PAWNSHOP
Get out of the way, kid. This is my dream.
I love you.
Dad, I need to tell you about my drums.
- You don't have a battery. - Exactly.
But I have found a way to fix this problem.
- That is to say? - I'll let you buy it for me.
Louis, let me show you something.
- Do you remember those skis? - Yes, I remember.
- Snow wasn't really my thing. - Or this scooter?
Or this armor? What about that churros machine?
Yes.
I see where you are going with this.
You are saying that a battery would be the perfect addition to this collection.
No battery, Louis.
You already keep way too much junk in this room.
- What? - Steve.
- It doesn't all belong to Louis. - What are you talking about?
Do you remember when you joined the Monthly Gadget club?
- Yes. - Here is your electric back scraper,
your packer, and of course, your unforgettable fat atomizer.
Yes. Right next to your inflatable foot bath and your solar hair dryer.
At least I don't collect Dalmatians.
These tasks are adorable.
Stop, both of you.
We all made mistakes, and I'm not pointing fingers.
But the question is:
how do you turn all these mistakes into big green bills?
So what I'm proposing is a garage sale.
- It's not a bad idea, Louis. - Really?
Okay, let's make a deal. You take care of it.
You advertise, you organize, you do everything.
And if you bring in enough money, you can buy your battery.
- Bargain. - Bargain.
How much do you think this hat would bring us?
THIS SATURDAY: GARBAGE OUR GARBAGE = YOUR TREASURES
Why am I so stressed?
Maybe because you have a date with Scott Brooks to study in 10 min.
It's not a date. I don't even know if he likes me.
Anyway, what's going on between him and Sandy Smithers?
That's what I'm here for. To be a gossip.
But first, let's prepare this room for a boy.
Let's start with the lighting.
The lighting?
Cool.
A little perfume.
Too much perfume kills the perfume. What else?
Guys love to snack.
- Is that so? I have nothing to snack on. - Relax.
- You think of everything. - Hi, Ren.
It's time for the garage sale. Take your box and go downstairs.
No, you know I can't help you today.
That's right, it's the day of the date with Scott Brooks.
It's not a date. We have to study for a check.
Yes if you want. Things to sell?
No, my box is already downstairs.
- Okay. - It blows me up.
- Ren, what about Mr. Pookie? - What's wrong, Mr. Pookie?
He is not compatible with boys.
Come on, I'm not ashamed of him.
Isn't that right, Mr. Pookie? Not ashamed at all.
Okay, you're gonna have to lay a low profile for a while.
Just sit there.
See you later.
Donnie, what are you doing?
I used to love playing with this stuff when I was a kid, look.
This one has a horn.
Why not put them in their place, at the garage sale?
Don't be such a killjoy because of your date.
It's not a date.
It's not a row, because... it's more of a row. Think!
- Hi, Scott. Between. - Hi.
- Cool, your room. - Thank you.
Go ahead.
A cookie?
Don't mind me. I come for the laundry.
- You must be Ren's mate. - Dad, the laundry is in the closet.
Okay. Pretend I'm not here.
See you later.
Goodbye.
DONNIE STEVENS COLLECTION
Well done, Donnie, well done.
You turn your precious memories into a good bundle of money. Well done.
Yeah, I'll sell it all.
- Who wouldn't want these treasures? - I do.
I wore them when I scored the touchdown for
victory over Lodi in the State Championship final.
I was far from the line. I received the pass, and... Lou?
Lou. It was a great game.
Hold.
- Ren sells Mr. Pookie? - Yes, it was in its box, right?
Everyone is ready to play.
We throw out the old things to make room for the new.
Put them down. Come on, put them down. Forget them.
Gee, you're both using blue pens, not black ones.
- Sometimes I use black. - Me too.
You really have a lot in common.
- He is so cute. - I know.
Ladies and gentlemen, with the amazing inflatable
foot bath, you can soak your toes anywhere, anytime.
