The Magic of Belle Isle

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Well, it's been

Building up inside of me for

Oh, I don't know how long

I don't know why

But I keep thinking something's bound

To go wrong

But she looks in my eyes

And makes me realize

When she says

Don't worry, baby

Everything will turn out all right

Don't worry, baby

I guess I should've

kept my mouth shut

When I started

to brag about my car

But I can't back down now

Because I pushed

the other guys too far

She makes me come alive

And makes me wanna drive,

when she says

Don't worry, baby

Everything will turn out all right

Don't worry, baby

Everything will turn out all right...

What is all that crap

on the windshield?

It's ash from the fire.

This is where you're bringing me?

It's rent-free.

Before or after it burns down?

There's nothing to worry about.

The fire's way

on the other side of the lake.

I need a drink.

That's Al Kaiser.

There's Don Burke.

He lives here full-time.

Could use a little more lift

in that jump shot.

Girls, go in the house.

Fill up all the pots with water

and bring it on the front porch.

We're on it!

It's essential we remain

calm in a crisis.

I'd hardly call it a crisis, Mother.

This house has been

in my family for 83 years,

and it's not gonna burn up on my watch.

It can burn up on my watch.

Hey, it's not that often that you see

a beautiful woman on the roof.

Not nearly enough.

Mom loves this stuff.

So do I.

You're both crazy.

Mother!

If my phone's ruined, you're dead!

Mama!

Finny throwed water on Willow.

Girls, I don't want you

to play with the water.

All right.

This is it.

Does it have indoor plumbing?

It's a nice place.

Dog Dave wanted to sell it,

but I convinced him

to wait a couple months.

"Dog

Yeah, he used to have four dogs.

There's only one left,

but the name stuck.

Anyway, he said you could stay here

for the summer.

My good fortune.

Come on, Uncle Monte.

It'll be good for you.

You can spend

the whole summer relaxing,

taking in the beauty.

Nothing to do except

for look after the dog.

Make that nothing to do.

Well, he'll come back

when he's hungry.

Hopefully not.

My mother has the blazing

inferno under control.

It's okay to stand down, Mrs. O'Neil.

The fire's been contained.

Thanks for your cooperation, as always.

Thank you, Captain.

Finnegan throwed water on Willow.

Well, I'm sure she'll be

a good firefighter someday.

Just leave it there.

I can do it myself.

Don't need any help.

Nice to see

you're keeping your spirits up.

Here's your donut.

Is that all right?

Yeah, I got it.

Girls. It's not polite to stare.

Why don't we go in

and have some lunch, okay? Come on.

You wanna try it out?

I need a drink.

I'll get the typewriter.

Toss it in the garbage.

This might be

a good place to write.

She's a black-hearted whore,

and I'm done with her.

Aaah!

What's he yelling at?

Life.

All righty.

Just in case.

You want me to write?

I'll write.

Well, it's a start.

Here.

What, does this establishment

not provide its patrons with a proper glass?

Why bother?

If I start drinking straight out of the bottle,

young Henry,

I will have most assuredly surrendered

the last vestige of propriety

remaining in my life.

And I shall, by all accounts,

consider myself a lost cause.

Well, God knows we don't want that.

I stocked the pantry for the summer,

and there's plenty of Hungry-Man dinners

in the freezer.

Here.

You can use this if you need to.

Dog Dave left a note on the fridge

about when

you're supposed to feed Ringo.

And who is Ringo?

That's the dog.

What kind of name is that for a dog?

Well, it was John, Paul,

George, and Ringo.

Oh, clever.

Don't expect me to take messages

along with all the rest of my duties.

Hi, it's Dave.

That's me on drums.

Leave a message.

Monte, if you're there, pick up.

It's Joe Viola. We need to talk.

All right. I confess.

I gave Joe the number.

Hey, I got some interesting news.

So call me back, all right?

I think you should

hear what he has to say.

And what might be the topic

of that conversation?

Nobody cares

about a writer nobody reads.

Nobody reads you

because you don't write.

Drinking is

a very demanding profession.

And I can't hold down

two jobs at once.

You have always been

your own worst enemy.

What the hell did you

bring that for?

Well...

I wanna remember how proud Mary

was when they gave it to you.

And how you brought it

to the hospital

and hung it on the wall

for her to see

when she opened her eyes.

She was always there for you.

Till she wasn't.

Uncle Monte, she didn't leave you.

She had cancer.

She left me!

Well, there's more to life

than the way you're living it.

Stuff your ideas in the suggestion box

on your way out.

I'll be by to check on you.

And when you do, you'll

find me dead by my own hand,

a smoking Navy Colt Revolver

by my side,

and a note of farewell,

to no one in particular.

Sounds like a plan.

He screams a lot

'cause he's crazy.

I seen him swallow a rat

and then puke it up.

He likes to puke.

He sounds bulimic.

Stay outta my story.

He likes to chew

on spiders and cockroaches,

so he can puke his guts out

all over the floor.

But his favorite...

is big, fat, juicy worms.

Finn, don't scare her.

Shut up, Willow Tree.

I'm looking out for my family.

- Whatever.

- Now...

if he even looks at you,

you just make the sign of the cross,

just like with vampires.

Perfect.

You know what he likes

to do late at night?

What?

He looks for an open window,

sneaks in,

crawls right up

to where you're sleeping,

sticks out his long, slimy tongue,

and licks your feet.

Finn, stop it!

If you catch him licking

your feet, do not,

I repeat

do not open your eyes.

If he sees that you're awake,

he'll bite off a toe

and swallow it whole!

Dinner's ready.

Mother, Finn's scaring Flora again.

She keeps making up stuff

about the man at Dog Dave's,

says he eats worms.

Well, maybe he was hungry.

Poor Don.

Yeah, with all that basketball,

he was in such good shape.

That is why I always refrain

from any form of exercise.

You'll get to see him again.

He'll visit soon.

What's going on?

Flora misses Daddy.

Oh... I know, sweetie.

This has been hard on all of us.

But you know he's gonna visit soon.

Why can't you and Daddy

get married again?

Oh... I wish we could.

You know,

sometimes mommies and daddies

just can't be happy together.

I tried to explain that to her, but...

Are you happy now?

Oh...

I have my three girls...

and that's all I ever want.

Aaaah!

Mmm...

kindred spirit.

Ahh...

Ah, you must be the dog.

Be seated.

We have some things to discuss.

Dog Dave has left you

in my care for the summer.

Right off,

we're gonna change your name.

You are not some

rock 'n' roll icon from Liverpool.

You're a dog,

and you shall be named appropriately.

You will take pride in this name,

and one day, thank me.

I shall call you...

Spot

It's a good name...

even though you don't have spots.

It's not about spots,

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