Don't be such a sore head, Joey.
I was only teasing.
I didn't mean to drop a bat on your head.
Anyways, I didn't think it would hurt so much.
Oh, yeah? It hurts every time you throw it.
That's Lennie. He's my big brother.
He's twelve today.
That's his birthday present, the harmonica.
Lennie's a good harmonica player.
He's a good baseball player, too.
He shouldn't-a got no birthday present 'cause all the time he's teasing me.
He never even lets me touch his harmonica.
That's my kid brother, Joey.
Everybody says, "Couldn't you kiss him?"
So go ahead, kiss him!
Joey ain't so bad,
but he's a pain in the neck in the summer
on account of my mom works, and I take care of him.
Boy, am I glad it's Saturday.
Joey's smart for his age, especially about horses.
He don't hardly think of nothing else.
In all your whole life, you never met a kid
what happened to be so crazy about horses.
Come on, let's play ball.
Okay, but anyways, you don't have to grab.
Let me play, Lennie.
You? Play with us?
Okay, take your gun off.
- I don't want to take it off. - Don't play.
I want to play!
Okay, come on.
- Want to take a lick, Lennie? - Okay, Harry.
- I want to be up first. - Listen to him.
You play in the outfield, pest.
- Way out! - Have fun!
Hey, Charley!
How many times you been up?
About 15.
I ain't been up yet.
Those paws have butter fingers?
You didn't hit anything to me.
Here's one, Joey.
I got it! I'm up.
Come on, guys. Let's knock off.
What say, Lennie?
It's my turn. It's my turn.
- Oh, why should I worry about him? - You didn't give me a chance.
Boy, I'm hot.
I hope it's even hotter tomorrow when we go to Coney Island.
Hey, fellas, I almost forgot.
Look at this!
They're real!
Sure. My mom gave it to me for my birthday
to spend in Coney.
Wow! We can all go on a parachute!
Where do you get that "all" stuff?
Means I can go on the parachute, plenty of times.
Give me the ball.
I'm going to practice throwing so I can win a prize tomorrow...
You know, where you knock the bottles down?
Oh, yeah. I think I know the place.
Come on fellas.
Good shot!
Nice throwing!
Let me try.
What for? You don't need no practice.
You ain't going to Coney with us.
Just 'cause Joey ain't old enough to come with us,
you don't have to rub it in.
Hah! I suppose you won't be glad to be rid of the pest for a whole day.
Sure I will, but you don't have to rub it in.
Please, Lennie, let me try.
Okay. Knock 'em down
See? Stay!
Think the Dodgers'd hire him, Harry?
To play for the Giants.
Come on fellas. I gotta go.
Yeah, we better go, too. Come on, Joey.
Ma! Ma!
- Ma, Lennie's teasing me! - Shh!
Quiet. I'm on long distance.
Have you had the doctor?
Are you sure that's what it is?
Or he only thinks?
Of course, of course.
You got to have someone.
Did you call on Helen?
Oh?
All right.
Ma!
Shut up! Mom's on long distance.
What's the matter, Mom?
Grandma's very sick, boys. I gotta go to her.
Is Grandma going to die, Ma?
Shut up, you dope.
Don't worry, Ma. She'll be okay.
I'll only be gone a day, boy. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow afternoon?
You mean, you're going today?
Yes, dear.
I'm making a 2:00 train.
But Ma, tomorrow's...
- Who's gonna take care of Joey tomorrow? - You'll have to.
But Mom...
Aw, tomorrow's when I'm supposed to go with the fellas to Coney Island...
My birthday present.
- I don't want to take Joey with me. - No, dear.
Joey can't go to Coney Island, neither can you.
I'm sorry, Lennie, but this is an emergency.
Why can't I go, Mom?
Why can't Joey stay home alone?
I don't want to stay home alone.
Lennie, if your father were alive, things would different.
But you're the man of the family, now.
I don't wanna be the man of the family.
I wanna go to Coney Island with the fellas.
You don't want. You want.
You think I wanna work every day in a department store, and...
and stand on my feet behind a counter, and come home after, and keep house?
But I gotta do it or we don't eat.
And you've gotta stay home with Joey tomorrow.
Don't look like that.
It's not such a big sacrifice.
You can go to Coney Island some other time.
Oh, come on and have your lunch, Lennie.
Oh, Lennie!
See that Joey gets to bed on time tonight.
And you stay in with him.
Lennie, I'm leaving you a shopping list and six dollars...
a five and a one.
Make sure you get the right change for the five, now.
Don't forget. Promise.
And remember, Mrs. Carlson is always home, in case anything happens.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I can't go to Coney Island, and you can't, too.