But, I work in an office.
How can I soak my feet in a professional environment?
Very good question, my little lady.
Thanks to the compact size of the inflatable foot bath, you will
be able to give your feet a good bath, in every nook and cranny.
And it only costs $ 10? It's crazy how given.
Even crazier: if you take it now, I will
give you this pot holder in Dalmatian print.
- I take. - Young man. You will not be disappointed.
Mrs Dunn, take that vomit and take it out to the next book club,
and I guarantee everyone will laugh.
I tell you, it works.
Two dollars. Hold.
Have a nice day. The exit is this way.
No, you don't understand.
If I washed this tight-fitting outfit it would lose its value.
What?
Hey, Scott, what's going on with you and Sandy Smithers?
We broke up two weeks ago.
- You must be in pain. - I suppose.
Mrs. Goodman, come on.
You've been eyeing these leggings for ages. You know what?
What if I added
a Flashdance T-shirt and the matching headband? So?
Yeah, great. Hold.
Thanks, Mrs. Goodman. Have a good day.
- How much for the pigeon plate? - La Brioche is a rooster.
- Now get out, Brioche. - I'm a serious customer.
- I'll give you 50 cents. - I won't sell it for less than a dollar.
My last offer: 75 cents.
Okay. You won, the Brioche. Take this plate.
What a pigeon.
I've got to go. Thank you for helping me.
- No problem. - The pleasure was for Ren.
Hi.
A last one for the road.
Look, man.
These knee pads from the game against Gilroy, they are cheap.
No thanks.
- Do you have any Dalmatian pattern stuff? - Sorry, Coach. We sold everything.
Thin. I shouldn't have eaten that second batch of pancakes.
- Donnie. - Hi, Coach Tugnut.
Isn't that the crampons you wore against Lodi?
Yes.
I will never forget this game.
Your baseball helmet, your soccer ball, your basketball lamp?
And everything is signed by you? It is the business of the century.
Yes, that's what I said to myself. But nobody bought anything.
- I'll take everything. - All?
Yes, these tips are invaluable. I'll give you $ 42 for it.
And...
Thirty-seven cents.
Awesome.
It's official.
He's available and he likes you, that's for sure.
How do you know? He barely spoke.
It's obvious. He came back for one last cookie.
As he said "one last for the road" he looked you straight in the eye.
- Really? - I'm so happy for you.
Come on, see you. I'll call you.
Mr. Pookie?
I can't believe we sold everything.
Yet yes.
Louis, where are your pants?
I sold it for six dollars.
It was a very good day.
Louis, Louis, Louis!
Louis, Louis? Louis!
- Yes. - Have you seen Mr. Pookie?
Pookie. That's it.
You put it in your box for the garage sale, right?
No. Why would I do that? He is part of the family.
That is true.
- My darling. My darling? - Yes?
Ren, honey, do you remember your parakeet, Fifi?
Do you remember when she
flew out the window, you were told:
"Don't worry, maybe one day she will come back"?
It has nothing to do.
Mr. Pookie has been sold. He will never come back.
Is Mr. Pookie gone?
Come in.
Hi my darling.
Ren.
I feel so bad for Mr. Pookie.
- How are you feeling? - Good.
I realize it's time I moved forward.
Plus, stuffed animals are a bit childish.
Okay.
Looks like my little girl is getting big.
- Hello? - Ren, I have bad news.
Scott has recovered with Sandy.
They were only missing that.
Apparently, she sent him hundreds of messages
until he agreed to get back together with her.
- I'm so sorry, Ren. - Me too.
- Give Mr. Pookie a hug. It will be fine. - Okay.
- Come on, see you. - See you.
Mr. Pookie.
So, have you lost your parakeet?
How did you sell Mr. Pookie?
I am growing. I need sleep.
You can sleep in the hospital if you
don't tell me what happened to my Pookie.
Ren, relax. Mom and Dad will buy you a new one tomorrow.
