Here we go. OK.
Hang on. Hang on.
Roman, girls, I'm back.
I got everything. I'm here.
I'll have you out in a second.
Just a minute. Hold on.
I'm sorry it took so long. I'll explain later.
Just a sec. Get off me. I got a rope.
You'll be fine. I'm gonna tie a rope
at the end of this thing.
I'm gonna throw it down
and, one at a time, I'll pull you up, OK?
Here comes the rope. Watch your heads.
Here it comes.
All right, have you got it?
OK. You got it? Good.
You let me know when
you're ready to come up, OK?
Then I'll pull you up.
Fine, you're ready.
Just a second.
OK, girls, Uncle Chet's here. OK.
Roman, you could help, you know.
All right. One, two, three, go.
Hey, what the hell are you doing?
When I say ready, huh?
When I say ready.
All right. I'm ready.
Come on. Help out a bit, will you?
Here it comes.
We'll be going home soon.
Roman and I are going to
have a talk, later on.
We're going to talk about helping people.
OK. Here we go.
Everybody help Uncle Chet.
Come on.
We did it. I did it.
A baldheaded bear!
Whoa!
Nice bear. Oh, God.
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die!
No, I'm not.
Leave me alone. Go away.
I gotta move faster.
He's back, everybody.
Chet! Hi.
- Where the hell were you?
- Come in, I'm making you a sandwich.
Big, big, whoo big...
All right, we'll make a big one.
- Big bear.
- Big bear!
No! True. True. Out there.
We're glad you're home, honey.
- Big bear... chase...
- What is he saying?
- What?
- Big bear chase me.
Up the stairs! Get upstairs!
Oh, my God, it's a bear!
It's a bear, it's a bear!
Get off, you son of a bitch.
Roman! Roman! Wow! Wow!
Uncle, uncle, uncle.
Oh, my God. Protect us!
Hold on.
Mom.
Connie, stay down.
Hit him with the poker.
Look out!
Big bear... Big bear chase me.
This big.
- Thank God you're here.
- Shoot him.
- It's a goddamn lamp.
- But it's loaded.
I can't hold out much longer!
- Quit pushing me.
- Give it me.
Shoot him.
Oh! Right in the...
OK, let's roll.
Can't believe that I'm gonna
miss this place.
- Uncle Chet.
- Yes, sweetheart.
- I had a really good time.
- Well, I'm glad.
- Thanks, Uncle Chet.
- My pleasure, sweetheart.
We had a nice time having you.
We're gonna miss you.
Will I see you soon?
And don't drive too fast.
- Take your seats, in the trunk.
- Knock it off.
Cammie, if you're out there...
I just want you to know
I don't blame you for hating me.
City boys
always talk to themselves?
Look, I'm really sorry.
I want you to go back to Chicago
a crazed, lovesick maniac.
When you look at another girl,
you'll compare her to me.
Sounds good to me.
- You're a good man. You're the best.
- You're not so bad.
- You drive safely.
- Thanks.
- Race you home.
- You got it.
Race you home.
Take care.
Bye-bye.
Race you home.
Why would he say that?
He lives out in Oak Park.
It's just till he gets on his feet.
I think you should be proud of him
not taking your loan.
- What are you saying?
- We have plenty of room.
He is not staying at our house.
If he beats us, he'll get
the good spot in the garage.
- To the memories.
- To the memories.
- Chester!
- Buckley!
Get in the hell in the car, we've got to beat
Uncle Roman home. Move it.