INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Outside, a car HORN sounds. We see Wallstreet in neat "Saturday Night clothes" for the movies, frantically making four peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches. He puts them in a brown bag. He gets an apple from the nearby fruit tray, grabs a Dr. Pepper canned soda from the cupboard, and places them all in the bag. He heads for the door.

EXT. WHARTON MANSION/DRIVEWAY - NIGHT

Washington is standing next to an old 1923 Lincoln L-Series Phaeton. He looks at his watch. Margaret, fully made up and very well dresed, shuffle out of the front door with Wallstreet who holds the brown bag in his hand.

WASHINGTON:     Hmm, you're late--we might as well forget about the movies.

WALLSTREET:     Dad, nooo!

MARGARET:     All right! All right! We're flying!

Washington opens the passenger's side door for Margaret. Wallstreet hurriedly gets in the back of the car. They are all laughing, a happy family.

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - NIGHT

The Lincoln is immediately on the road to the cinema. Wallstreet twists to look at the sidewalk, looking at a familiar sight: and old intellectually disabled HOMELESS MAN in worn out World War 1 army uniform on the sidewalk begging for alms. The three stray dogs--Old Chow, Germ and (yes, he's back) B.T. are with him.

The car stops. We FOLLOW as Wallstreet gets off, carrying the brown bag, struts toward the old man and the dogs.

GERM:     Hey, guys, the poor little rich boy is back.

The old man promptly stands up like an old soldier upon seeing Wallstreet, makes a snappy salute.

HOLLYWOOD VERSION