White Squall Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 129 min
- 727 Views
LAWFORD (O.S.)
Arise, Arise, Arise...
Chuck wakes, disoriented. Terry bolts upright and hits
his head on the low ceiling. Ouch.
Tod, Rick and Charlie are up instantly. Lawford's voice
echoes through the ship.
LAWFORD (O.S.)
Exultation is the going/ Of an
inland soul to sea/ Past the houses/
Past the headlands/ Into deep
Eternity/ Bred as we, among the
mountains/ Can the sailor
understand/ the divine intoxication/
of the first league out from land?
(pause)
But I suppose we'll answer that
question soon enough gentlemen.
Soon enough.
TERRY:
What question?
Chuck tries to assimilate Lawford's words. Robin swings
his feet over the side of his bunk with a tortured look.
John rolls over and pulls his pillow over his head.
ROBIN:
(foggy)
What the hell is going on?
CHUCK:
Maybe it's an air raid.
In crisply pressed shorts and shirt, Bill Butler steps
through the aft bulkhead. He raises a bowswain's whistle
and blows. OOOWWWEEEEOOO!!!! Chuck and Robin grab their
ears. It's a nightmare. Terry jumps and hits his head
again.
BILL:
Roll out sailors! All hands on
deck! Sixty seconds. Sixty
seconds.
He blows the whistle again. This time it brings even John
to his feet, staring down at Bill in a blind rage. Bill
looks up and casually notices him.
BILL:
JOHN:
You blow that thing again I'll shove
it so far up your ass, you're gonna
need dental floss to get it out.
BILL:
Just get on deck.
Bill turns and disappears topside.
EXT. DECK - DAWN
The sun has barely cracked the horizon as the crew
staggers onto the deck, shirtless and shivering.
BILL:
Line up! Single file. Single file.
The crew lines up. John is the last one through the hatch
and he lets us know his boundaries are being pressed.
BILL:
Everybody swims.
The boys are aghast.
LAWFORD:
Don't think people, just go! Go,
Go, Go, Go, Go!!! Swim you win,
stay you pay!!
Rick is the first one through the gunnel door, followed by
Tod and Charlie. They howl and scream as they hit the
water. The rest follow like lemmings. But John stands
defiantly with his arms folded.
BILL:
Now what's the problem, Goodall?
Everybody swims.
The crew are piling back on deck. George stands in the
open galley door. The smell of fresh bacon is
intoxicating.
JOHN:
I don't.
LAWFORD:
You will if you wanna eat. Right
George?
George nods, wielding a butchers knife. The crew stand
shivering, waiting on John.
JOHN:
(to Bill)
You gonna swim for your breakfast?
Bill gives John a long look then strips to his shorts,
swings into the rigging and climbs up to the first yard
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