Ha, ha, ha.
Lennie!
If it's nice tomorrow, see Joey gets some air.
I don't want you both cooped up in the house all day long.
Ah, I know you'll take good care of your brother. You're a good boy, Lennie.
I'm blessed with two wonderful boys.
Oh, Lennie...
Oh, Joey.
What kind of a lunch is this? You didn't touch a thing.
I'm not hungry.
I don't know how you live.
Now, come on, drink your milk.
I'm leaving the money and the shopping list right here under the telephone.
Bye, Lennie.
Bye.
Bye, Joey.
Bye, Mom.
Bye, boys.
Get outta here.
Happy birthday.
Drop dead!
- Play with me, Lennie? - No!
Mom said you should take care of me.
I wanna play.
Stop pestering me.
You wanna play?
Okay.
Let's play hide-and-seek.
All right.
Start countin'.
Ten.
Hi!
I can't go tomorrow, fellas.
- What do you mean, you can't go? - I just can't go, that's all.
- Gotta stay home and mind Joey. - Aw.
My mother went away.
I gotta mind Joey.
- Aw. - Geez.
Hey, Lennie.
Look at this.
I bet you if this, here, was Joey, and this was you.
Nah, Joey ain't got that much blood.
I know how you can get rid of Joey.
How?
You bury him under the sidewalk, and cement it up again.
They'd never find the body.
Ah, you'd have to kill him first.
Why?
It was only a idea.
Wait a minute, I got it!
We stab him with an icicle.
- So what? - They never find the murder weapon.
It melts.
Where you gonna get an icicle in the summertime?
I read a good one. The Indians used to do it.
We stake Joey on a desert.
Then we take a cake of ice with a rattlesnake in it,
and put it on his chest.
- Then, the sun melts the ice. - Aw, more ice?
Last night on the television,
they made blood come out of a guy's ear.
Blood? You dope. That's ketchup!
Ketchup?
So that's how they do it.
Better change your shirt, Lennie, It's gonna get full of ketchup.
Where was you?
Why didn't you find me?
I looked everywhere, but you wasn't there.
I got tired tired of hiding.
Hey, Joey,
- Harry's got a real gun. - A real one?
Yeah, he's over on the big rock. Come on.
Hi, Lennie.
Watch this.
Boy! Bull's-eye!
Here comes a lion.
Bam! Right between the eyes!
Let me have it.
Ain't she a beauty?
She's a beauty, all right, Harry. Where'd you get her?
What do you think?
From where my old man hides it.
Hey...
Don't let Joey touch it.
- He's too young to handle guns. - I am not.
Aw, let him have a turn.
Well, okay.
But I'll have to keep my hands on it.
Let's see it.
Now, here's how you hold a real gun.
Where do you put the bullets?
Right here.
Say, Joey...
would you like to shoot a real bullet?
But I don't got a real bullet.
Look.
First you put it in here.
Now, you cock it.
There.
That's good, Joey.
Now remember, Joey,
this is a real gun with a real bullet.
You could hurt someone... even kill someone.
Now, take aim...
Perfect! Now, squeeze the trigger...
Go ahead, salty, squeeze it!
Lennie! Lennie!
Lennie's shot! Lennie's shot!
Lennie? Lennie?
Do you think he's dead? Do you think he's dead?
Yeah, I think he's dead.
Dead, yeah.
You've shot him, Joey. You shot your brother.
Yeah, you shot him, Joey.
I didn't! I didn't!
Think we should call the cops, Harry?
I guess so.
They'll sure give Joey the electric chair.
You'll fry, Joey. You'll burn! Won't he, Charlie?
Poor Joey. What do you say, Harry?
Let's give the kid a break.
Well, I guess so.
It'd be tough on his mother to have two kids dead.
Boy, what if she finds out what happened to Lennie.
Better beat it, Joey.
We'll give you a hour's head start on the cops.
Better hide, Joey.
Take on the lam, kid.
Yeah, hole up 'til this blows over.
Hey, Joey! Wait a minute!
Here, Joey.
Something to remember Lennie by. He don't need it no more.
You should have seen him run.
You should have seen him run, Lennie.
Hey.
Lennie?
Lennie...
Keep ringing, operator.
Boy, I can't wait to see Joey's face when he sees you, Lennie.
Hey, I got an idea.
We get some flour, see, then we put it on your face...
- You mean, like a ghost? - ...and rub it in--
- That's it. - Nah. We did enough.
I feel kind of sorry for Joey, anyway.
Hey! My harmonica!
I left it back in the lot!
Oh, no, you didn't. I gave it to Joey.
You what?
That's right, I gave it to him.
Then he new you were dead.
