Orca Page #3

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What about Paul?

What about Annie's leg?

- That's just the point.

- You mean you're going alone?

If I don't, I'm afraid of what they

might do to Paul and Annie.

- And it's me the animal wants.

- Nolan, you're crazy!

If you're right and a human being

were crazed with grief, -

- would you do anything he wanted?

No, you'd try to protect him

against himself.

And, Nolan, who do you think

you owe more to?

The villagers or that animal?

- All right, then I won't go.

- You mean that?

- I do.

- You'll call me in the morning?

I will.

- Promise?

- Promise.

Good night, then.

- Nolan? Are you going out too?

- I'm just going to pack some gear.

Take me with you.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Come on.

I'll tell you what...

Come and sit over here.

Rest that leg.

You've got a long, bumpy ride.

Good girl.

Fill her up and check the hood,

I'll get the air.

- We're all out.

- Of air?

- Gas, oil, anything.

- You just put gas in that car!

- There are no bus tickets either.

- What's the idea?

Tell Nolan that he must accept

what he already knows in his heart.

There's no way out

but to the sea.

- The whale's gone.

- He's not gone.

He hides in a sea cave.

The monster's message is clear.

We must send him Nolan

or he will torment the village.

This town's loony!

Tell your captain

I'm not his enemy.

I would sail as one of the crew,

I could help him.

With me or without me,

he has no choice but to fight.

What's the matter?

I can't get up.

My leg...

You all right?

- I can't move!

- Paul! Get the lamp by the door.

I can't hold on.

Catch this, Annie.

Pull, that's it!

You revengeful son-of-a-b*tch!

You win.

You want revenge?

You'll have it!

I'm coming to get you!

I'll fight you!

You revengeful son-of-a-b*tch!

You win! Do you hear me?

You win.

Nolan's effort to spare his crew

had failed.

The town and the orca saw to that.

I insisted on going with them.

I felt responsible for Nolan.

I had flled his head with notions

of whales being capable of grief, -

- which I believed,

but also of calculated actions, -

- which I doubted,

despite all that had happened.

Maybe I hoped I would interpret

the animal in a new way.

It seemed perverse to assume that,

because the whale was intelligent, -

- it would also have

our ugliest emotion: vengeance.

I was sure of one thing, though.

His grief had made the orca

unpredictable. I felt obliged-

- to protect both it and Nolan

from that insanity.

Nolan seemed sure of what would

happen. That frightened me.

He set our course for the exact

spot where he killed the female.

He was sure

the creature would come.

Excuse me...

Shouldn't there be a look-out?

He's not ready yet.

That's your gun.

Oil the patch.

- I don't shoot whales.

- If he gets me, you'll have to.

- Do you really think he'll get you?

- No, I said "if'.

It's him!

- That's his first contact.

- How should I steer?

- This is exactly what I thought.

- I'll go in the look-out.

- Where are you going with that gun?

- What do you mean?

It's me he wants to fight.

Put down that gun.

Steady as she goes.

Stand by for a depth charge.

- You can't let off dynamite!

- Do you want me to dive overboard?

- Don't!

- Hands off.

Get your head in.

Here he comes!

What the hell is he up to?

He wants us to follow him.

Umilak! Change course.

Starboard.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine.

I don't know whether to scold you or

thank you, but what's done is done.

Ken!

What's he telling you?

"You're me," he's saying.

"I'm you. "

"You're my drunk driver," he's saying.

They'll want us to turn back now.

It's too late for me.

I'll take over from Paul.

Okay, Paul, I'll take her.

I wouldn't have believed it,

hadn't I seen it.

That course just threaded us

straight to the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

- Like he had radar.

- Sonar, actually.

Did Nolan radio back

what happened to Ken?

I don't know.

If he did, we would have been

ordered back to the port.

You're getting as crazy

as he is, Rachel.

Turn in now, Paul.

Try not to dream.

- It's dead on.

- On what?

The Strait of Belle Isle.

The open sea.

He's taking us out of the gulf,

to the coast of Labrador.

I feel this is the last lap.

- There's no way out north.

- Ice can crush this boat in seconds.

Ice cuts both ways.

He'll have to crash up

through it -

- to find air.

This whale is not

as smart as I thought he was.

- Come and ram us, you crazy fish!

- Take it easy.

You're doing exactly

what he wants you to do.

He normally follows his victim

for two weeks before he hits it.

Here, read it. Page 77.

He's trying to drive us crazy.

He's already done it with you.

I've checked the fuel.

There's not enough to take us home.

We can pull up at a gas station.

No more wisecracks.

We don't have enough to get home.

There's a radar station

northwest of Seahorse Point.

You can send an SOS. They'll

lift you out with a helicopter.

Lift us out?

What about you?

Me?

With the growing cold

came a growing quiet.

From the crew,

from Nolan, everything.

It was numbing like the chill,

and palpable.

The orca moved north,

and we followed.

We didn't speak about Ken's death,

or about our plans.

All Nolan said was

that the orca was reeling us in.

But we were low on fuel, -

- and Nolan didn't seem to

give thought to fght or flight.

The creature led,

Nolan followed.

If there were a purpose to what

we were doing, only the orca knew.

Engines astern!

- What are you doing?

- I'm swinging the lifeboat out.

- It can get carried away.

- We'll take that chance.

Get up here and swing that light,

and find me a clear way.

- Are you joking?

- Find me a passage!

Nolan...

You're tired. Get some sleep.

I'll take care of him.

- I think Nolan's right.

- About what?

- The boat's more secure inboard.

- Well, that's what makes horseraces.

Come, I'll warm you.

Do you remember?

Some time ago,

you asked me -

- how much I'd make from

the whale. Do you remember that?

All I wanted was enough money -

- to pay off the boat.

Go back to Ireland.

America never suited me.

Now look what I've done.

Three people dead.

An innocent girl maimed for life.

God forgive me...

Tomorrow will be the day.

He loved his family more

than I loved mine.

I won't be needing this.

It's going to be a fair fight

on equal terms.

I'm taking over.

We're going back.

Now!

There's an iceberg

coming towards us.

It's moving against the current.

Umilak, start the engines.

Get me the harpoon.

He has to come up for air.

Go on.

SOS...

We'll leave our signal on automatic.

Thank you.

Stand back now.

Behind you!

Here, catch!

What in hell are you?

Shoot!

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