved or respected me,

all these I forgive,

but your failure to write, to telephone, to re-enter my life in any way,

has left me without a son.

I wish you all I ever wanted for you. I wish you the best.

I hereby bequeath to my son, Charles Sanford Babbitt,

that certain Buick convertible,

the very car that unfortunately brought our relationship to an end.

Also, outright title to my prize-winning hybrid rose bushes

to remind him of the value of excellence,

and the possibility of perfection.

As for my home and all other property, these shall be placed in trust,

in accordance with the terms of that certain instrument executed herewith."

What does that mean, the last part?

It means that the estate,

in excess of $3 million after expenses and taxes,

will go into a trust fund for a beneficiary

to be named in this document.

- Who? Who is that? - I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

- Who controls the money? You? - No, he's called a trustee.

What is that? How does that work?

Forgive me, but there's nothing more I can say.

I'm sorry, son. I can see you're disappointed.

Why should I be disappointed? I got rose bushes, didn't I?

I got a used car. Whatshisname... What'd you call him?

- The beneficiary. - Right.

He got $3 million, but not the rose bushes!

I definitely got the rose bushes.

- Charles... - I definitely got the rose bushes.

- There is no need to... - To what? To be upset?

To be upset?

If there is a hell, sir, my father is in it,

and he is looking up right now, and he is laughing his ass off.

You wanna be his son for five minutes? Did you hear that letter?

- Were you listening? - Yes, sir, I was. Were you?

No. Could you repeat it? 'Cause I can't believe my fucking ears.

I was looking for you. How did it go?

I got what I expected.

Susanna, this could take a few minutes.

Can I help you?

Yes, I think you can. I have a problem with a private trust...

- That's a terrific suit! - Thank you.

My father was Sanford Babbitt...

Is this Wallbrook?

Excuse me, is this Wallbrook? Excuse me.

Dr. Bruner is in conference.

Would you like to wait in his outer office?

We'll stay here. Thank you.