An Adventure in Filmmaking: The Making of 'The Blue Lagoon' Page #3

I just keep on having

all these strange thoughts.

What kind of thoughts?

Just thoughts.

Funny thoughts about you and me.

Tell me.

I couldn't.

They're just thoughts.

They don't mean anything.

Where did you find these?

I found them in those little shells.

They're beautiful. Thank you.

"O come, all ye faithful"

"O little town of Bethlehem"

"Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh

"All the"

Help!

What's wrong?

You're bleeding.

Don't! I'm all right.

But you're bleeding.

Go away! Don't look at me.

Go away!

What was it, Em?

- Why were you bleeding like that?

- I don't know.

Liar!

It's true, I don't know.

People don't bleed like that

unless they've cut themselves.

Maybe you're hurt real bad

and you just don't know it.

- Let me look.

- No! I don't want you to look.

- But, why?

- Just because.

That is not fair.

I don't keep any secrets from you.

I tell you everything.

Everything.

What are you looking at?

Your muscles.

What about them?

You're really acting silly lately.

Always saying dumb things like that.

Always looking at me funny.

You're not coming down with something,

are you?

Well, don't give it to me.

Tell me again.

- Where are your mother and father?

- In heaven.

But where's heaven?

You know, up there.

- Your father might be there, too.

- No, he's not.

He's coming on a ship someday

to take us home.

Do you hear it?

No.

Do you ever hear it?

Sometimes I think I do.

I think Paddy was a liar.

He told us there was a pot of gold

at the end of every rainbow...

...and that was a lie.

He told us if we dug far enough

we'd reach China.

And Santa Claus never came.

Do you ever think about him?

I do.

I know you don't like to talk about it, but...

...don't you ever wonder

what really happened?

I don't want to know what happened.

I do.

There are so many things

I don't understand.

Why do fish stop swimming and lie on top

of the tide pools after it rains?

Why do you hear the waves

inside the big shells?

Why are all these funny hairs

growing on me?

I wish a big book with all the answers

to every question in the world...

...would drop out of the sky

and land in my hand right now.

- I'd read it till I knew everything.

- You can't know everything.

Only God knows everything.

God?

He can't find us

any better than Santa Claus.

I wonder what fish think about?

What are you doing?

Trying to cheer you up. Come on, laugh.

It's not going to work.

There it is again.

Do you think it's the bogeyman?

Maybe it's another person.

No...

...or he would have come over

to meet us and say hello.

That's the proper thing to do.

What if he's not nice?

What if he wants to hurt us?

Then I'll spear him.

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