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hwp Happy birthday.
Who is it?
- Mr. Jacobs?
- Yes?
It me, Frank Hallet.
Hallet?
- Trick or treat!
- What?
Trick or treat!
It Halloween, young lady.
Why aren you out trick-or-treating?
Oh, somebody birthday.
- Whose, yours?
- Yes.
- Well, happy birthday.
- Thank you.
And besides your birthday,
it also Halloween.
Can I tell my father what you want?
My name Frank Hallet.
Your father knows me.
My two kids will be along.
Theye trick-or-treating.
Im just going along to make sure...
...there aren any real goblins
hanging around.
Like dirty old men who try to give
pretty little girls some candy.
Tell your father youe got company.
You better shut the door.
Youll let all the heat out of the house.
Ive seen you around,
but wee never met, have we?
- You came over from England, right?
- Right.
And they don celebrate
Halloween in England?
No.
It a big day here...
...when all the kids get dressed up
in costumes and masks...
...and go around to all the houses...
...and shout, "Trick or treat!"
And youe supposed to act scared.
And if you don give them a treat,
they pull some dirty trick on you.
You mean, no trick-or-treaters
have been by here tonight?
Well, there will be. My two kids
will be along here any minute.
One a green skeleton and
the other a Frankenstein monster.
What considered a treat?
Candy, popcorn, gum,
anything like that.
Would they like a piece of cake?
But that your birthday cake.
You shouldn cut it just for them.
Bravo.
Where your mother?
My mother dead.
But your father here.
He smokes French cigarettes, right?
Am I right about
the French cigarettes?
Yeah.
Where is he, upstairs?
Your father upstairs?
- No, he in his study, working.
- Oh, yes. He a poet.
My mother says he a poet.
And whatever my mother says
automatically has to be true.
It wouldn dare not be.
My mother the lady that leased
this place to you and your father.
Oh, that great.
The kids are gonna love this.
Are my hands cold?
Youe ?
I counted candles.
- That all I had.
- Youe ?
L"II bet you write poetry too.
Id like to read
your poems sometime.
Just you and your father live here?
Just you two?
Yeah.
And Ill bet this is
his favorite chair, isn it?
Yeah.
Whate you got there?
What is that, a hamster?
Oh, let me see.
Well, I just wanna see.
What his name?
Oh, come on. He gotta have a name.
Tell me his name.
Gordon.
Gordon? He cute.
Shouldn you tell
your father Im here?
No, not when he working.
Youe a very pretty girl,
you know that?
Pretty eyes.
Pretty hair.
Pretty girl like you,
and your birthday and all...
No boyfriend?
Come on,
Il bet you got a boyfriend.
L"II bet you got lots of boyfriends,
pretty girl like you.
It okay. It all right. Relax.
I get to spank you on your birthday.
That a custom here.
Yes, you get one spank for every year,
and one to grown on.
See, you got off easy.
Now, don get mad.
It just a game.
It just a silly birthday game,
that all.
You don think I was trying to
be fresh, do you? Don be silly.
Ie got two kids of my own, you know,
and theyll be along any minute.
Here they come now, even.
Well, I off.
Thank you for the treats.
No trick on you tonight.
Hello, boys!
Tell your father I sorry
I missed him. Good night.
Hey, Ive got some treats for you.
There we go.
One for you and one for you.
Come on, boys, let go.
Happy birthday!
Come on, boys, let go, go, go.
Jacobs, Lester and Jacobs, Rynn.
That me.
It what you call a joint account.
Sign here, please.
- Have you got your key?
- Right here.
You can take it into
one of these booths.
Yes, I know. Thank you.
Sign your name again, please.
She only .
My father has an account here.
Lester Jacobs.
Next, please?
Could I have that paper
with my signature on it, please?
Thank you.
Crab apples. No grapes this year.
How are you two
getting along out here?
- Everything all right?
- Yes, just fine.
You do remember me?
I Cora Hallet.
Your father leased
this house from me.
Yeah, I remember you.
- Where did this come from?
- It my father.
This belongs here.
That table and braided rug
belong over there.
Poets aren supposed to live
