Deep Water Page #7

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you go through.

And he's running out

of options by now.

Donald:

"When I was five years old,

I knew

all about God.

He was an old man

who would punish me

if I was naughty.

By the time

I was 20,

I decided there was

no reason to expect

any assistance

from God...

if he existed at all.

Man was evading

his responsibility

by constantly looking

to God...

for assistance.

The cosmic integral,

the sum of man...

adds up to nothing."

Swinton:

In the days after Tetley's sinking,

Crowhurst repeatedly

tried to get a call through to Clare.

But his radio transmitter

was failing.

Donald:

If you are, I will come back to...

Simon:

The transmitter failing at that point

was something

that plagued him.

He became almost

obsessed with fixing it.

He wanted to talk

to my mother.

Donald:

Mike-Zulu-Uniform-Whiskey calling GBC-3.

I have heard nothing.

I have heard nothing.

Clare:

I think he just wanted human contact

that he felt would

be warm and responsive,

whatever he had to say.

Donald:

Mike-Zulu-Uniform-Whiskey calling.

Mike-Zulu-Uniform...

Clare:

He could have trusted me...

but there was nothing

he could do.

Donald:

"There are close similarities

between sailing

a small boat and living.

You start off

unprepared,

a long journey ahead of you that

you think will never end.

And you go through

a series of triumphs and disasters.

And suddenly

you realize

that...

what's done is done.

The mistakes you've made

stand forever."

Hynds:
There were 100,000 people

expected to meet him.

100,000 to say hello to you

on your way home.

There was going to be

a razmataz.

There would be

triumphant processions.

It was euphoric.

This almost outdoes

Chichester.

Hallworth:
We're hoping this

will be a great gala affair.

Newspapermen from abroad

have all booked in hotels.

Over 1,000 arrangements have been made

to welcome him home.

Clare:

It was beginning to build up to be

really lovely.

It was so close

to the end.

Everybody was

in such high spirits.

All of a sudden,

everything was all right.

Kerr:

His dream, it was there.

It was going to

come true.

Everything a hero

could want.

But he knew

it was false.

Swinton:

On Tuesday, 24th of June,

Crowhurst turned

away from England

and let his boat drift through

the weed-infested waters

of the mid-Atlantic

Sargasso Sea.

Then he opened a logbook

and began to write.

He called it

his philosophy.

Donald:

"The explanation of our troubles

is that cosmic beings are

playing games with us.

During his lifetime,

each man plays cosmic chess

against the devil.

God is playing

with one set of rules,

and the devil

with the other,

exactly opposite

set of rules.

The shameful secret

of God...

the trick He used,

because the truth

would hurt too much...

is that

there is no good

or evil.

Only truth."

Clare:
He was in the most

extraordinary feeling

of "I've failed

everything."

There was nobody there

to talk to.

He tried to contemplate ways

of dealing with this race

and the money

and the family back home,

and eventually his brain said,

"Enough. No more."

Donald:

"Do we go on clinging to the idea

that God made us?

Or realize that

it lies within us

to make God.

By learning to manipulate

the space/time continuum,

man will become God

and disappear from

the physical universe as we know it."

Clare:
Somehow he just had

given up on his family.

We had vanished from

his mind at that stage.

Man:

Mrs. Crowhurst, unless he sinks,

your husband is going

to win the 5,000

for the fastest time.

What will this mean

to you and your family?

Very little change

in our way of living, I should think.

He won't sink,

I don't think.

Donald:
"I have become a second

generation cosmic being.

I am conceived

in the womb of nature,

in my own mind,

in the womb

of the universe."

Man:
You've told me that you

haven't had any fears

during the voyage,

but what about when he returns?

Yes, I am a bit concerned about

the change of personality.

I think it's inevitable that he will be

a very different person.

Somebody who faced

every day

as though it was a new danger

and a new feeling of excitement.

Donald:

"I was forced to admit

that nature forces

on cosmic beings

the only sin

they are capable of...

the sin

of concealment.

It is a small sin

for a man to commit,

but it is a terrible sin

for a cosmic being."

Winspear:
He is living totally

in his internal world.

He's invented,

in his mind,

a relationship

between him

and the universe.

He's found refuge there,

in a sense.

Donald:

"I am what I am.

And I see the nature

of my offense.

I will only resign

this game

if you will agree that

on the next occasion

that this game

is played,

it will be played

according to the rules

that are devised

by my great God.

It is finished.

It is the mercy.

11 hours, 15 minutes,

no seconds.

It is the end

of my game.

The truth

has been revealed

and it will be done as

my family require me to do it.

11 hours, 20 minutes,

40 seconds.

There is no reason

for harmful..."

Clare:

I'd been out for a walk,

and I came back

with the dog.

My sister was

with the children.

And she said,

"The boat's been found."

Then I became aware

there were several complete strangers

on the front lawn

and a couple

of police cars.

Just my instant

reaction was,

"Get the children

out of here."

Winspear:

You can imagine the atmosphere,

the feeling of shock.

Clare didn't feel

she had the courage

at the time

to tell the children.

So I went to them.

Simon:

My father's boat had been found,

but he wasn't in it.

It was so different from the homecoming

that we'd expected.

It was just like,

"This is the wrong story.

This is...

this is not what's

supposed to be happening.

This is...

it can't be."

Swinton:
A British cargo ship

found Crowhurst's boat

drifting in

the mid-Atlantic

700 miles from land.

Man:

A surprise development tonight

over the missing yachtsman

Donald Crowhurst.

Crowhurst's trimaran,

"Teignmouth Electron,"

was found drifting

and deserted.

He'd been a competitor

in the Round-the-World yacht race

organized by

"The Sunday Times."

Man #2:

The pale blue weather-beaten trimaran,

which was a certain

winner of the race,

was in good condition.

The mystery of his

disappearance, therefore,

is still inexplicable.

The film and his tape recordings

may provide other clues,

but for the moment, this Ionely yacht

without her Ionely captain

is not giving up

any of her secrets.

Swinton:
When the boat was brought

ashore in the Caribbean,

Crowhurst's press agent

Rodney Hallworth

was there to meet it.

Hallworth:

I went into the captain's cabin,

and I remember saying

to him that...

"I don't suppose, Captain,

we'll ever know

the end of this saga,

this riddle?"

And I thought his face

dropped a little

and he said, "Well, I think

we do, Mr. Hallworth."

And he led me over

to his desk,

he unlocked a drawer

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