Eleven Days, Eleven Nights 1987

We gotta clear that cement.

I asked for a bulldozer. It's coming.

before the boss starts bitching.

You tell him.

All right.

This is where we got to dig.

Hey, Dad.

We'll be ready.

Listen, I'm counting on you, Ed.

Got it.

Morning.

Where the hell have you been all day, Michael?

Dad, the most incredible thing...

You got legs.

You know it.

Place you built?

Like a shit brick house.

I think you mean a brick shit house.

No, better.

Where'd you hit it on?

Your place?

The Ferryboat.

Ferryboat?

Yeah.

I thought I'll never see her again.

But she was real, I swear.

Some broad picks you up in the ferry and you just forget everything.

She never told me her last name.

I'm not mistaken, you're getting married in 12 days.

Uh-huh.

I know, 12 days.

It's your funeral, pal.

Yep.

Oh, shit.

What's the matter?

I can't find my wallet.

Don't worry about it. This one's on me.

I'll bet one woman's got your wallet.

I must have left it back home.

Come on, Michael. When are you going to face reality and grow up?

Well, Sarah, what do you think?

It's not finalized yet.

But I think we're on the right track.

If you say so. I only deal with the raw material.

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