If anything happens to that harmonica, you'll pay.
- Says who? - Says Me!
Aw, fellas...
You stay out of this, Charley.
This was all Harry's idea, and I think it stinks.
Listen to him.
He's all the time picking on Joey
instead of picking on anybody that's his size.
Well, you're my size.
Hey, fellas, I gotta go now, fellas.
Hey, fellas, I gotta go.
Give up?
I never want to talk to you again as long as I live.
I'll get even with you, yet. Wait and see.
Joey?
Hey, Joey!
Joey!
That a boy.
Perfect! Hold it! Hold it, now. Smile!
Joey, you can smile...
please?
Smile Joey.
Please! Smile!
Smile!
Smile, Joey.
That's right. That's good.
Mm-mm.
All right, same smile.
Come on, now. Good!
Hold it!
I got it!
Won't take long. No time at all.
Three minutes.
Now, smile.
Hold it.
Look, my new assistant.
Have you seen Joey, Christy?
I seen him yesterday.
Gimme a pop, please.
Thanks.
Three more for her!
You play the game and win a prize!
It's easy, it's fun, and it's only a dime.
Step right up and knock 'em down.
Ten cents. Here's where you win 'em.
Come on, sonny.
Everybody knocks 'em down.
Three balls for a dime.
Ten cents.
Here's where you win 'em.
Step right up, folks.
Step right up.
Win a prize.
It's easy, it's fun.
And it's only a dime.
Step right up,
and knock 'em down.
You can't miss.
Ten cents. Here's where you win 'em.
Step right up, folks.
Step right up and knock 'em down.
Ten cents. Here's where you win 'em.
Step right up.
Everybody knocks 'em down.
Three balls for a dime.
You can't miss.
Whatcha doin'?
Keeping score. You wanna play? Ten cents.
Uh-huh.
Last ball!
What's my score, mister?
Fourteen.
Come on down, kid. I'm next.
Ten cents, bud.
He's in my way, mister.
All right.
Hello?
Hello, Mom.
We're okay.
We're both okay.
Sure I'm taking good care of him.
Don't worry, Mom.
When are you coming home?
6:00?
Tomorrow?
6:00...?
There's nothing wrong, Mom.
I told you, we're both okay.
Yeah.
Goodbye.
Thank you.
Here's where you win 'em.
Step right up, folks.
Step right up.
Everybody knocks 'em down.
Three balls for a dime.
You can't miss.
Win a prize. It's easy.
It's fun, and it's only a dime.
You're doing wonderful, just wonderful.
Now, Willy, put your hands here, partner.
That does it.
Say, you're gonna be a good rider. Yessiree, terrific.
I'm gonna show you some special things about riding, Willy.
Then I'll tell you a little story about how I learned to ride.
We're gonna have lots of fun together, Willy.
Gee, thanks.
Thanks again.
This ain't no deposit bottle.
What's deposit?
Deposit? That's where you get money.
Come on. I'll show you.
I'll help you.
Come on, Joey. Here's the place.
Five.
Five, 10, 15, 20, 25.
Come on, Joey.
Hurry up! Here comes my brother.
Where do think you're going?
How much you get?
Twenty-five, but a nickel's Joey's.
You crazy? It ain't your money, it's ours.
Come on.
Come on, drink the water.
Stop wiggling.
Come on.
Baby.
All right.
Oh. Sonny, look what you did.
Now I have to go all the way back to the fountain for some more.
I'll go, lady.
That's a nice boy. It'll only take you a minute.
- Watch my bottles, please? - Just put them them there.
Here.
Oh, baby.
Hey, mister...
Thank you.
Come on, folks, please move back a little bit.
Can't you see the man needs air?
- How did it happen? - He was just swimming
and all of sudden, he went down.
Come on. Break it up. Break it up. Move back a little bit, please.
You know, he didn't even yell for help.
Was standing right there next to him,
and I turned around for a minute, When I turned back there--
Three more.
Here you are.
Five, 10...
fifteen, 20, 25.
Can I have a quarter, please.
- You next, kid? - I want him to put me on.
Hey, Jay, a personal customer.
A personal customer? Well, well.
- What's your name? - Joey.
Good. Mine's Jay.
Up you go, Joey.
There we are.
Ready, Joey?
Say, you look like a real cowboy.
Oh, I got a saddle and a bridle on him, and I was all set.
And furthermore,
Kit Carson said that's the way to ride.
Hey, you're heavy.
Hey, that was great riding, Joey.
You'll be a champ someday.
No kidding, a real champ.
Now, so long. Come see us again.
...six, seven, nine, ten.
Hey, Jay!
Joey! You're back?
Four rides!
