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- Positive.

- You could have asked, couldn't you?

Why should I ask when I know?

Is it beneath your dignity

to ask directions?

Mom, it ain't...

- Isn't.

- Isn't his dignity.

Dad just knows, that's all.

There she is.

Turnoff for the beach

is just a little further down the road.

This is a road?

Honey, we're almost over

the worst of it now.

In a few minutes

you'll be swimming in that surf.

Think of all that wonderful privacy.

I'd enjoy the wonderful privacy of a nice

bubble bath right at the moment.

Mom, you always

think about civilization.

Don't knock it, son.

Just get a whiff of that air.

Honey, you're gonna love it.

There's the beach.

That's where Joe and I camped,

there at the base of that jetty.

- Who lives in those houses, Doug?

- Nobody.

They've been empty for years.

Picked clean.

- It's beautiful.

- How do we get down there?

There's a road down the side

of the bluff. Come on, let's take a look.

I was happy that we had finally arrived

at Doug's beach...

... but there was something about that jetty,

I didn't know what.

Reaching out into the water,

gaunt and ugly at low tide.

I hated that jetty the moment I saw it.

Road's still there.

Just a little washed out.

- It's a cinch, Mom.

- Doug, what was that pier for?

They used to fish here for money.

End of the war ended that.

They used the jetty for loading.

Did you fish off

the end of the pier?

We sure did, son. Say, if you had

a freckle for every barracuda...

...that I caught off

the end of that pier...

Honey?

Well, this is it. Everybody out.

Boy, look at all that firewood.

I'm vice president in charge of the fire.

You promised.

Mr. Vice President, lunch in 10 minutes.

I'll be back.

Dad, Mom, I'm glad we're here.

That's for sure.

Before we unpack, I'd better move

the trailer to a better spot.

Okay. Put my shoes in there,

will you please, Doug?

Know something?

I'm glad we're here. That's for sure.

Helen, I've looked forward to this

all the time I was in the Army.

The three of us,

out in the middle of nowhere.

All this wonderful privacy.

Nothing to do but eat, swim, sleep.

Nothing to do but eat, swim and sleep.

You're like a kid out of school.

A kid?

Well, we'll talk about that later.

I have a feeling

I'm going to enjoy it here too.

You will.

I'm enjoying it more already.

"P-E-L-l-G-R-O."

- Doug, lunch is ready.

- You mean I'm not dreaming?

- The iced tea will get warm.

- Let it.

Well, the sun is hot, we'll get warm.

Where's Bobby?

Oh, I don't know.

Off in a cloud of firewood, I guess.

- You better call him.

- Later.

No, now.

Why, you...

Go on, call him.

We told him lunch in 10 minutes.

He must be starving.

Okay, you win.

See him anyplace?

No, but he can't be far.

Stop being native

and see if you can get him here.

Bobby.

- Bobby, lunch.

- Bobby.

That kid. The way he's able to disappear.

Doug. Look, out there on the jetty.

Bobby. Bobby.

Hey, son, come on back.

Lunch.

Bobby.

Bobby, come on back in here.

Bobby.

Bobby.

My foot's stuck,

and I can't get it out.

Bobby, come on back in here.

Bobby, can you hear me?

- Bobby...

- Doug, what does this mean?

"P-E-L-l-G-R-O."

Danger.

Bobby, are you all right?

My foot's stuck,

and I can't get it out.

Doug, something's happened.

He's trying to say something to us. Listen.

My foot's stuck,

and I can't get it out.

I'll go out after him.

Bobby, stay right where you are,

I'm coming after you.

Don't get excited, Bobby.

I'll be right there.

Take it easy, Bobby.

We'll have you back in a minute.

There we are.

This thing's shaky, Dad.

Probably won't hold the two of us.

- Don't worry.

- You better go back.

Don't you worry about that, Bobby.

You really got that stuck, haven't you?

Relax your foot.

Let me see if I can get that shoe off.

This might hurt a little bit, son. Just hold it.

- There we go.

- Gosh, why didn't I think of that?

Because you're like your mom, son.

You get too excited, that's why.

Here, let's put this on.

Sit down, get comfortable.

We don't want you to pick up

any splinters.

There we go.

See if you can stand on it, boy.

Okay? All right,

now, take it easy, Bobby.

Nice and slow.

There we go, fella.

You better go across first.

These planks might not hold us.

- Okay.

- Take it easy.

Is he all right?

Yeah, he's okay.

His foot just got stuck.

- I'll wait here till you get across, Bobby.

- Okay.

Attaboy, son. Take it nice and easy.

Careful, Bobby.

- Doug.

- Dad. Dad.

Doug, are you all right?

Are you hurt?

It missed me.

That piling, it busted.

What's the matter, Doug?

Can't you get up?

No.

- Your foot seems to be caught.

- Can't pull it loose.

Bobby. Bobby, go up and get the shovel,

we'll just dig it a little bit, that's all.

- You're sure you're not hurt?

- I'm not, that's the strange part of it.

I can't figure out why.

- The weight of this timber...

- I can't feel it.

Honey, don't worry about it.

We'll dig it out.

- Here's the shovel, Dad.

- Let me have it, Bobby.

Can't I help?

I can dig better than Mom.

You can take turns, son.

- Does it hurt?

- No worse than a kick in the shins.

- Gosh, it's all my fault too.

- How do you figure that?

If I hadn't climbed up this blamed old thing,

none of this would have happened.

Wasn't your fault, Bobby.

Doug, this is solid rock.

- Here, I'm a good digger.

- Yeah.

- Let me try.

- Yeah, wait a minute, Bobby.

I just can't pull it loose.

The piling is jammed between

those boulders.

We could lift it with the car jack.

Sure. Why didn't I think of that?

- I'll get it, Dad.

- Attaboy.

There. Right down at the end.

That'll be the spot for the jack.

I got it, I got it.

Got it, Mom.

That's it, honey. Just a few more notches.

I can move my foot a little.

Just a little bit more, baby.

The angle pin's broken. It's useless.

Bobby, come on.

Pull as hard as you can.

- Helen. Helen, wait.

- Bobby, are you pulling hard?

This isn't doing any good.

- Get over and push.

- You're wearing yourself out.

- Doug, we've gotta get you out.

- Helen. Stop it.

- I'm sorry.

- Be quiet, Bobby.

Bobby.

Bobby, go up to the car

and unhook the trailer.

Okay, Dad.

Helen.

Helen, remember when Bobby

was two years old...

...and he cut himself on some glass?

You saved his life that day.

Remember how?

By keeping your head.

You did get hysterical for a while...

...but I finally convinced you

that you had to calm down.

One of us had to go for the doctor,

while one of us stayed.

Worked out fine, remember?

Now, let's work along

those same lines today.

Above all,

don't let yourself get hysterical.

I won't, I promise.

What do you want me to do?

First, I want you to know one thing.

The two of you alone will never be able

to move this timber.

- What else can we do?

- We could use the car, if we had a rope.

- We have, in the trailer. I'll get it.

- No.

That rope is too light. It'd break.

- We've gotta get a heavier rope.

- But where?

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