The Making of 'The Goonies' Page #3

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One, two, three, four,

five...

...six, seven, eight, nine...

Wait a minute. Somebody's there.

Sixty and another 40 is an even 100.

Right to the restaurant.

The rich stuff is there.

I don't know about it, Mikey.

It's getting late.

That's a summer place.

Why is it open in the fall?

There's nothing to be scared of.

Two customers went inside the place.

What if they're not customers?

What if they're drug dealers?

Drug dealers?

Did you see their clothes? Drug

dealers don't wear polyester rags.

Mikey, Mikey!

That sounded like gunshots.

Not the kind you hear in movies,

but real ones. They're gonna kill us.

Turn off your brain.

Somebody dropped a pot.

Yeah, a pot!

Are you sure, Mikey?

Because if you're sure, I'm sure.

If it's not the pots,

they might try to kill us.

They're gonna kill us!

Chunk, shut up!

Soda pop! Boy, am I thirsty!

Damn it!

What's that?

Come on, hurry up! Hurry up!

The cook is carrying something

to the kitchen.

Yeah, food.

Don't let them see us.

ORV.

Bullet holes.

Bullet holes?!

Shut up, Chunk.

This is a summer restaurant? I bet

it hasn't been open in 10 summers.

How long you boys been at that window?

Long enough to see you need about

How am I supposed to create

with that Smithsonian piece of sh*t?!

Jake, these boys are customers.

Boys...

...make yourselves comfortable, huh?

She's gonna cook you something.

What do you want?

- Lots of water.

- Water, water, water.

Four waters. Is that all?

No.

I want veal scallopini.

I want a good fettucini Alfredo.

A bottle of fettucine, 1981.

The only thing we serve is tongue.

You boys like tongue?

That's all?

Sit down!

Are you all right, Chunk?

Hey, guys.

What happened to the two guys

in the polyester who came before us?

- What happened to them?

- What is it? Spit it out.

You guys, if we don't

get out of here soon...

...there's gonna be

some kind of hostage crisis.

Out in the garage, ORV,

four-wheel drive...

...bullet holes the size of matzo ba...

Chunk, I'm starting to O.D.

On all your bullshit stories.

Here's your water.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, ma'am.

I mean "ma'am."

This is supposed to be water?

It's wet, isn't it? Drink it!

Where's the men's room, please?

- Can't you hold it?

- No.

Mikey, this ain't the kind of place

you want to go to the bathroom in.

Why not?

Because they might have

daddy longlegs in them.

- But I gotta go to the bathroom.

- Like dead things, Mikey.

Hey, Mikey, gotta go to the bathroom?

- Killer dead things. Big. Please.

- Lady, please!

- Downstairs, first door on the right.

- Thank you.

- Stay to the right!

- Please, Mikey, dead things.

Stay to the right!

I know it's to the right, thank you.

I know you're down here,

One-Eyed Willy. You've gotta be.

I can feel it, One-Eyed Willy.

I know you're down here.

Oh, man, that stinks.

What the hell is that?

You're ruining it!

Look at the feast I made you.

Look at the feast I made you.

Want to eat it?

Have some. You'll get something.

You don't leave me any choice.

You don't leave me any choice!

You're just like Mom and Francis.

You never let me finish.

Why can't you stay at home?

I'm taking you out of here right now.

Let's get out of here!

Get out of here!

And stay out!

Kids suck.

I swear on my life, they've got it.

An It! A giant It!

They got it chained to the wall!

It came into the light

gross and distorted.

Like your brain, right?

Say goodbye.

Hey, look at that.

- Ma, why'd you have to shoot him?

- He's a fed.

We could've taken him to the side

of a road and shot him in the brain.

- Bring him over here, Francis.

- Don't give me "over here."

I'm wondering, what is in the bag?

Restaurant trash. Yeah.

You sure? That big? That much?

There were bullet holes

in the car this big.

Mikey, come on,

our parents are worried.

- It's dinnertime. Let's go home.

- Home? What home?

In a couple more hours

it ain't gonna be home anymore.

Come on, guys, this is our time.

Our last chance to see

if there really is any rich stuff.

We've got to.

Get down, guys. Get down.

Oh, sh*t!

You guys scared me!

Almost gave me a heart attack!

- You look better from behind, Mouth.

- Want to see something really scary?

How did you get here?

We followed you guys.

We were out driving with Troy.

- Sorry about your face.

- It's okay, I was born with it.

- I'm kidding.

- Anyway, he was being a jerk.

Tilting the mirror

so he could look down my shirt.

- So I elbowed his lip.

- You elbowed his lip?

- It's locked.

- Thank God!

Wait a minute!

You know, I got some naked pictures

of your mom, taking a bath.

- Want to buy them?

- What?!

Real cheap.

Thanks, Chunk.

- Wait here. I'll get my brother.

- You'll get in trouble.

- Just don't leave, all right?

- No way I'm staying here.

Shut up! We got to get

to the lowest point of the floor.

Lowest point, nothing.

Let's go. Now!

Oh, my God!

- No, Brandon.

- Mikey!

- Oh, my God.

- It was disgusting.

It jumped out from the bushes.

I swear it almost killed us.

Please? What if we find something?

A few more minutes won't hurt.

Come on, Mikey, we're going now.

- Brand, give them a few minutes.

- Listen to your big brother.

As long as you stay here with me.

- She knows what she's talking about.

- She's a dame!

Chunk, I hope that was your stomach.

That's the It.

Sounds like Kong.

Part of it's human.

Come on. Want to see it?

Don't worry.

It's chained to the wall.

- I don't want to go.

- Why not? It's chained.

- Why not? It's chained.

- You wanted to go.

- Yeah, I wanted to go.

- So let's go.

I don't want to see it.

- Shame, shame!

- I know your name.

Come on, Brand, slip her the tongue.

That's disgusting.

No, I can't even look.

Get me up, guys!

One, two, three.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Can't you smell it, guys?

One-Eyed Willy really is down here.

We're walking right above...

I'm gonna build one like this one.

Water.

- Come on, we can do it.

- No, wait a minute.

Right about here must've been when we

said we gotta get to the lowest spot.

What are you two talking

to each other about, Mikey?

What the hell are you doing?

You're going to lose your fist!

What are you doing? Give me that.

There's nothing buried there.

This is the 20th century!

- The map says there is.

- Get off it! There's nothing...

Lookit! I got an idea.

Let's put chocolate all over the floor

and let Chunk eat through it.

Okay, Mouth, that's all I can stand.

And I can't stand no more!

I got it! I got it! I got it!

- I don't got it.

- You klutz.

Hope it's not a deposit bottle.

This is ridiculous.

I feel like I'm babysitting,

except I'm not getting paid.

- Listen to that.

- What?

Sounds like my grandfather

taking a leak. Thrillsville.

No, it's deep.

Like there's a hole

or a passageway. Real deep.

Get out of the way.

Brand is being so sweet.

You're in the clouds,

and we are in a basement!

I told you!

Told you! I told you!

I can feel the air.

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