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White Squall Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 129 min
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He slams a text book into John's hands.
LAWFORD:
Read for me please the words of Mr.
Keats at the bottom of the page.
John stares back, simmering. Robin interrupts the
potential confrontation and reaches for the book.
ROBIN:
I'll read it. I mean I don't mind.
JOHN:
Shut up donut.
John pushes Robin's hands away and studies the page for a
moment. He begins reading but struggles with the cadence.
JOHN:
(reading)
Much have I traveled in realms of
gold/ And many goodly states and
kingdoms seen/ Round many western
islands have I been/ Which bards in
fealty to Apollo hold/ Oft of one
wide expanse had I been told/ That
deep-browed Homer ruled as his
demesne.
LAWFORD:
You know what he is talking about
here?
Blank faces.
LAWFORD:
(ranting)
Awe. Humility. He's telling you
that he has traveled the seas as
Homer did. As Ulysses had before
him as he tried to find his way home
to Ithaca after the Trojan Wars.
"That deep browed Homer"...
He points to his head.
LAWFORD:
Brilliant, seasoned, wise, of the
mind; "... ruled as his demesne."
imagination, like a god.
(pause)
That is what one of the greatest
literary minds of modern times, Mr.
Boutillier, has to say about Homer.
He snatches the book back.
LAWFORD:
You think the Odyssey is dull? I'll
tell you something, it's about each
one of you -- right now. Doubt and
expectation. Friendship, community,
self sacrifice and accountability.
He holds up the text.
LAWFORD:
This isn't just a story!! It's
history made allegory. It is a
philosophical handbook for life! It
holds the secret of this very
voyage.
JOHN:
What is it... the secret?
Lawford breaks into a huge belly laugh.
JOHN:
(confused)
What?
LAWFORD:
If it were only that simple, my
young friend. Read on, gentlemen.
Read on.
EXT. ALBATROSS - ESTABLISHING - DAY
Aerial shot. The Albatross is under full sail leaving
Bermuda for the last time.
OLDER CHUCK (V.O.)
And so it was the Albatross that
took to the open sea with the wind
in her snapping canvas and a bone of
white foam in her teeth... In each
of us were feelings of anticipation
and hesitation for the man at the
wheel and of the unfamiliar world he
was leading us into.
She crashes through the surf -- driving, majestic music,
building.
DECK - DAY
The crew hauls in the line, raising the mainsail. Chuck
struggles to coil the rope as fast as it is coming in.
ALOFT:
The crew take turns racing up the ratlines into the
rigging.
BOWSPRIT NET:
The crew pull down the jib trying to furl it. Most of the
sail ends up dragging in the water.
ABOVE:
The squaresails are dropped simultaneously.
WIDE:
White foam boils from the bow of the Albatross as she
crashes through the waves.
AT THE WHEEL:
Alice smiles and puts her arms around Skipper's waist.
It's coming together.
FORETOP - SAME
Skipper stands at the rail, looking out. The seas are up
and the masts are pitching widely from side to side.
Chuck is high above the deck in the footropes, wrestling
with one of the squaresails. The pitching mast catches
him by surprise and he slips. He tumbles down, tangled in
the lines. A rope wraps around his neck, choking him.
Robin looks up and sees him hanging helplessly.
ROBIN:
Bill!! Skipper!!
Robin freezes. Skipper leaps into the rigging like a
spider and, in a few seconds, wrestles Chuck free and
carries him down to the deck. Chuck coughs, catching his
breath. The color is gone from Skipper's face. This was
a close call.
SKIPPER:
You all right?
CHUCK:
It was my fault. I slipped.
Alice examines Chuck, making sure he's okay. Skipper
turns to Robin, who is shaken. He never raises his voice.
SKIPPER:
Why didn't you go up there?
Robin stands silently.
SKIPPER:
Speak up.
Still nothing from Robin.
CHARLIE:
He's afraid to climb.
SKIPPER:
What?
(to Robin)
Is that true?
Robin looks away.
SKIPPER:
Why wasn't I made aware of this
Bill?
BILL:
I didn't know sir.
SKIPPER:
It's your job to know. If something
goes wrong up there, the other
eighteen people aboard can't be
wondering if he's gonna do his job
or not.
Skipper returns his gaze to Robin, measuring him.
Finally.
SKIPPER:
Swing up, son.
ROBIN:
(trembling)
What?
SKIPPER:
Up you go. Right now.
Robin reluctantly pulls himself up onto the first rung,
then the second. He stops and steals a peek up. The mast
is swaying. He freezes, his lip starts to tremble. All
eyes are on him. Phil chuckles.
SKIPPER:
Do you have something to say?
PHIL:
(smug)
No.
SKIPPER:
Then keep your mouth shut.
Phil backs off, stunned. Robin can't move.
SKIPPER:
(to Robin)
What's it going to be?
ROBIN:
I'm sorry...
SKIPPER:
Sorry won't cut it.
Robin holds on frozen. Skipper turns to the crew.
SKIPPER:
Survival means discipline and
assimilation. There are no special
cases here.
(to Robin)
Now, get going. Get up there.
Humiliated, a tear slips down his face. Excruciating.
SKIPPER:
What are you blubbering about?
ROBIN:
I don't know...
Skipper jumps onto the backside of the ratlines. His face
is but inches from Robin's.
SKIPPER:
One hand in front of the other son.
We'll do it together.
Robin reaches for the next rung. He looks down. Skipper
growls at him.
SKIPPER:
Don't look down. Look in my eyes!
Climb! We'll do it together.
ROBIN:
(sobbing)
I can't.
SKIPPER:
You climb damn it, or so help me
I'll haul you to the foretop by your
diaper and leave you there!
ROBIN:
Aaauuuhhh!!!
Skipper gets right in his face and snarls.
SKIPPER:
Are you hating this?! Are you!
ROBIN:
I hate you, you son of a b*tch!!!
SKIPPER:
No. Hate the fear inside of you!
Climb like a man mister! Hate it!
Hate it away. Hate your way up one
more rung!! Do it right now!!
With every ounce of strength, Robin reaches for one more
rung screaming as he reaches. Skipper climbs and screams
with him.
TOGETHER:
Auuuggghhh!!!!
Robin clutches the rung with a death grip. Then, he looks
down. His bladder releases. Hot urine runs down his legs
and splashes, steaming, onto the deck. The crew is
horrified. Robin weeps.
ROBIN:
Oh, god...
Skipper backs off.
SKIPPER:
Don't hate yourself. Hate your
weakness. All right. Get down.
Robin climbs to the deck and falls in with the others,
mortified.
SKIPPER:
I'm only gonna say this one time.
I'm not here to wipe noses and
asses. I'm not your mother. Trust
funds and blue blazers don't get you
a thing out here. You wanna act
like babies, then get off my boat.
Stunned, the crew is speechless. Chuck instinctively goes
to help Robin. Skipper snaps like a turtle.
SKIPPER:
(to Chuck)
He can take care of himself.
(to others)
Any other 'phobias' I need to know
about?
Skipper fires a look towards Phil.
PHIL:
No, sir.
SKIPPER:
Excellent. Bill, find Mr. Weathers
a position to suit his condition.
Skipper turns and then stops.
SKIPPER:
Remember something, sooner or
later... we all have to face it.
CHUCK:
(aside)
Face what?
The question hangs in the air like a cloud.
The chart house is the communication and navigation center
for the boat. It also serves as the officers dining room.
Skipper, Alice, Lawford, George, and Bill Butler sit
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