The Making of 'The Goonies' Page #2

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put it back up...

What's this?

Wait a second.

Chunk!

I didn't touch it.

I know. Get over here.

Hold this.

Why me, Mike?

Thanks for taking us up here.

There's a real big ball...

...and it's got this thing...

What are you doing?

Mike found a map.

And look. That says "1632."

Is that a year?

No. It's your top score

on Pole Position.

Yes, it's a year.

It's a map of our coastline.

What's all that Spanish junk

right there?

Mouth, you said you can translate.

Translate.

Yeah, translate it.

"Ye intruders beware.

Crushing death and grief...

...soaked with blood

of the trespassing thief."

This map is old news.

Everybody went looking for that

when our parents were our age.

Haven't you heard of him?

What's his name?

The pirate guy. One-Eyed Willy.

One-Eyed Willy!

The most famous pirate in his time.

My dad told me all about him.

Dad'll do anything

to put you to sleep.

No! See, One-Eyed Willy

stole a treasure once.

And it was full of rubies

and emeralds...

And diamonds?

And diamonds. Then he loaded it

onto his ship...

...and sailed away into the sunset.

Until the British king found out

about it...

...and sent out his whole armada

to go after him.

It took them a couple of weeks

to catch up with Willy.

Then there was a whole big war...

...between the armada

and Willy's ship, the Inferno.

During the firefight, there were...

...guns and cannons bursting

here and there.

Then Willy fled, because he knew

he'd get killed if he stayed around.

And then he got into this cave...

...and the British blew up

the walls around him.

He got caved in,

and he's been there ever since.

- Forever?

- Forever.

And ever?

Trapped.

You sound as corny as Dad does.

My dad tells the truth.

Know what he said?

He said One-Eyed Willy and his bunch

were down there for years.

They were digging tunnels and caves.

- Setting booty traps.

- Booby traps.

Setting booby traps so anybody who

tried to get in would die.

Then he killed all his men.

- Why?

- Why kill all of them?

So they wouldn't get his treasure.

Wait a minute.

If he killed all his men,

how did the map get out?

My dad said one of the guys must

have gotten out with the map.

- Hey, Mikey, I believe you.

- I don't believe you at all.

What did you break this time, Chunk?

Hey, you guys, look at this.

You ever hear of this guy?

Chester Copperpot.

Look what it says.

"Chester Copperpot, missing while

in pursuit of local legend.

Reclusive scavenger claims,

'I have the key...

...to One-Eyed Willy.'"

Wow, do you guys realize

what we could do?

Nobody ever found nothing.

Why would this map be in this attic...

...when it could be in some

safe-deposit box, right?

Right. If Chester Copperpot didn't

find it, how would we find it?

But what if? You guys...

...what if this map can lead

to One-Eyed Willy's rich stuff?

We wouldn't have to leave

the Goon Docks.

Come on, Mike.

I don't want to go on any more

of your Goonie adventures.

Where are you going?

You don't want to do this?

Jerk alert.

Can I help you?

Hello, little guys.

I'm Mr. Perkins, Troy's father.

We know Troy, he's a cheap guy.

My dad's not home, Mr. Perkins.

Is your mommy here?

No, she's down at the market buying

Pampers for all us kids.

Papers.

Well, you can give these papers to

your father to read through and sign.

We'll be by to pick them up

in the morning.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- What is that?

- It's Dad's business.

But what is it?

I told you it was Dad's business.

Look at them smiling.

They can't wait till tomorrow

to foreclose on whatever it's called.

Trash the Goon Docks.

I hope they make our house

a sand trap.

And never get their balls out.

You know, I think they made me

lose my appetite.

Come on, before you catch a real cold.

You're sure of yourself.

The foreclosure is a definite.

Oh, God, am I depressed.

If I found One-Eyed Willy's rich

stuff, I'd pay all my dad's bills.

Then he could sleep at night...

...instead of sitting up

figuring how we can stay.

- Me too.

- Me three.

Forget any adventures, limp lungs.

If I let you out, Mom will ground

me, and I've got a date with Andy.

You're dreaming, dude. No way.

Her mom has to drive, and then you

gotta make it with her and her mom.

- Shut up, Mouth.

- Yeah, Mouth.

Shut up, Data.

Jesus!

What'll we do about that country club?

It's killing our parents.

If we don't do something...

...there'll be a golf course

where we're standing.

Brand, how far can you stretch that?

It's not that hard.

Get off me, Chunk.

- Get off me!

- I got you.

What are you doing?

It took his 376 lawn mowing jobs

to pay for it.

It's his favorite thing in the world.

Now it's his flattest.

Let's go!

I'll hit you so hard, when you wake

your clothes will be out of style!

Mom. You've got to let me

out of here.

Can't you learn how to exercise

like a normal kid?

Look! You're hyperventrilicating.

Where's your brother?

Mom!

What's wrong with you people?

Rosalita, come here.

You gotta let me out of here.

Rosalita!

Rosalita, come here.

You gotta let me out of this.

- Hi, Mikey.

- Hi, Dad!

Hey, wait for me!

If you don't bring your brother home,

I'll commit Hare Krishna!

That's hara-kiri, Ma.

- That's exactly what I said.

- What?

My new tires!

They popped my new tires, the son of...

I'm gonna kill...

- My bike! My bike!

- I owe you one.

He's got my bike! I want my bike!

Gold Rock Beach is around

this next curve.

I have a feeling about this.

Every time you have feeling,

we get in trouble.

You're the one who always gets us

in trouble, 00-Negative.

I'm James Bond, 007, not 00-Negative.

I'm hungry. When my stomach growls,

there's trouble.

Shut up, Chunk!

You made me go up this big

hill and said give me a Twinkie.

I'll be late for dinner,

and my mom'll yell at me.

She's not gonna let me eat dinner,

and she's gonna punish me!

Anybody got a candy bar?

A Baby Ruth?

I can't believe it. That's it.

Those three rocks out there.

One, two, three.

Troy! You touch that mirror again,

and I'll smack you in the face.

There's Brand.

Like the bike.

What is he doing?

No wonder he can't get a license.

Oh, no.

Brand, can we give you

a ride somewhere?

No. Thanks anyway.

Walsh, let us give you a little ride.

Hold on. Here we go!

- Troy!

- Let go of my arm!

Oh, no.

Let go of my hand!

Oh, my God!

So long, sucker!

- Forget it!

- Come on!

- This better be it, Mikey.

- Shut up, Chunk.

Guys?

I think I have a match.

I'm sure of it.

The lighthouse, the rock and

the restaurant all fit the doubloon.

That must mean the rich stuff

is near the restaurant.

Wait a second.

Mouth, I need you to translate.

I don't understand Spanish.

- Right here.

- All right, all right.

- What's that?

- 10 times 10.

A hundred.

"Stretching feet...

...to nearest northern point."

- Which way is north?

- "That's where you'll find the treat."

That's it!

- That's north.

- Near the restaurant.

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