Moonrise Kingdom Page #5

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Where we going?

Fort Lebanon.

My cousin Ben runs the Supply and

Resources outpost for the Hullabaloo.

He's a Falcon Scout,

Legionnaire. Cousin Ben'll know what to do.

Can we trust him?

Normally, I'd say no.

Did you leave

another note for Lionel?

Not this time.

He can't keep his trap shut.

Besides, I'll probably

never see him again.

True.

This is the island

of St. Jack Wood,

extending far north

from Land's End

along the deep water channel

that leads to Broken Rock.

A low flood plain separates the

beach from the township above.

A small but

prosperous community.

The barometer reads

Strong winds, as you can see,

already at 22 knots.

The time is now 4:35 a.m.

Did you file the motion

of continuance? Peabody v. Henderson?

It was sustained.

Good.

Did the judge consider

your application for leniency?

Rogers v. Yentob?

- He granted it.

- Great.

I'm sorry, Walt.

It's not your fault.

Which injuries

are you apologizing for, specifically?

Specifically?

Whichever ones still hurt.

Half of those

were self-inflicted.

I hope the roof flies off,

and I get sucked up into space.

You'll be better

off without me.

Stop feeling

sorry for yourself.

Why?

We're all they've got, Walt.

That's not enough.

"'But I'm not going, '

said Barnaby Jack.

"'I'm running away

tonight for good.

"'And this time I

won't get caught.'

"Annabelle whispered,

'I'm coming with you.'

"Her yellow hair,

now brown at the roots,

"caught up in

the wind and danced.

"Barnaby Jack

took Annabelle's hand

"and pressed something into it

the size of a jellybean.

"'Hide this in your socks,

and be ready at midnight."'

Continue.

Keep going.

- Keep going.

- Go on.

- We're listening.

- That's good.

"He leapt out the window

and landed in the fresh fallen snow."

Where's my record player?

You're not going to

believe this one, sir.

That Scout Master on

New Penzance has now lost his entire troop.

Well, I'll be damned!

Who is this bimbo?

Couldn't say, sir.

Be right back.

There's a broken gumball machine

right behind the snack tent.

I don't care how they do it

where you come from.

You want pop? You want candy?

You want a snake bite kit?

Get some money.

Cousin Ben?

Come back in five minutes.

Is this him?

Field Mate Sam Shakusky,

Troop 55, resigned.

He's hot. Almost too hot.

What's in the can?

$76, but it's mostly

in nickels.

Give it to me.

- Your badge in seamanship?

- Yes, sir.

Good. There's a cold water

crabber moored off Broken Rock.

The skipper owes me an IOU.

We'll see if he

can take you on as a claw cracker.

It won't be an easy life,

but it's better than shock therapy.

Thank you, sir.

By the way,

where's the chapel tent?

Back there,

but the padre's home with the mumps.

Why do you ask?

I want to bring my wife.

But we're not married yet.

You his girl?

Yeah.

Technically,

I'm a civil law scrivener.

I'm authorized

to declare births, deaths, and marriages.

You're kind of young.

You got a license?

- No.

- No.

I can't offer you

a legally binding union.

It won't hold up in

the state, the county,

or, frankly,

any courtroom in the world

due to your age,

lack of a license,

and failure to get

parental consent.

But the ritual does

carry a very important

moral weight within yourselves.

You can't enter

into this lightly. Look into my eyes.

- Do you love each other?

- Yes, we do.

But think about

what I'm saying.

Are you sure

you're ready for this?

- Yes, we are.

- They're not listening to me.

- Let me rephrase it.

- We're in a hurry.

Are you chewing...

Spit out the gum, sister.

In fact, everybody.

I don't like

the snappy attitude.

This is the most important decision

you've made in your lives.

Go over by that trampoline

and talk it through

before you give me

another quick answer.

We're sure.

Okay. Let's do a blood test.

Under the eye of God,

and within the boundaries of

this local jurisdiction,

which we hereby consecrate on this

day, the 5th of September, 1965.

That's the end

of the short form.

Do any of the witnesses

have objections or remarks?

Usually they don't. Skotak?

Can we loan them the nickels?

I'm worried about their future.

That's my fee.

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

What'd I just say?

That's my fee. I'm keeping the nickels.

Okay, they can have

the tennis ball can.

Sign here,

initial here and here.

Take the carbon,

leave the Bible. Let's go.

Where are they going, again?

He's going to work on a shrimper,

if I understand correctly.

- I wish them well.

- Me, too.

Me, too.

I think they're coming back.

- Be quick, sailor!

- What happened?

She left her

binoculars on a hook in the chapel tent.

Just leave them.

We can't. It's her magic power!

You killed your dog,

by the way.

Snoopy?

Well, it couldn't be helped.

Why do you

consider me your enemy?

Because your

girlfriend stabbed me

in the back with

lefty scissors.

She's my wife now.

Congratulations.

Thank you, but I'm saying before

that, six weeks ago, from day one.

Why don't you like me?

Why should I? Nobody else does.

My God! He's here!

The fugitive! Stop him!

Stop him!

On this spot,

I'll fight no more, forever.

Come and get me, you bastards!

I'm okay.

Follow me.

Company, let's go!

Captain Sharp,

we've located the missing troop.

They just fled camp.

We're in pursuit.

They're accompanied

by a 12-year-old girl

in knee socks

and Sunday school shoes.

Stand by, Commander Pierce.

Jed, re-route to St. Jack Wood.

Tell Social Services

the boy's at Fort Lebanon.

Roger that. Will comply.

Notify the Bishops,

Suzy's there.

Randy, you monitoring?

Affirmative. I'm on my way.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Bishop?

Oh, dear God. Get the boys!

Let's go! Right now!

Tower control, this is Jed.

Confirm coordinates for new

destination, Alpha two-two-seven-one-fiver.

Looking pretty soupy up here.

Wouldn't mind setting down

before the pot boils over.

Hang on, Social Services.

Once again, storm

waters have just breached

the dam at

Black Beacon Reservoir.

A flash flood alert is in effect.

Take immediate precautions

That's coming our way.

Did you find them?

Prepare to mobilize

to higher ground.

St. Jack's Church

is the designated storm shelter.

Notify all Scouts to

muster outside my tent, on the double.

Attention, company!

Prepare for...

Who's that?

You call yourself

a Khaki Scout?

Sorry, sir?

Where's your goddamn troop,

you son of a b*tch?

You don't have them?

They could get

killed out there!

I'm field stripping

you of your command.

Attention, company!

Prepare for

emergency evacuation!

Sir, do you have your medicine?

I'll be right back.

Hold your positions!

Company secretary,

status report.

All accounted for,

Scout Master!

Okay, boys,

we're going to make a run for it! Fall in!

Let's move!

Come on, follow me!

Who's in charge here?

Randy, what happened?

Take the commander off me!

Suzy?

Suzy? Sam?

They ran away again.

We got to go back out there.

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