Moby Dick Page #12

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- No, sir!

- Throw and get out, Mr. Flask!

- Sharp and quick!

- Very good, sir.

A strong hand and a good heart.

Your sword of justice, Captain.

We exhaust him

until he has no more fight in him,

Mr. Starbuck,

and then when he lies

wallowing in his own blood,

we will reel him in!

No, sir, not today,

I will not follow you.

There is no enemy out there.

- The only enemy is before me.

- And as such, you fail me as first mate.

My failure before God

was to raise a gun against you.

My success was not to shoot.

Gentlemen,

I ask you all to please open your eyes.

Our captain is taking us

to the bottom of the sea.

This old man has no respect...

Fool!

I am the Fates' lieutenant.

No one can finish me.

Stubb! Promotion!

Consider yourself first mate!

Queequeg sails with him,

Ishmael with me!

According to our oath...

death to Moby Dick!

(All) Death to Moby Dick!

- Death to Moby Dick!

- Altogether now, come on!

(All chanting) Moby Dick! Moby Dick!

Moby Dick! Moby Dick!

Moby Dick!

Moby Dick!

Death to Moby Dick!

(Chanting, chatter continues)

(Man) He is gonna be mine!

(Gulls crying)

(Oarsmen grunting)

Give way together.

Row, boys! Row!

Row, lads!

The white whale is ours!

Row for your lives!

We'll boil the sea with his blood!

Now, row!

He's enormous, boys!

Oh, sweet Jesus, look at the size of it!

Shhh...

For his heart, Queequeg.

Strike now!

Whoa!

(Whale bellows)

Well done, Queequeg!

Shut your oars!

Stubb is fastened onto him, boys!

Pull now!

He's got one in him!

He's got one, lads!

He's going! He's going! Pull that rope!

- Hold on now!

- Hold on!

We'll get that doubloon

and we'll share it even

and bring barrels of gold back to Nantucket!

The white whale, sir! It's right there!

He's on him, boys!

He's on him!

Don't let the rope slip!

We can't hold him!

Cut the line!

(Stubb) Over my dead body we'll cut!

The bow is dipping!

Cut! Mr. Stubb, cut!

Let it loose! Cut it!

It's going too fast!

You hear me?

Take it down!

' - Cut!

He's diving!

(Stubb) I dropped the ax!

Stubb, cut!

(Screaming, shouting)

(Screaming)

Sweet Jesus!

Hold oars!

Lord.

(Ahab) Stubb's gone!

Poor Stubb.

Hold oars, lads, hold oars.

A moldy and oversalted death...

but we will have our revenge!

I'll spit my last breath at him!

Grab those sticks, boys.

Grab your oars.

Pull. Revenge.

Pull for revenge.

For Mr. Stubb and Queequeg...

and our mates...row.

Heave! Heave!

(Grunting)

This is the one.

ROW!

A dead whale or a stove boat!

Row, boys!

(Grunting)

- (Flask) Easy for now, boys. Easy for now.

- (Gasping)

(Ishmael) Queequeg! Queequeg!

Queequeg!

(Ahab) Go, boys, 90!

(Ishmael) Queequeg! Queequeg!

Queequeg ain't dead yet, sir!

He ain't dead yet!

Leave him!

He'll make it to the ship.

Leave him!

We're going for the whale!

(Flask) Give way together.

Keep steady, lads.

We're on course.

Courage, boys.

(Ahab) Eyes open! Eyes open!

Row! Backs into it!

- Moby Dick is ours!

- Heave, boys, heave!

(Ahab) Row! Row straight!

Death to Moby Dick!

(Starbuck) Queequeg!

Come on, give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

(Queequeg) We couldn't... Too strong.

(Grunting) Got you.

(Gulls crying)

(Ahab) Hold oars! The birds! Hold oars!

(Men panting)

Here they come!

Yeah, it's the birds.

Courage, boys!

What kind of whalemen

are spooked by a couple of birds?

(Ahab) He's underneath us!

(Ishmael) What?

- He's under us!

- I don't see him!

I can't...

(Gulls screeching)

(Man) Where is he?

