The Mosquito Coast Page #7

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It's all right, girls. Come on, sweetheart.

It's all right. It's all right. Don't worry.

We're just going...

Don't worry. I got some gas.

I guess I must have spilled some.

Start the generators! Get the hoses going!

Communists.

Charlie, let go of the bowline.

We're getting out of here.

Dad.

What?

We're not going with you.

What?

You're a liar.

- Charlie's got a plan. Listen to him.

- Don't you turn against me, Mother.

Allie, you're killing us!

You've always been against me.

You're no better than these kids!

I'm sorry.

- Come on.

- No.

Come on, let's get off the boat.

Mother!

It's all right.

It's all right, my darling.

It's all right.

Gurney, we got the pump on!

You see what that says over that door?

It says, "Hallelujah!"

How am I doing, Son?

Fine, Dad.

I can't move. Just my head.

You'll get better.

Man sprang from a faulty world, Charlie.

It's a bad design, the human body.

The skin's not thick enough.

Too little hair, no claws or fangs.

We weren't meant to stand upright.

It exposes our heart and genitals.

Should be on all fours.

Hairier with tails.

Look at me. Yes, sir.

I'm going to be on all fours from now on.

I don't want Dad to die.

I know that. I know.

Nature's crooked.

I wanted right angles...

...straight lines.

You cut yourself opening a can of tuna

and you die.

Are we still going upriver, Mother?

Yes, darling.

Once I had believed in Father...

... and the world had seemed small and old.

Now he was gone and I wasn't afraid

to love him anymore.

And the world seemed limitless.

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