Moonrise Kingdom Page #6

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I need volunteers.

You, and you and you.

- You?

- Are you all right?

Of course I am.

Where's the boy?

We don't know yet.

That's not acceptable.

What do you

want me to say, lady?

Somebody get

Jed a cup of coffee.

- You're Captain Sharp.

- That's correct.

I'm Social Services. I remanded the

boy into your personal custody.

You're responsible

for his safety.

I'm told that

he's just been struck by lightning.

That's the first

I've heard of it.

It's true.

Scout Master Ward, I presume.

Yes, ma'am.

Your reputation precedes you.

You two are

the most appallingly

incompetent custodial guardians

Social Services has

ever had the misfortune

to encounter in

a 27-year career!

What do you have to

say for yourselves?

You can't do this.

They'll eat him alive in there.

Where?

What's the name

of the place again?

Juvenile Refuge.

Sounds like jail.

Just find the boy,

and deliver him to Social Services.

Nothing else is in your power.

I'm sorry.

Can we get back to the rescue now?

- Suzy is still out there.

- Who are you?

Walt and Laura Bishop,

their daughter's the missing girl.

The parents of the stabber?

I object to that description.

She was attacked.

Excuse me?

I want the details about that.

Where's the Scout she knifed?

Right here.

- Field Mate Redford, sir.

- What's his condition?

He may suffer some limited

chronic kidney insufficiency.

Here's the report.

- We don't have time for that!

- She's right.

- Let's go.

- Stop!

Nobody's going anywhere.

He's not getting shock therapy.

That's it!

I am citing you for gross misconduct.

You are hereby

summoned to appear...

I'm writing you up back!

Be notified that

you stand accused of mistreatment...

What are you talking about?

I won't let you do it!

Look!

- They're gone.

- Who?

- Suzy?

- Sam!

- They're here?

- Yeah.

Where'd they go? Answer me!

Halt! Stop!

Stay there.

Wait, take these!

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

Come down!

Social Services,

do you read me? Over.

We might have to swim for it.

How deep is it?

I didn't bring my life jacket.

I don't know, but if it's too

shallow, we'll break our necks anyway.

Hang on to me.

Okay.

No, I'm not married, but

I'm a police officer.

Application denied. I'm sorry.

I cannot authorize that. Over.

Counselors, what's

the legal perspective? Over.

In this state,

I would litigate with extreme confidence.

- I concur.

- Open with Article 15

of the Codes of

Civic Jurisdiction.

No party,

under any circumstances,

shall be denied due

and proper consideration

without prejudice

in perpetuity.

On three again.

Wait.

Just in case this is a suicide

or they capture us

and we never see each other again anymore,

I just want to say

thank you for marrying me.

I'm glad I got

to know you, Suzy.

I think you've still

got lightning in you.

Let's jump.

No! God damn it!

Tell him. Over.

Captain Sharp is

offering to assume

the responsibility

of foster parenthood.

He wants you to live with him.

Is this acceptable to you, Mr. Shakusky?

What do you think, pal?

We're coming down.

Over and out.

They're coming down.

Over and...

Don't let go.

The Black Beacon

storm was considered

by the US Department

of Inclement Weather

to be the region's

most destructive meteorological event

of the second half

of the 20th century.

It lingered through six high

tides and inundated the islands

with punishing winds

and extreme high waters.

On St. Jack Wood,

powerful surges broke the arcade boardwalk

and demolished

the village bandstand and casino.

Scout Master's log.

October 10th.

Reconstruction continues

increasingly ahead of schedule,

which I attribute to

a particularly robust

esprit de corps

among the troop.

The latrine, however,

does continue to present...

Excuse me, sir?

- You've got the new recruit?

- Yes, sir.

- What's his rank?

- He doesn't have one.

Pigeon Scout.

Let's get him a patch.

The coastal

areas of New Penzance

were battered

and changed forever.

Height.

Mile 3.25

Tidal Inlet was erased from the map.

But harvest yields

the following autumn

far exceeded any

previously recorded,

and the quality of the crops

was said to be extraordinary.

So you see,

the composer Benjamin Britten

has taken the whole

orchestra apart.

Now he puts it

back together again in a fugue.

The instruments come

in one after another

in the same order as before,

beginning with the piccolo.

And at the end, when all the

instruments have finally come in...

Suzy, Lionel,

Murray, Rudy, dinner!

Melody, while

the other instruments...

Don't make us ask twice!

See you tomorrow.

For Juman

Now we will

demonstrate the orchestration

of Monsieur Desplat's

musical suite.

A little electronic

metronome sets the time.

First, a harp.

Next, pizzicato cellos.

Flute and piccolo.

Electric guitar.

Ukulele.

Classical guitar.

Banjo.

Thin wood blocks.

And two more harps.

B-3 organ.

Celesta.

Bowed vibraphone.

And piano.

Pizzicato violins.

And double bass.

Tubular bells.

And the glockenspiel.

The ride cymbal.

Piatti.

Snare drums.

Gran casa.

Timpani!

Sixteen baritone bass singers.

Xylophone.

Bassoons.

Clarinet.

French horns.

Tenor sax.

Trombone.

Tuba!

Trumpets.

Triangle.

Thank you very

much for listening.

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