The Poseidon Adventure Page #4

-What about the others?

-Nobody will listen.

They have more confidence

in the purser than in us.

You help her up, Mr. Martin,

and then you follow her.

You didn't say what you thought

of my sermon.

-You didn't ask me.

-l'm asking you now.

You spoke only for the strong.

l'm asking you to be strong.

Come with us.

l can't leave these people.

l know l can't save them.

l suspect we'll die. . .

. . .but l can't leave them.

They don't want to go.

They've chosen to stay.

Why should you?

What good's your life then?

What's it all been for?

l have no other choice.

John, l'm not gonna give up.

Can l have your attention?

May l have your attention, please?

That's the way out.

-That's our only chance.

-Don't listen to him!

-We must stay until help arrives.

-Help from where?

From the captain? He's dead.

Everyone above us before the ship

turned over is dead.

Because now they're under the water.

-That's not true!

-lt is true, you pompous ass!

There's nobody alive but us!

And nobody's going to help us

except ourselves.

lt's up to each one of you.

lt's up to all of us. Together.

Now, for God's sake, come with me.

l order you not to go!

He knows nothing about this ship.

-He's right.

-Mind your own business!

-God bless.

-God bless you.

Here, sir. Here, sir.

Here you are.

-l appeal to you for the last time.

-You don't know what you're saying!

l know this much:

The sea will keep pouring in.

We'll keep settling deeper.

We may even go under. . .

. . .before we cut our way out.

But it's a chance.

We might make it.

lf you stay here, you'll die!

We are staying with the purser!

-Couldn't talk anybody else into it?

-We're on our own. Let's get inside.

Get them inside! Get in!

Let's get to the tree!

Hold it!

One at a time!

-Don't panic!

-Goddamn it, get off my back!

Don't panic! One at a time!

Get off my hand!

One at a time! Take it easy!

Give me your hand, Reverend!

Give me your hand!

l'm going under! Help me, help me!

l'm going under!

l'm going under!

l'm going under!

Help me, help me! Please!

Oh, my God! l don't want to die!

Please help me! Please!

Don't hang on me! Help me!

Which way to the kitchen, Acres?

This way, sir.

What is that?

Fire, sir.

-That's a special fire door, eh?

-Yes, sir. lt's a safety door.

-lt closes at high temperature, right?

-Yes, sir.

So any fire would be out of oxygen--

Smothered, wouldn't it?

-That's the theory, sir.

-Let's test it.

-Get them to stand away from the door.

-Hold it!

Do you know what a flash fire is?

l won't let you kill us!

l'm going through that door, Mr. Rogo.

You can either close that door

behind me or try to stop me.

Now, what's it gonna be?

l always thought l was gonna catch it

in some tenement by some criminal.

Okay, open it.

Move back against

the bulkhead, please.

Would you move back?

Thank you. Over there.

Here.

Get back! Go on!

Get back, all of you!

Excuse me, Mr. Rogo.

What if he doesn't come back?

So, how the hell do l know?

Well, we have to do something.

We have to formulate some plan.

Meanwhile, what do l tell the others?

Tell them to bring out their

hymn books and start singing.

Get back! Get back!

Okay.

-Okay, what?

-Acres.

Where does the companionway

by the kitchen lead to?

Down to-- Up to Broadway, sir.

-What's Broadway?

-Service way that runs along the ship.

Does it lead to the engine room?

l don't know much about below deck

but there might be access from there.

There is!

-You again?

-Sorry, sir.

Robin, how do you know about Broadway?

l went there with my engineer friend.

He called it Broadway

when he took me to the boilers.

That's it then.

-You're taking his word for it?

-Why not?

-He's just a kid!

-Mrs. Rosen, no more Christmas trees.

l'd be grateful.

-Can you make it, Acres?

-Oh, yes, sir.

l'm fine, sir. Fine.

-Get your brother.

-Nonnie, come on.

-Belle, we have to go.

-Let's go.

There's a lot of dead bodies in there.

Don't touch anything, it's hot.

No! Manny, the fire will burn us.

We'll go back!

For 30 years you've given the orders,

now obey mine. We're going through!

l'll take care of you!

Acres, is this the only way?

Yes, sir.

We'll need something

to pull you up with.

Reverend, try this.

Acres, you first. l need you.

Rogo, give him a hand.

Rogo, Rogo, Rogo.

Mr. Rogo, put this around his waist.

What l don't like about you, Scott,

is your attitude.

Or is it deeper?

Maybe we're two of a kind and

you don't like looking at yourself.

Through those doors?

Oh, no, that's the crew's galley.

lt's--

lt's that way, sir.

-Get the rest of them.

-Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

All right, grab ahold of this.

-l'm surprised the lights still work.

-Emergency circuit and batteries.

Supposed to stay operational

for three hours.

They better.

Oh, God.

-Well?

-There's no other exit from this area.

There's gotta be. Think.

You're all right, Belle.

Go ahead, pull.

lt's okay, Mrs. Rosen.

l helped my dad pull in a 600-pound

swordfish off Hawaii.

There.

That's it, sir. . .

. . .down there. Right there.

l think that's it, sir.

-This leads to the central shaft?

-lt's what l've been told.

-Where does it lead to?

-l think there's exits on all decks. . .

. . .like this one.

-lt doesn't look very promising.

-No, it doesn't.

Okay, up you go.

The water's coming in!

The water's coming in!

-There, grab it!

-The water's coming in!

Shut up!

Come on, get up this goddamn ramp!

We all can't be as composed

as you are, Mrs. Rogo.

Come on up here.

-Hurry! Hurry!

-Get the hose down here.

All right, grab it!

-Bring it down.

-Come on!

-Pull! Pull!

-Get up.

Don't panic, don't panic!

All right, all right.

-Rogo.

-Yeah?

-Bring them this way.

-Everybody down this way.

lt's crazy. We're sinking!

Nothing will keep us from drowning!

-Keep moving!

-He's right.

-There are air pockets everywhere.

-Air pockets?

Yes.

That last deck flooding

doesn't mean this one will.

-How long will we stay afloat?

-Long enough.

Andrea Doria stayed afloat

1 0 hours before sinking.

You see, we've got a long time to go.

Come on, keep moving.

This duct leads to

a vertical air shaft.

Through that little hole?

This little hole will get us

up to Broadway.

We've climbed four decks,

two more to go.

-This is the only way.

-You expect a person to fit in there?

Mrs. Rosen, you'll crawl

through there, believe me.

She has this illusion.

Always thinking she's too fat.

-Rogo, follow me.

-l figured. lt's me again, huh?

Why?

l'll need you when we get

to the other end of this duct.

-Mr. Martin!

-Yes, sir?

See that everyone gets in

and follow at the rear.

Oh, okay, Reverend.

l'm going next. . .

. .so if old fat-ass

gets stuck in there. . .

. . .l won't be caught behind her.

Come on, kids, you're next.

Manny. . .

. . .if l get stuck, push.

Don't worry, you won't get stuck.

Watch your head.

That's it.

-Okay, Nonnie, you're next.

-No, with you.

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