White Squall Page #13
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 129 min
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EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Phil and his parents sit outside at a ritzy restaurant.
Phil stares towards the harbor.
FRANCIS:
What's wrong, you don't like steak?
PHIL:
I should be eating with the crew.
FRANCIS:
Humor me. Eat it anyway.
PHIL:
Why are you here?
PEGGY:
We missed you. We wanted to check
on you.
PHIL:
I don't need you spying on me.
FRANCIS:
Spying?!
PHIL:
I can take care of myself.
FRANCIS:
(sarcastic)
Oh, really?
PHIL:
Look, you put me on this boat in the
first place. I didn't want to come
but I did. Why do you have to
embarrass me. Why can't you just
leave me alone?
Francis slaps Phil across the face nearly knocking him out
of his chair. Everyone and everything. It's humiliating.
PEGGY:
Francis!!
She cradles Phil's red face. He fights the tears.
FRANCIS:
Listen to me, you thankless little
prick. We're your parents, so don't
you dare talk to me disrespectfully.
What the hell is it, this captain?
Because I'll see him in a rowboat...
PHIL:
It has nothing to do with him.
FRANCIS:
Well, what does it have to do with?
Us?
PHIL:
No. Look, it's me okay? Can't it
just be about me? For once?
Phil pulls free and exits. He can feel eyes all over him.
Alice watches, swept up in the nostalgic romance of it
SKIPPER:
ALICE:
Your father?
SKIPPER:
All his years at sea, he never
stopped talking about these islands.
ALICE:
You miss him.
Skipper manages a sad smile.
SKIPPER:
Every hour. Every minute.
(pause)
I wish he was here. I wish he could
have sailed our girl. Seen these
boys...
She smiles warmly.
SKIPPER:
I'd have liked to have said goodbye.
ALICE:
He knows.
SKIPPER:
You sound so sure.
ALICE:
I am about this.
Skipper turns and stares at her deeply.
ALICE:
What?
SKIPPER:
He never would have believed a woman
like you existed.
Alice smiles and turns back to the dancers.
ALICE:
Do you remember the last time you
SKIPPER:
Guilty.
ALICE:
On the deck of the Yankee, the night
weren't much older than they are.
The music changes to a calypso waltz. Skipper takes Alice
by the hand.
SKIPPER:
Would you allow me?
She's sixteen again. There's something about him that
still makes her blush.
Skipper leads her to the dance floor. He hesitates,
looking deeply into her eyes. As they begin to dance, the
boys notice and exchange looks.
Lawford and George sit across the quad, sipping punch and
smoking cigars.
GEORGE:
If I didn't know better I'd say the
old man was acting almost halfway
human.
LAWFORD:
He is halfway human.
One by one the couples clear for the Skipper and his
bride. They glide, lost in each others arms. They dance
a dance for the ages. As if it might be for the last
time. The music swells.
EXT. PIER - NIGHT
Chuck and Bregitta, are at the end of the pier, a full
moon hangs above the horizon. Bregitta doesn't understand
what Chuck is saying, but it's clear she's enjoying him.
CHUCK:
I can't remember feeling like this
about myself, a place, someone like
you. We've come such a long way,
seen so much. But nothing like this.
Bregitta smiles and takes Chuck's hand. He's nervous.
CHUCK:
I'm not the best at expressing
myself. Maybe the only reason I can
now is because I know you don't
understand me.
(beat)
I like you so much. Too much. But
how could I? I mean, if we can't
even communicate, how could I know
you? It's confusing. We sail in an
hour and I'll never see you again.
Bregitta takes Chuck's face gently and kisses him
tenderly. Then, in perfect English...
BREGITTA:
I like you, too.
Chuck's eyes widen, astonished. Bregitta smiles, takes
Chuck by the hand, and leads him to a small covered boat
moored to the pier.
BREGITTA:
Come on. We don't have much time.
Blushing deeply, Chuck follows her into the boat.
EXT. STREET - SAME
Robin walks down the street hand in hand with one of the
girls. A long string of colored lights illuminate the
length of the street. Robin clumsily tries to kiss the
girl. She laughs.
ROBIN:
(defensive)
What?
Suddenly there's a flash and the sound of breaking glass.
Robin looks up to see Phil staggering, down the street,
smashing each of the colored light bulbs with a stick. He
showers himself with broken glass and sparks.
ROBIN:
(to girl)
Wait for me okay. I'll be right
back. I swear.
She smiles sadly and nods. Robin sprints down the pier
and catches up with Phil. His feet are bleeding. He is
completely smashed.
ROBIN:
Phil. What are you doing?
PHIL:
Fandango, Junior.
(he holds up his
stick)
I'm gonna do some limbo baby!!
ROBIN:
No way Phil. Not like this.
PHIL:
Roger Meris, steps up, it's a corker
down the pipe...
THWACK! He scores another bulb. Robin jumps out of the
way.
PHIL:
It's outta here!
ROBIN:
Come on man. Let's just talk about
it.
The music drifts from the gardens ahead. Phil bolts.
ROBIN:
Phil! Wait man... Come on...
John shares a joke with Lawford and George. The calypso
is cranking, but only John hears Phil and Robin crash into
the refreshment table. Robin struggles to stop Phil.
JOHN:
(to Lawford)
Be right back.
Lawford nods, oblivious.
ON THE GUYS:
John tries to help Robin with Phil.
JOHN:
Jesus! What the hell happened to
him.
PHIL:
Lemme go! Lemme go!!
ROBIN:
I don't know. We gotta get 'im
outta here before Skipper sees him
like this.
PHIL:
Son of a b*tch!!
Phil kicks and struggles.
JOHN:
Phil, if you don't calm down, I'm
gonna hurt you. Got it?
They drag him into the darkness. From near the bandstand
however, Skipper has seen it all.
EXT. ALBATROSS - NIGHT
The crew lean along the rail waving goodbye to the girls
who wave back with their white handkerchiefs.
Chuck and John hold Phil still as Robin picks shards of
glass out of his feet. Phil clenches his jaw, but his
eyes are dry.
EXT. ALBATROSS - DAY
The ship is under full-sail driving before a brisk
following wind. It takes two on the helm to keep her
safely on course. Those not on watch are sprawled about
the boat, scraping and 'red-leading' or reading. Chuck
and Robin sit forward with John, studying. Lawford paces
the deck, chiding the crew.
LAWFORD:
The rust won't wait for you to read
Conrad, Goodall.
JOHN:
Then he shouldn't have written such
a long poem, Mr. Lawford.
LAWFORD:
Read on, young John. Read on.
College boards are coming.
John looks down, dejected. Suddenly Tod cries from the
foretop.
TOD:
There they blow!! There they blow!!
Dolphins off the bow!!!
Everyone rushes to see. Dolphins leaping out of the
water. It's a magnificent game they play with ships. The
crew cheers as each one explodes out of the sea, close
enough to touch.
Isolated, Phil watches. Angry, cut off. Chuck eyes him,
worried.
Bill and Charlie rig the bowswain's chair and lower Rick
into the water. Suddenly, the dolphins are everywhere.
Rick pets them as they swim back and forth. Shear joy.
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