The Poseidon Adventure Page #3

So just remain calm.

Keep your positions.

Help is on the way.

-Sis!

-Help is on the way.

Susan!

Susan!

-Robin, are you all right?

-Yes, sir. l'm all right.

-But l can't--

-Robin?

Reverend Scott.

Can you help me?

What are you doing up there, Sis?

That's a stupid question!

-Are you hurt?

-l don't think so.

Just stay perfectly still.

You wait right here.

lt'll be all right.

Hold on, Sis.

Over here, everybody!

Listen to me, give me some help.

Gather around.

Pull it tight. Let's make a net.

Tuck it down tight.

All right, boys. Pull it tight.

That's it.

All right, hold on.

Come on, Susan!

Jump, we'll catch you!

l can't!

Don't be afraid! Jump!

Trust us!

Come on, you can make it, Sis!

Come on and jump, Susan!

You can make it.

Susan, you can do it.

Now, come on.

-lt's a cinch. Come on!

-That's it, keep coming. Come on.

Come on, jump!

Sis!

-Are you all right?

-Yes.

-Sis!

-Okay.

Listen to me, everybody!

Listen to me, please!

Please stay where you are!

Reverend Scott?

-Who is it?

-lt's me, sir, Acres.

Could you help me down?

l've injured my leg.

Hang on, we'll get you down.

Grab that.

Pull it out. Grab hold.

Excuse me, Reverend,

my name's James Martin.

-lsn't it better to go up?

-What do you mean?

lt seems that any rescue would

have to come through the hull.

-The hull? You mean the bottom?

-My God, that's right.

We're upside down.

We've got to go up.

Acres, where's that lead to?

To the galley, sir.

-You stay there, we're coming up.

-Wait.

How do you figure going through

the bottom?

lt's solid steel.

Aft, sir, at the outlet of the

propeller shaft.

Kid, this isn't some toy boat,

so you let us figure it out, huh?

l'm sorry, sir, but Charley,

the third engineer. . .

. . .he told me that by the shaft,

the hull was only one-inch thick.

Look, do you know how thick

one inch of steel is?

lt's one inch less than two inches.

We're climbing up! All of us!

ls there a ladder there,

or something we can climb with?

No, sir, this is

the linen service area.

-Tablecloths?

-Yes, sir.

-We can knot them together.

-Wouldn't be strong enough.

What we need is a--

Something like that,

the Christmas tree.

-Come on, give me a hand.

-No.

-You gonna give us a hand?

-No. Didn't you hear the purser?

He said to stay put and keep calm.

Help will be here.

-l'm staying right here.

-There he goes. That's my old man.

-Linda.

-Everything by the book!

-You stay the hell out of this!

-You get your ass with us, mister.

Hey. . .

. . .watch your language, preacher.

You sound like you come from the slum!

You son of a b*tch, go help him!

Okay, okay.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Clear the way!

Come on, clear the way!

We're gonna lift on three.

Get over.

One! Two--

For God's sake, Reverend,

that's suicide!

We're cut off from the world.

Maybe we can get to them.

-Now, get out of the way.

-Pray for us but don't do this!

Climbing up will kill you all!

Sitting on our butts

isn't gonna help us either!

Maybe by climbing up

we can save ourselves.

You got any sense, you'll come too.

Grab hold. On three! One!

Two! Up!

Holy mackerel, it's heavy.

All right, forward!

Hold it!

Let's upend it.

Bring it up to your waist.

Stand by, Acres!

Good for you, Mr. Rosen.

All right, come on, everybody! Push!

-Come on, push!

-Get the bottom!

-Anchor the bottom!

-Keep it up now!

-Put some muscle into it!

-Be careful there.

-Keep it straight!

-All the way up!

All right, Reverend.

-Come on, push!

-Come on!

-Come on, Rogo!

-Catch it, hold it!

Don't let it tip over!

-Good. Easy.

-That's it.

That's it. Acres, watch out.

-Stand clear.

-We did it.

Acres, can you anchor it up there?

-Yeah, l think so, sir.

-Good man.

-Mr. Rosen.

-Yeah?

Get your wife.

-Are you all fixed up there, Acres?

-Yes, sir.

Let's start climbing up.

l need a monkey.

-Are you game?

-Yes, sir!

Good boy.

Climb up inside as far as you can go.

Then come out and Mr. Acres

will give you a hand, okay?

No sweat.

lt's a cinch! Come on!

-Now the rest of us.

-So you get us up there, then what?

Through the kitchen and deeper

until we reach the hull.

That way.

Then you kick out the bottom

and swim ashore, huh?

Or yell, ''This is the police,''

and it'll open up.

-Don't be a smart-ass.

-Susan, you're first.

You can't climb in a gown,

so it'll have to come off. Okay?

Go up the same way Robin did. . .

-. . .and don't look down.

-Okay.

Excuse me, Reverend, what about

all those other people?

l'll keep them moving.

Try and get the others to join.

Okay, Miss Rogo, up you go.

-You have to take off the gown.

-Like hell she will!

-She can't climb in that, too tight.

-She's got nothing under it!

Just panties. What else do l need?

What do you mean, what else?

-Give her your shirt.

-My--

Come on.

Linda. . .

. . .next time you put something on

like l told you to put on.

-How you coming, Susan?

-All right!

Good girl.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there's very little time.

Please, everybody, you heard

what the reverend said. . .

. . .he's taking us up

to the engine room.

-Please, everyone, come this way.

-Mr. Martin!

-We're staying right here.

-Can't you see the logic?

-What are you doing?

-l want you. . .

. . .to give this to our

little grandson, huh?

Why? l'm going somewhere you're not?

-Tell me something, Manny.

-What is it now?

How long you think since we

told each other ''l love you''?

Who knows?

Twenty years?

Yesterday?

l love you.

Not many people have had that.

Put it back on. You'll give

it to him yourself.

-No.

-Mrs. Rosen. . .

. . .we have to go right now.

Mr. Scott, a fat woman like me

can't climb.

-l'll wait here with the others.

-l'm afraid l can't allow that.

Listen to him, Belle.

There's something different up there

than there is down here?

Yes.

Life.

Life is up there.

And life always matters very much. . .

. . .doesn't it?

Yes.

All right, so l'll climb.

Please, Ted.

You've got to wake up.

We've got something we've got to do.

You know how disorganized l am

without you.

-Wake up.

-Miss?

Miss?

l think you should come with me.

Leave him?

Oh, l can't.

l can't leave my brother.

He's all l've got.

What's your name?

Nonnie.

Nonnie. . .

. . .your brother's dead.

Did you like his music?

l would have danced to it. . .

. . .if l'd had somebody to dance with.

Come, please.

Come with me. Please.

-Come on, Belle.

-l can't!

You can. lt's just a little higher.

l can't, Manny, l'm stuck.

l'm stuck in the spokes!

-Yes, you can.

-l can't, Manny!

l can't!

What's happening? What is that?

What's down there?

Good girl.

-Excuse me for getting so familiar.

-What else could you do?

Mrs. Peter Pan, l'm not.

All right, Belle, let's get up.

Come on, come on.

That's it. There we go.

You ready?

-Follow her.

-Wait a minute.

-Don't you ever say ''please''?

-lf it'll get you up that tree. . .

. . .please.

This is Nonnie, she's coming with us.

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