Racing with the Moon Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1984
- 108 min
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That was great.
Thanks very much.
Does anyone feel like
taking a breather?
I wouldn't mind.
Well, Gretch, I guess
it's you and me, huh?
You damn Marines.
- You need a hand, huh?
- I do, yes.
Hey, buddy. Hey, you're not allowed
on the floor without any skates.
- No drinks either.
- Relax, I'm leaving.
Here.
Must've gotten a
bad pair of skates.
Yeah.
So tell me about Michael.
What do you wanna
know about Michael?
Like...
Like, is he my boyfriend
or something?
Excuse me?
So your dad's out fishing tonight,
isn't he?
Fishing, right.
No.
No?
- I sort of lied.
- You did? Why'd you do that?
What does your dad do?
He's a gravedigger.
It's not all just digging holes,
like everybody thinks.
There's the grass and
the flowers to look after.
Trees always need
cutting back.
Something about being near the
ocean makes everything grow faster.
That's what he says.
He keeps it real nice.
It's a nice place.
Why don't you take
me there sometime.
She's a Gatsby girl.
If you ask me, you're barking
up the wrong pair of gams.
Who asked?
- I'm just looking out for you!
- Right.
All right, wise guy,
listen to this:
this thing, right?
ground and goes right for it.
Blows the whole
package right off.
One second, you're John Wayne,
and the next, you're Minnie Mouse.
- Nicky, there are other things.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Like what?
Like, other things.
Okay. I just hate to see you spend
the last few weeks of your manhood
- chasing something you
can't catch. - Go away.
Oh, I get it!
You want a picture
for your wallet.
You want some girl who's gonna send
you flowers, poems and sweethearts...
- Shut up!
- That's it, isn't it?
- Yeah, well, what's wrong
with that? - Nothing.
But I'll tell you something.
I ain't gonna be no sap to some skirt.
Because when I finish killing Japs,
I ain't coming back here.
I want nothing to
do with this place.
- Give me your hand.
- Thank you.
- Here.
- What is this place?
Danny's Tap Room.
Or what's left of it.
This is the stage.
That...
...used to be the bar.
Over in the corner used to be a
couple of nickelodeon machines.
They're gone now.
My dad used to sneak me in here.
What do you do here?
Whatever I want.
What do you think?
It's kind of spooky.
- You wanna leave?
- No.
Just feels like someone's listening.
What is this?
This is...
...the best thing
about this place.
A piano.
Does it work?
- Plays up a storm.
- It couldn't.
It could.
It's magic.
- Magic?
- Magic.
- Do you play?
- A little.
Play something.
Not a key sticks.
How'd you learn
to play like that?
Lessons.
The day Eddie Richards tries to throw
Tommy Lester out at third base...
...hits him in the head...
...I'm doing this...
...for Mr. Arthur, my teacher.
Tommy gets a concussion...
...and I miss it.
And I've never forgiven
my mother for that.
Wish I could play like that.
Come here.
Come here, I'll teach you.
Come on, sit down.
Okay, give me your hand.
Okay, you do this.
Repeat it.
That's it?
Well, you could try my part.
What's your part?
Think I'd better go.
When do you leave?
Next month.
- Hi. Sorry, I forgot my key.
- Oh, it's all right.
- What's this?
- Alice brought you a present.
Oh, they're back.
- Did you get something?
- Yes.
She gave me some scented soap,
and they gave me a robe.
Is it pretty?
It's pretty.
It's a size 44.
- It's pretty.
- Oh, Mom.
- Where is she?
- She's upstairs.
I'm gonna try it on.
Just a minute.
- Alice, this is beautiful.
- Well, I thought it would be.
You know, it annoys the hell out
of me that I can't wear that color.
I don't know what to say.
- "Merry Christmas" will do.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Caddie.
Sit down.
I thought that your first
Christmas in a new town,
where you knew maybe three people,
wouldn't be your favorite.
Thank you, Alice.
Alice.
Hello, Caddie. Merry Christmas.
Don't you look pretty!
Merry Christmas, Mr. Donnelly.
Alice, I'm down in the pantry
- all over the place. Will you hurry?
- I'm hurrying, Daddy.
How do you like
those pearls, Caddie?
Beautiful.
- Please, darling.
- Yes, Daddy.
- Hey, Nash.
- Hi.
Aren't you supposed
to be in school?
Sometimes I just
don't make it.
How come?
I don't know.
Figure, what's the point?
If you were in school, you wouldn't
have to leave so soon.
Well, a war's going on. I'm gonna have
to go sooner or later. What about you?
Oh, I got to finish up early at my
old school because we were moving.
Oh, that's good.
So I guess you got plans
for this morning.
No.
You?
No.
No, I don't.
- Sure you know where you're going?
- Positive.
Nicky put an arrow
around here someplace.
That tree!
There's an arrow on the
other side of that tree.
- There is! - That arrow points
directly to the pond.
Good ol' Nicky.
Points straight up.
Nicky always was a fool.
Well...
We know it's not that way,
so it's gotta be that way,
that way or that way.
Or somewhere in between.
Right.
I wish Argus was here.
You found it?
Oh, that's beautiful.
How did you find
this place anyway?
My father sort of gave
it to me and Nicky.
Gave it to you?
He'd make these maps,
these treasure maps,
and then me and Nicky
would follow them
and dig whatever was
up at the other end.
One time we ended up here.
He wrapped up this watch.
See there?
And he put it out
there in the middle.
Me and Nicky spent what
must've been about an hour
sloshing around in the
mud on the bottom.
Crawling around.
I don't think my dad cared
whether we ever found the watch.
It was this place.
Yeah.
He sounds wonderful.
What do you say
we cool off?
It's January.
It's hot.
Henry, we can come back in
the spring, when it warms up.
I won't be here
when it warms up.
Come on,
what do you say?
- It's hot.
- It's hot.
Hot!
I'm so hot.
I don't have my
bathing suit on.
Well, when me and Nicky came here,
we never used to wear bathing suits.
All right.
You can wear your understuff
if you wanna.
Seeing as it's
January and all.
Come on, it's great!
Come on!
Hurry up!
Just jump in.
It's pretty cold.
So does anybody else
know about this place?
I don't think so.
- I guess we have it to ourselves, then.
- Yeah. Guess so.
You know, it's not that bad.
I think I'm getting used to it.
Yeah, your body
just has to adjust.
What made you think
of coming here?
I don't know.
It's one of my favorite places.
You're shaking.
So are you.
She's a nice girl.
And money on top of it all.
You're lucky, Hop.
I think she's the one, Nicky.
You know what I mean?
Johnny Lester came in today.
His brother's dead.
Tommy?
He died on an island.
Guadel, or...
- Guod...
- Guadalcanal.
Yeah.
Funeral's tomorrow.
Johnny said we're invited. Wanna go?
- I don't think so.
- Yeah.
Me either.
You know what I want, Henry?
I want an eagle right here.
A tattoo.
Yeah.
Just wait till those Japs see me and
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