They don't make the Mr. Pookies anymore.
Everything is your fault.
If you weren't so obsessed with your stupid drums...
Wait a bit. My fault?
I didn't put your smelly plush in this box.
- Now let me sleep in peace. - You sold it.
- Who did you sell it to? - I had a million customers.
- I want you to think. Think about it. - Stopped.
- Hey. - Stopped!
- Think about it. - Stopped!
- What is happening here? - She snaps her fingers under my nose!
What?
Mom dad.
I know I said I grew up, but...
This is wrong, and I miss Mr. Pookie and want to be found.
My angel, come this way.
- We all miss Mr. Pookie. - Yes.
Ren, I promise this family will find Mr. Pookie no matter what.
Isn't it, Louis?
Louis?
HAVE YOU SEEN ME? CALL 555-0199
Mr. POOKIE, COME HOME.
Control center HERE.
Thank you. Okay.
Hello?
Pookie?
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
Take good care of this animal. Never leave it unattended.
Never.
Are you alright, son?
With all this Mr. Pookie stuff, I
realize I really miss my sports stuff.
So?
Sorry, Ren.
Ren, check this out. Come over there. Looked.
Four. Here. Looked.
He's plugged in. He's cool.
It is the terror of the neighborhood.
It's the new hip-hop Mr. Pookie.
And now he's talking.
Drop the money.
I stay cool.
Hip-hop, donf.
Looked. Did you see?
We want to hug him, but he's still cool. It solves your problems.
Louis.
You do not understand.
Understand what?
- Hi, Coach. - Hello, Donnie.
- It's my business. - Yes, Donnie.
I bring you your superb sports treasures.
I can't keep them. It wouldn't be good. These are your memories.
- One day, when you're old... - Like you?
Yes like me.
You will want to remember your triumphant
career and look back on it with nostalgia.
Keep your memories, son.
Soon you will have only that left.
Coach, you really are a sentimental guy.
Yes, I wanted to erect a small altar in honor of your successes,
but my wife says there is no more room in the trailer, so...
Thank you. It touches me deeply.
On the other hand, you would have to give me back my money.
I can't go home without it.
Alright, there you go.
What about my 37 cents?
That's 50, 100, 200 balls.
Smitty when you're done putting this on the
shelves, pack the battery. I found him a new home.
Isn't that a Mr. Pookie stuffed animal?
- Yes, she arrived yesterday. - Let me look.
He's missing an eye.
He's Ren's stupid old teddy bear.
Listen.
I have two dollars left. Can you add that with the battery?
Two dollars?
Small, he's an original Mr. Pookie. They are no longer manufactured.
Do you know how much this stuff is worth?
- Ren, are you okay? - It's Mr. Pookie. He came back.
I can't believe he made it home on his own.
- Honey, where did you find it? - He was in my bed.
There is necessarily an explanation.
Are you going out to do another good deed?
What are you talking about?
I saw the label for Gus' store. I know you found Mr. Pookie.
Yes, he looked like he wanted to go home.
Why didn't you tell me you bought it?
You know how you are. You become...
You become all honey, hopping, screaming and affectionate,
- and it's horrible. You don't... - Okay. Shut up. I get it.
What am I supposed to do with these chopsticks? Ren?
Ren? Ren.
- Yes? - Surprise!
- My God. It's not true! - Yes!
You bought me the drums!
Thank you so much!
There you go, son.
Thank you so much! Thank you so much!
You're welcome. Thank you for not being honeyed.
Wow...
I'm going there!
Here is an extraordinary piece. Can you tell me where you found her?
In a garage sale for 75 cents.
Did you know this plate dates from the 18th century?
I like the plates with birds.
This one is rare and magnificent.
How much do you think she's worth?
Eighty-five cents?
More like $ 8,500.
$ 8,500 - 18th CENTURY ROOSTER PLATE.
Who is the pigeon now, Louis?
Subtitles: Simon Steenackers