Down the Shore Page #3

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I'm the landlord,

remember?

Yeah, well, things

are tough all over.

Yeah.

You just gonna sit there,

or you gonna start the thing?

Got nothing else to do.

I can see it.

You missed out!

And, uh, give me

the spiel, too, okay?

- What spiel?

- "What spiel"? The bullshit you say

that makes this ridiculous

thing fun.

You gotta pay for bullshit.

Come on, at least

blow the whistle.

- 50 cents.

- 50 cents, huh?

You want 50 cents?

Here, keep the change.

Blow it twice.

Nice catch.

That's a pathetic whistle,

you know that?

All right, boys and girls.

Atlantic Coastline

going down the straightaway.

- Unbelievable.

- Here we go.

Bailey, there's your

French buddy.

Feel the wind in your hair.

Yeah, maybe you should

borrow his spiel.

No, seriously, man.

If he can bring in

business like this

in the winter,

we might actually make

some money in the summer.

Well, the kids like a change.

It'll pass.

Go, quick, you got it!

He's got the look.

What's that, tight pants?

No, it's called success,

Bailey.

I didn't think

you'd recognize it.

It's one ride.

Yeah, well, lucky me that one ride's

sittin' on my real estate.

You know, I've been really fair

to you over the years.

Yeah, meaning what?

Meaning, if you're

making money now,

I think it's about time

I raise your rent a little bit.

Since when

do you need money?

Don't worry about

what I need.

I've always bailed you out,

no questions asked.

Now it's your turn, okay?

- Hi, Dad.

- It's your turn.

Hey, pal.

How are ya?

- Good.

- Listen, I got a great idea.

What do you say we blow this dump

and get a couple hot dogs, huh?

No, that's okay, Dad.

I have to stay and help Bailey.

- I'm his partner.

- Yeah.

I've gotta blow the whistle.

Okay, pal.

You blow the whistle.

Okay, you ready? Go.

Come catch it, okay?

Okay, I wanna see you

getting more rings.

# Long afloat #

# On shipless oceans #

# I did all my best #

# To smile #

# Till your singing #

# Eyes and fingers #

# Drew me loving #

#To your isle #

# And you sang #

# Sail to me #

# Sail to me,

let me enfold you #

# Here I am #

# Waiting #

# To hold you #

# Did I dream#

# You dreamed about me? #

# Were you hare #

# When I was fox? #

# Now my foolish boat #

# Is leaning #

# Broken lovelorn #

# On your rocks #

# For you sing #

# Touch me not #

# Touch me not,

come back tomorrow #

# Oh, my heart #

# Oh, my heart... #

# Shies from the sorrow #

# I'm as puzzled #

# As the newborn child #

# I'm as troubled #

# As the tide #

# Should I stand #

# Amid the breakers? #

# Or should I lie #

# With death my bride? #

# Hear me sing #

# Swim to me #

# Swim to me,

let me unfold... #

I've thought about it,

and I'm just gonna take

that money with me.

I don't know where

it came from,

or why Bailey

buried it out there.

But I do know he's

never been the same since.

I care about him

so much it hurts.

Besides, it's not doing

any good where it is.

So what's the harm?

Okay, can you

take this one, please?

Look, aren't they

beautiful, Bailey?

I love it.

We're gonna make

a fortune with this.

Ah, merde.

Lost one.

I wanna say hello

to Bailey and Jack!

No, no, no, Martin.

Not today!

Bailey!

Hey, Jack.

What are you doing?

Hey, where you been all week?

- Home with mom.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Marty come here.

- I have a job for you, come.

- Okay.

Hey, there,

how are you? Good?

- Where is your mom?

- Over there.

Look at this, huh?

You see?

You have to tie it up here.

And after, we put it

all over here, look.

Hey.

Come, give it to me. Give it to me.

- Wait, okay.

- You can have some.

Oh, thank you.

Where you been?

Around.

- Want a balloon?

- Try to tie it here.

Sure. Ha.

You shouldn't keep Martin

away from us all week.

- We need him.

- Yeah, Mom.

I gotta help Bailey

and Jack, see?

Yes, Jacques is...

...with the balloons, eh?

What's "Trey mal dwa"?

That is "two thumbs up,"

you know?

- "Two thumbs up."

- Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's tough

when he's not around.

Hold it, hold it.

What's with the sunglasses?

Yeah?

I mean, you know...

Wait, come on.

No, don't. Give them--

Come on, give 'em back.

How'd you get that?

Cabinet door in the kitchen.

Really stupid.

Didn't see it was open

till I-- pfft--

smacked right into it.

Gotta be more careful.

I say it to Martin all the time,

but, uh, I don't take

my own advice.

Marty, you a big boy, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

So you have to be careful.

Look at Mommy.

You have to close

the cabinet door when you open.

It wasn't me.

All right, that's it, that's it.

Let's go home.

No, no, no, we will-- let--

wait and see what's happening.

No, don't wait and see.

Just take the balloons...

and put them in the ticket thing

and I'll cover the rides.

- Okay, okay.

- Come on, come on.

- We're gonna go home.

- Come here, Marty.

- Go say good-bye to Bailey and Jack.

- Well, where are they going?

- Marty.

- Home.

- Can we go with them?

- No, no, sweetie. Not today.

No, why don't you

come on over?

No. No, Bailey.

I wanna go

with Bailey and Jack!

Do you wanna

go see a movie?

- Yeah.

- Okay. Then say good-bye.

Okay.

Good-bye, Mr. Mouse.

See ya soon, Mr. Flea.

- Okay, that sounds good.

- I know.

Be careful, okay?

Take it easy.

- Okay.

- Ciao.

Ciao.

Somebody beat her up.

What?

Mary.

She lie about the cabinet.

You know?

Mary doesn't lie to me.

Come on.

So you lie to yourself.

Shut up, okay?

Hey, if something that I know,

it's the face of a woman

when a man beat her up.

Why's that?

What, do you hit women?

Huh?

Come on, are you crazy,

or what?

You hit my sister?

I'm talking about Mary.

No, I don't hit your sister.

I didn't hit her, okay?

They're afraid.

Mary and the boy,

look at them.

Can you see?

And look at you.

Big, strong, and everything

and you cannot help them

in any way.

This must be something

I don't understand.

Yeah, that's right.

So just mind

your f***ing business.

What?

The door

to Mary's old house is open.

- Who lives there?

- Nobody.

Strange.

Hey, Wiley,

what are you doing here?

F***.

You still crashing the party,

huh, Bailey?

What are you doing?

I'm living the high life,

a**hole.

How 'bout you?

Look who's here,

the f***ing "French Connection."

What the hell is happening to you?

I got demons, Bailey.

You got demons.

Yeah.

You got a wife and a kid,

that's what you got.

Get up.

Come on.

Hey, I'm messing

with your head.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You selfish idiot.

Come on, let's go.

You don't know sh*t,

you sorry f***.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

I'm sorry.

You know...

about Susan.

I really loved her.

Pretty Susan.

Pretty Black-Eyed Susan.

You know, Wiley...

I never see

Black-Eyed Susan.

Never.

F*** you.

You know

what I see? Huh?

I see Black-Eyed Mary.

Yeah? Do you like

Black-Eyed Mary?

- Shut up.

- Do you like Black-Eyed Mary?

That's enough.

That's enough.

- That's enough.

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