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White Squall Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 129 min
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SKIPPER:
The group remains silent. Lawford and George exchange a
SKIPPER:
Something on your mind, George?
George looks up and wipes his mouth with a napkin.
GEORGE:
I think you were too hard on
Weathers.
SKIPPER:
You do?
GEORGE:
Yes. I do.
Skipper nods.
SKIPPER:
I need to know what I'm working
with; what their boundaries are.
Their lives depend on it, and for
that matter so does yours. We've
got to bring them together. Make
them a crew. We're as strong as our
weakest link and I don't want to
find that out the hard way. So, I
will challenge them and they will
come together.
GEORGE:
(sarcastic)
Yes sir.
SKIPPER:
You know the best thing about being
a Skipper is the worst thing. It's
all my responsibility. So I'll tell
you what George, you stay off of my
bridge, and I'll stay out of your
galley. We'll get along that way.
Everyone's quiet, but clear. Skipper and Alice exit.
GEORGE:
F***ing bastard.
Lawford lets out a belly laugh.
LAWFORD:
I've seen him snatch the tail of the
tempest and stuff it, screaming,
into a bottle. The bilges are full
of them.
GEORGE:
What do you mean?
LAWFORD:
He's been beyond the reach. To the
edge of the abyss and back. He'll
do well by us all George. He's a
real salt. There's no malice in him
and there's nothing more dear to him
than his boys. So sleep well my
friend.
Lawford seductively produces a pair of Havana cigars,
passes one to George and winks.
INT. GALLEY - DUSK
Robin leans over the sink elbow deep in dishwater watching
through the cabin window, as the sun slips below the
horizon. Chuck stands in the doorway with a plate of
food.
CHUCK:
How ya doing?
ROBIN:
(without turning)
Fine.
CHUCK:
Good.
ROBIN:
Look, I appreciate, you know, the
concern and all, but like he said, I
can take care of myself.
CHUCK:
I just brought you something to eat.
Robin turns and notices the plate of food and nods. They
stand silently. It's awkward.
CHUCK:
I feel like I got you into this.
ROBIN:
Forget it.
CHUCK:
I'm used to spending a lot of time
alone. I guess that's what I
thought it would be out here. But,
it's not is it?
ROBIN:
(beat)
I'm sorry I left you hanging up
there.
CHUCK:
It doesn't matter. Really. I'm
just sorry you got chewed out.
Robin nods. They both stare out at the rising moon.
ROBIN:
My brother and I used to climb to
the top of this old beech tree in
the back yard and watch the moon
come up just like this. My parents
would fight all the time so we'd
sneak out there where we couldn't
hear 'em and recite scenes from our
favorite movies.
Robin grows quiet.
ROBIN:
Would you believe I miss it? The
middle of paradise and I'm homesick.
Chuck smiles and puts a hand on his back.
CHUCK:
(ironic)
Well, I wouldn't worry. It'll all
be there when we get back.
EXT. DECK - DAY
The sky is dark and a storm is building and the boat rolls
and pitches. Chuck sees Terry heaving over the side.
John and Tod hear the sound and turn.
JOHN:
(disgusted)
Come on man. Show a little
backbone!
(to Tod)
You believe that?!
Tod is fixated on Terry. Suddenly, without warning, he
breaks for the rail and lets fly.
Phil and Charlie are next. Chris climbs through the
companionway but doesn't make it to the side. Spontaneous
regurgitation. Bill and Lawford jump up onto the wheel
housing to avoid being sprayed. Suddenly everyone is
heaving.
CHRIS:
Sorry.
LAWFORD:
(to Bill)
We're gonna have nobody left up here
to crew. Better let Skipper know.
Bill nods and disappears. John joins Chuck watching the
events around him.
JOHN:
Well Gieg, I'm glad to see I'm not
the only guy on this boat that can
take a little rock'n roll. Bunch of
wusses, I swear...!
Chuck watches each of his shipmates. Then, suddenly, out
of nowhere -- Projectile vomit all over John. He looks at
Chuck, horrified, then he too, cuts loose over the rail.
JOHN:
Son of a b*tch!!
Chuck looks at John, furious with himself, and begins to
laugh. But after a moment he starts to laugh too. It's
infectious, they crack each other up. Then, in the middle
of belly laughing, they simultaneously retch again over
the side.
INT. SKIPPER'S CABIN - DAY
Skipper sits at his desk with some charts spread out in
front of him. There's a knock on the door.
SKIPPER:
Come in.
BILL:
Skipper, uh, the crew is pretty much
doing group boot over the side.
SKIPPER:
Well, that's all part of it.
BILL:
We've got weather moving in from the
west.
Skipper looks up.
SKIPPER:
That's part of it, too.
EXT. DECK - DUSK
Skipper stands at the wheelhouse with Lawford, George and
Bill, studying the horizon through binoculars. Dark
clouds. Chuck watches Skipper. Everyone, looking for a
cue.
CHUCK:
That a... storm, Skipper?
Skipper stays glued to the binoculars.
SKIPPER:
Uh, huh.
CHUCK:
Would you, um, say it's a big storm?
SKIPPER:
Sometimes it gets exciting out here.
LAWFORD:
What do you think?
SKIPPER:
Barometer's dropping. The first
blow'll come from the south. Might
get interesting.
CHUCK:
Shouldn't we turn away?
SKIPPER:
You can't run from the wind son.
You trim your sails, face the music
and let the chips fall. Bill, let's
close her up, dog, tight.
Close on hatches and skylights slamming closed and cinched
tight.
BELOW DECKS:
Bulkhead doors are closed and cranked down tightly.
IN THE GALLEY:
Pots and pans crash around.
The cabin doors on the bookcase swing open and dump books
on top of Alice. She turns and looks at the mess,
annoyed.
EXT. DECK - SAME
SKIPPER:
Furl the squares, reef the main, and
bend on the storm jib, but keep it
furled. Drop everything but the
inner jib. I want everybody down
before we get any lightning.
Bill bolts forward with Lawford barking orders. Most of
the crew are still ill, but climb into the rigging and
begin dropping sail.
GEORGE:
Why's it always happen at night?
Skipper regards George, annoyed.
SKIPPER:
George... I want hot food in
everybody. Get to it.
George returns to the galley. Alice joins Skipper at the
wheelhouse handing him foul-weather gear.
ALICE:
Looks like weather.
SKIPPER:
Yep.
SKIPPER:
Do me a favor and tell Bill once
she's dogged down I want everyone to
break out their slickers and make
sure their gear is stowed or we'll
spend the next week sorting
underwear.
(to the others)
Lawford, Bill, Mike, John, and Phil
will stand the watch. Everyone else
hit the racks.
PHIL:
(impulsively)
I'm not staying out here.
Skipper fires off a look that frightens even Phil.
SKIPPER:
No. That's for sure. Charlie, take
his place.
Phil goes below, a little ashamed. The crew scatters.
Chuck, still at the wheel, pipes up.
CHUCK:
If it's all the same, I'd like to
stay on deck.
Skipper regards Chuck, who looks back with both fear and
eagerness. Suddenly he sees something in this kid. Maybe
himself. He almost smiles. Almost.
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