Moby Dick Page #2

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no smoking in...in bed.

I think he understood the first time.

(Laughs)

(Door creaks and bangs)

(sighs)

This new second mate...

Mr. Stubb.

He's not from the island.

Talked to a man from New Bedford.

Said he's good. Lives for the kill.

Desperate to come out with you, Captain.

Mr. Flask has returned to us with his man.

Dagoo, yes.

It seems our last trip out

whetted their appetite.

And you, Mr. Starbuck?

On the voyage home last time...

- after the whale took your leg...

- You...

placed me...under restraint.

You said things in your fever.

I can't forget them.

What things?

About the white whale.

About death.

Your own death.

A man in pain will say anything.

(Man) What an extraordinary thing

to do to your face!

Queequeg, looking the way you do...

(Woman) Look. A sea monster!

..You ever get any...

- Trouble?

- (Woman) Oh, my goodness.

- Yeah.

- No.

Queequeg not have trouble.

(Man) Finbacks, right whales, spermaceti!

We take 'em all, gentlemen.

- Sail with Captain Pollard!

- You signing up, too?

Kills every whale he fastens to,

and that's a fact.

Come on board, lads.

Fair pay and no questions asked.

- Morning, Tom.

- How are you?

You, uh...You full?

Afraid so.

If you're looking to make some money,

try later when the Pequod sets up.

Word is Captain Ahab's still looking.

- Pequod?

- Pequod.

(Ishmael) We'll do that.

(Tom) Good luck.

Thanks.

(Lively chatter)

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- (Men) Evening.

We're here on behalf of the Pequod.

You, of all people, know the law, Mr. Bildad.

You can't come in here recruiting men

under the influence.

Needs must

when the devil drives, Mr. Coffin.

(Click)

Queequeg throw harpoon.

Ours is a Christian boat.

Uh...he's a Presbyterian.

(Bildad) We don't hire cannibals.

I have no objection to any man's religion,

so long as that man

pays me the same respect.

I show you.

(Barmaid) Come on, come on.

Hold on to me, now.

- (People exclaiming)

- (Queequeg) See whale'?

(Man) Watch out!

Whoa!

(Horse whinnies)

- (Man laughing)

- (2nd man) Never in all my life!

Now whale dead.

- You're hired.

- (Man) Did you see him throw that?

Ninetieth share of the profit.

Eighty-fifth.

(Bildad) Eighty.

Seventy-eight and a half.

Seventy-eight.

Call it 75th!

We'll take your friend, too.

So, what kind of share do I get?

You get a 777th.

That's all?

Read your Bible, boy.

(Bildad) It does not pay to be generous.

This would be your first time

on a whale ship?

Sir.

We're giving you an education.

(Coins rattling)

You'll be fairly done by, lad.

You have my word.

(Starbuck) All right, show me that.

Show me. Show me.

Guess we know

who's the senior partner now.

We share.

(Bildad) Captain Ahab will have you

homeward in two years with a ship full of oil!

(Knocking)

Come.

May I say something?

That depends what it is.

If it is "When will I be rid

of my brute of a husband," then yes.

If it is "Please don't go on this voyage,"

then, no, you may not say anything.

Come to church with me.

- If you must go to sea, then...

- If there is a God,

then I suspect I would anger him more

by a pretense of worship

than by choosing to ignore his existence.

(Bellows blowing, men chatting,

hammering)

(Starbuck) What do you think, Berth?

Do you think she'll float?

(Berth)

Yes, if we had another two weeks, sir

(Coughing)

(Caspian) Don't look ready to me, Papa.

(Ahab) Strong ship.

(Man, hushed) It's Ahab! Ahab!

I said I wanted her out tomorrow.

They're doing what they can, sir.

Why are you making excuses for them,

Mr. Starbuck?

Tomorrow.

You heard the captain!

Did we pick the right ship?

White oak. American. Good.

Yeah, we did.

J' Lowlands

J' Lowlands, away, my John

J' I dreamed a dream the other night

J' Lowlands

J' My Lowlands, away

J' I dreamed a dream a man was dead

J' Lowlands

J' My Lowlands, away J'

He's not with you, of course.

- He?

- Captain Ahab.

I sailed with him on his last voyage.

- (People singing hymn)

- I was his oarsman.

I was on his whaleboat.

They call me Elijah.

And perhaps you shall sail

with him again, Elijah.

Never again.

Never.

If he goes to sea again...

he Will die.

And he knows it.

He'll see a hearse,

made of American wood,

floating on the sea.

And then he'll be strangled...

by hem pen rope

until he is quite dead.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ask your husband. He knows.

(Elijah) He knows all about it.

(Congregation) J' Amen J'

Beloved shipmates,

the last verse of the first chapter

of the book of Jonah.

"The Lord had prepared a great fish

"to swallow up Jonah."

Elizabeth.

Father.

"Had prepared in waiting a great fish

"to swallow up Jonah."

There may be among you today

those who think they are

the captains of their fates...

- (Man) Hm.

- ..and the masters of their souls.

They are not.

They delude themselves,

just as Jonah deluded himself.

If the Lord God has decided

the sea will take you...

then it will swallow you just as surely

as that whale swallowed Jonah.

Jonah is proud.

He will not accept help,

and he will suffer for it.

And do you know why?

Jonah.

Has gone against God.

Jonah.

Has cast himself out of the family,

of all those who walk in the Lord's way.

The sea will find out your pride,

just as it found out Jonah's.

You may go down to the sea...

imagining that you will not have

to surrender to its awful power,

but you will have to surrender.

The sea has a lesson to teach,

and the lesson is the lesson of He who

made the waves and the billowing oceans,

rolling still as they rolled 2,000 years ago.

Humility, shipmates,

putting aside ourselves...

this is the only way...

to be part of the heavenly family.

Before you take the ship, friends,

in whatever ship it may be...

make sure you take

the light and the Lord God.

May the peace of the Lord be with you.

(All) And also with you.

(Quiet chatter)

(Owl hoots)

All he needs is a good trip out

and a ship full of oil to put him right.

That's what you believe.

But if it makes it easier

to hear me say it...

(Starbuck) Mr. Stubb.

(Stubb) Mr. Starbuck.

(Elizabeth) Good night.

(Man) See you tomorrow morning, OK?

Your God send fish.

Make him eat Jonah.

That's the idea.

VVhy?

Uh... Teach him a lesson.

Whale eat you, you dead.

Too late for lesson.

(Laughs)

(Bird cries)

(Dagoo) J' Blow the wind southerly

(Men, joining in) J' Southerly, southerly

J' Blow the wind south...

Good evening to you all, gentlemen.

- J' O'er the bonny blue sea... J'

- Hold your tongues!

(Starbuck) I believe some of you

have signed on the Pequod.

We sail tomorrow, so please

ship your things aboard.

Now, harpooners step forward.

Tell me your name again.

- Queequeg.

- You're my choice.

Mr. Stubb?

- Name'?

- Tashtego.

Tribe?

I am the last of the Massachusett, sir.

You'll do.

(Starbuck) Mr. Flask.

(Clears throat)

- (Dagoo chuckles)

- (Flask) Do we have any choice?

No choice, sir.

My name is Pip.

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