Four. Hey, you must be one of them Texas millionaires.
Tell you what I'm gonna do, Joey. I'm gonna let you ride a beauty.
He's a special horse.
- Well, Joey, you again? - Uh-huh.
By golly.
Joey, who are you here with?
- Here with your mother? - Uh-uh.
Not your mother?
With your father?
What's the matter, Joey? Where you going?
What's wrong? Joey!
Hey Joey!
Come here!
Come on.
Give me a hand with this pony.
- You like horses, huh, Joey? - Yep!
You know, If you want to be a cowboy, you've got to learn to do a lot of things.
Like roping.
Cowboys got to learn to handle a rope...
like this.
Come on, now, Joey. You do it.
Come on, take it.
That's it.
Now, jump through it.
Good! Oh, keep going.
That a boy.
Another thing, Joey.
A cowboy's got to be able to pull off a steer, too. Watch!
Joey, look! Here comes a steer!
Easy.
Well, you do it.
That's the stuff.
Here he comes. Be ready for him...
Come on, now.
There he is! Atta boy! You've got him.
Now, wrastle him down.
Come on, get him down.
That's it.
Come on, now.
Sensational!
You know you're pretty good with horses, Joey.
How'd you like to work here?
- Sure! - Well, all right, you're hired.
Hmm...
Uh, by the way, Joey, uh, you got a Social Security card?
Well, of course not. This is your first job.
Well, guess we, uh, ought to write to Washington.
What do you think?
Now, what's your name?
Joey Norton.
Your address?
11 Woodson Avenue.
Okay.
What do I do now?
Oh, uh, kid, here, you water the pony, uh, over there.
Hello?
Who?
She ain't home.
This is Lennie.
Joey?
Joey?!
Listen. Mister, I'm his big brother.
Tell him Lennie's alive.
Yeah, alive.
And keep him there. I'll be right over.
Coney Island?
And the boardwalk...
Yeah! Yeah, I know the place.
Okay, but keep him there.
Coney Island.
Gonna be a good crowd today.
Yeah, looks like a good Sunday, Pete.
That's right.
I'm Lennie Norton, Where's my brother?
He's not here.
Not here?
No, not anymore.
Better tell me what this is all about.
It was... It was only a joke.
And then you called me on the phone.
Look, Lennie...
I think you better go to the cops.
- But my mother'll find out and then-- - Well, maybe she will,
but you can't a little kid like Joey wander around Coney Island alone.
After all, he's only seven.
Now, I'm gonna tell you how to find a police station.
And tell the sergeant to check all the merry-go-rounds and pony rides.
'cause your kid brother's nuts about horses.
Yeah, I'll tell him. Thanks.
Hey, mister, have you seen a red-headed kid with a cowboy gun?
Hmm... Nope. Not today.
No, sonny.
Uh-uh.
Nope.
Not here.
Sorry, kid.
That's Lennie?
Roll 'em, throw 'em', win a balloon.
Everybody wins a big balloon.
This is looks like a good place.
Yeah, lots of room here.
Come on take an end.
Go away.
Where's your mother?
Hey, mister...
Hey, mister, you're laying on my pants.
Everybody rolls. Everybody bowls!
Everybody wins a big balloon.
Everybody rolls. Everybody bowls.
Everybody wins a big balloon.
Hey, mister, what time is it?
3:00.
What time is it, please?
A quarter to four.
Joey!
Hey, Joey!
Joey!
Hey, Joey!
Joey!
What time is it, please?
Quarter after five.
- How do you find a policeman? - Policeman?
- You want a cop? - Uh-huh.
Well, underneath the boardwalk,
there's a lost children's pen about two blocks down.
- You'll probably find a cop there. - Thanks.
Joey!
Hey, Joey!
What'd you run away for? It was only a joke.
Why didn't you tell me?
Here, Lennie.
I wouldn't a took it,
except you was dead.
You can keep it, Joey,
'til we get home.
Ma?
6:00! We made it!
6:00! My cowboy show!
Here comes the stagecoach now.
- French! - Dirty Morgan, you again.
Hand down that gold!
Oh, ho, what's this?
Take your hands off of me, you... you...
Are you all right, miss?
Oh, yes.
Dirty Morgan's gettin' away!
Wait here, miss,
I'll be right back.
Any sign of Morgan Din?
Nary a sign.
Hello, boys.
Ma!
Hello, Joey.
Mom!
Look at you.
Look at your eyes!
You've been sitting in front of that television set
ever since yesterday afternoon.
Oh, never mind.
Grandma's going to be better.
And I'll tell you what.
Next Sunday,
we're all going to get out in the air.
I'm going to take you to Coney Island.