The Making of 'The Goonies' Page #5

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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.

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!

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