Flask!

Flask!

(Ishmael) No! Keep going that way!

I don't see him. I don't see a thing.

There's nothing down there!

Flask!

Underneath you!

O, Father,

please forgive me my sins...

Ready your harpoon.

- (Ishmael) He's right below you!

- Flask!

(Whale bellows)

(Screaming)

Oh! Oh.

Moby Dick just shrugged him off his back.

How shall we proceed, my son?

The whale must be weakened.

What is your theory?

What does your instinct tell you?

- We've lost ten men, sir!

- (Man) Save their souls.

We've lost ten men!

Captain, there...

there's only us.

Please! It's impossible, sir.

We are not going to bow down

before him, are we, lads?

Onward.

Slow and steady.

He'll find us.

- Onward, boys.

- (Ishmael) It's madness, sir.

It's madness. Boys...

He'll kill us anyway if we don't kill him.

- Huh!

- (Ahab) He'll find us.

(Chuckling)

He'll come to us.

He'll come.

ROW!

Row to hell!

He'll find us.

Easy. Steady.

That's it.

(Men grunting, groaning)

(Ahab) He'll see.

He's offering himself.

(Ishmael)

Captain Ahab, can you see anything'?

Where is he?

- Where is he?

- Ready me a second harpoon.

Ship your oars!

Boys, ship your oars!

- Now. Ship oars. Ship oars.

- Ship oars.

Are you ready, boys?

Move!

Ship...ship oars!

- Ship oars!

- Ship oars!

(Ishmael) He's got him!

Come on, boys!

- Are you ready, bays?

' AYE, Captain, ready!

Hold on!

Hold on, boys!

Keep that line wet!

We're on him!

Finally we're on him!

Run from your death, Moby Dick!

Run from your death! Yes!

What...

You smell that, boys?

(Laughing) He's playing with us!

Ohhh...

Ca...Captain, abandon ship!

- Pull!

- What'?

(Gulls crying)

(Ishmael) Captain.

Turn about!

He's trying to flip us over!

- Turn about! Hard starboard!

- (Shouting)

Get your oars in the water

and turn this boat around!

- He's gonna pull us over!

- Heave ho!

- (Ahab) Hard port side!

- Row for your lives!

Here we go, boys.

Drop it. Put it over.

Here it comes, boys, here it comes!

Aha!

(Gulls screech)

(Ahab) Aha!

Now we have him!

- (Ishmael) Captain, we must cut!

- Never!

Captain,

you said we should only weaken him!

Captain, you said we should

only weaken him!

Weaken him?

We are riding him, Ishmael!

We are riding on the back of Moby Dick!

Can't you see it? It's the prophecy!

(Gulls screeching)

He's coming for us.

Ahh...the prophecy.

(Men shouting)

The prophecy, my beloved.

There it is.

There's my hearse, Ishmael.

My hearse of American wood.

You will live!

You can take me to hell and back

before I'll let go of this rope!

We are one, you and I...

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- They're coming right for us!

- Save yourselves!

(All shouting)

(Whale bellows)

(Screaming)

(All screaming)

- Ahhh!

- Ahhh!

(Starbuck) Pip!

(Shouting)

(Man) Somebody help me!

I'm trapped in here!

(Gasping)

I'm trapped!

(Grunting)

(Starbuck) Pip! Pip!

Pip! Pip!

(Starbuck) Don't let go!

Just pull...pull your foot out!

(Pip) Mr. Starbuck, please, my leg is stuck!

Mr. Starbuck, my leg is stuck!

Please help me! My leg is stuck!

(Grunting)

All right, Pip. I'm coming.

Here. Hold on.

(Panicked shouting)

Please!

(Starbuck) Hold on. I'll be there, Pip.

I'll be there.

Mr. Starbuck, it's...it's stuck.

I can't move it.

Please help.

(Whale bellows)

Please help me.

I'm coming, Pip. I'm coming.

Please.

What is it?

(Ship creaking)

(Gasping)

- I'm not frightened, sir.

- Huh?

Pip's no coward, Mr. Starbuck, sir.

I know that.

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