Flipper
- G
- Year:
- 1963
- 87 min
- 262 Views
[Man] I've lived all my life
on the sea.
So did my father.
So will my son.
I've seen the giant creatures
of the deep,
the great whales,
making their passage
and the last herds
of the sea elephant.
I've watched the cunning
maneuvers of killer whale...
As they leaped
into the air...
And hit the sea with the sound
of a Cannon shot,
frightening the sea elephants
and sea lions into the water,
where they would
become easy prey.
The shark,
lacking this cleverness,
prowled for what smaller fish
he could find.
The giant octopus,
fearsome-looking but timid,
has many a time
avoided my boat.
But the dolphins,
the dolphins always
seemed to come right up
to the Fisherman's boat
and ride the bow wave
with the speed
of a torpedo.
Curiously,
they seemed at times
to be talking to each other
and to be looking at us.
I used to watch them
for hours,
studying them,
thinking and remembering
the stories I'd heard
about them.
But I didn't
really know the dolphins
until my son, a child,
as in the Bible,
led me to an understanding
of their kind.
It was a few years ago
when the red plague destroyed
almost all edible fish
in the Florida keys.
Like the fishermen above,
were hungry.
Even the swift dolphin
was able to find no food.
The fish were poisoned
by the plague.
Their lifeless bodies
were spread throughout the sea.
Pa, maybe this time
the fish will be alive.
Maybe the red tide
didn't come out
this far.
Maybe.
But we're going
to find fish if we
have to go 2o Miles out
and clear to the bottom.
They're dead.
Well, let's
get rid of them.
Used to be you'd
throw out an anchor,
you'd hit a fish.
Pa, look!
Dolphins.
They're sure
making time.
They're probably
looking for fish
the same as we are.
It shouldn't be
as hard for them.
[Thunder]
What's the matter, pa?
[Wind howling]
Is something wrong, pa?
Hazel must have
changed her course.
The weather station
this morning said
she was headed west.
Amplifier's gone.
I should have
carried a spare tube.
You're not scared,
are you?
No, pa.
Lash down everything loose.
We're going to make a run
for home.
Message block, son.
Good boy.
Read it.
"Return to port.
will intercept you.
"Hurricane hazel
now heading north.
Winds increasing
up to 8o knots."
But you knew that
already.
an hour ago. Hold fast.
[Boat horn honks]
You Porter ricks
out of coral key?
That's right.
We've been trying
to raise you.
Radio's out.
You heard from Nick velakis,
another boat like mine?
Just had him
on the radio.
He says he can
make it in all right
ahead of the storm.
I can't
take you a-tow.
Do you want to
come aboard?
Risk my boat?
No, thank you. We'll make it.
Pa, are we going
to make it?
I promised your ma we'd
be home before dark.
Come on, Zack, hurry up.
It's terrible
outside the channel.
I haven't seen
your folks go by yet.
You better go and get them.
Mr. l.C. Porett,
you old fool.
Stop nagging that boat
and get on up there
to the post office.
And leave mirabel?
I'd rather
leave my wife.
There's Porter.
Porter ricks' boat.
Come on, Porter!
Come on, mirabel!
Porter, where the halifax
you been?
Nick velakis come in yet?
I ain't seen him.
Come on!
Everybody's going in
and heading for the
post office.
Sandy, if your mother's not
already at the post office,
you get home
and help her, you hear?
Ok, pa.
Give me that line.
Where the blazes
you going now?
I'm going to put that boat
up at willow creek.
She'll be safe there.
You ain't got time.
Give me that line!
This boat's my living!
Kim.
Gee, I'm sorry.
Where have you been?
The whole town's been worried
about you and your father.
Is my mother inside
the post office?
No. I was just
going to see if--
you go back inside.
I'll get her.
Gee, you're lucky.
A hurricane
on your first visit.
Son!
Ma!
Where's your pa?
He's taking the boat
up willow creek.
Ma, what about Pete?
Can I take him?
Everyone's allowed
one luxury.
Go get him.
Pete!
Pete, where are you?
Pete!
Pete!
[Bird squawks]
Pete, come down here.
We got to get to
the post office.
Pete, I'll whale
the tar out of you
unless you come down here!
Pete,
come down here.
We got to get to
the post office.
Your ma all right?
Ma's ready to go.
Get Pete and come.
Come on down here,
Pete!
Porter!
You didn't worry?
I did.
Will it be here
when we get back?
The boat's safe.
We can always build
another house.
Dang-blast you,
you stubborn old bird!
Come on, Sandy.
Pete won't come.
We can't wait.
He'll be killed.
Pelicans have lived
through more hurricanes
than we'll ever see.
Come on!
Can I bring
my boat in, miss hettie?
No, sir,
Mr. l.C. Porett.
You can come in,
but you can't
bring the boat.
I can't leave mirabel
out here.
She'll blow away.
"Parcels in
any post office
of the United States
"shall not exceed
1oo inches
in length
and girth combined."
Section 135.32,
postal laws
and regulations.
I don't want to mail
mirabel anywhere.
The same applies
to holding in
storage.
Are you coming in?
Not without my mirabel,
I ain't!
I'm pretty sure we got
ahold of everybody
that didn't go inland,
except Nick velakis.
His boat's still out.
Well, if the phone goes out,
we've still got the radio.
Yes, well, we're
fairly comfortable here.
If the water level
don't rise,
think we'll
make it all right.
[Baby whimpering]
Nick must have run
with the wind,
put in at one
of the other keys.
The phone lines
might be down.
When he's safe,
I feel it.
Stella, he has to
be all right.
Nobody knows the sea
like Nick.
The sea,
it kills even those
who know it.
[Thunder]
I'm not worried
about myself.
I just hope
my father and cousin
aren't trying to come
out from the mainland.
anybody on the causeway
once the hurricane
warning goes up.
Well, I bet he's
What? With you
staying with hettie?
You know what she says.
Uh-uh.
No hurricane
would dare blow down
a U.S. post office.
[Pounding on door]
Miss hettie?
[Pounding]
Miss hettie?
Miss hettie?
It's still no,
Mr. l.C. Porett.
Don't make no difference,
miss hettie.
Mirabel just blew away.
Oh, Mr. porett,
come in.
Oh, Mr. l.C. Porett,
you poor, dear man!
[Ring]
Post office.
Who's calling?
Who? Parker?
Oh. He wants you.
Yes, Mr. Parker.
I'm looking at her
this very moment,
safe, high and dry.
Aren't you, Kim?
Now, don't you worry,
Mr. Parker.
As soon as hazel leaves,
you come right on out.
Of course,
we'll take good care--
hello. Hello?
Hello!
Well, line's down.
[Crash]
That means the water's
over the causeway.
Yeah, we could have water
in here, like in '58.
Winds to 12o.
Gusts to 16o.
Barometer is still falling.
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