GK: I was married in the spring, married the admiral's daughter, and On the morning of what turned out to be my wedding day, I was standing on the beach, blindfolded, hands tied behind my back.
SS (WEEPING): Would you like a cigarette?
GK: Thanks. (STRIKE MATCH) (HE EXHALES) Boy. If I'd known I was going to be shot by a firing squad, I never would've quit smoking last year. Oh well-----
(MARCHING FEET. FN: COMPANY....HALT! PRESENT ARMS!!!) (RIFLE PRESENT)
SS (WEEPING): If you won't marry me, Daddy will have you executed, darling.
GK: I realize that.
SS: Please. Say yes. Before they shoot you.
GK: I'm a sailor, darling. I'm not the marryin kind.
SS: Please. I can't bear to see you die here on the beach. Just say yes.
FN (OFF): Rifle squad---- READY! (CLUNK OF RIFLE BUTTS)
GK: I wasn't meant for home ownership. I was meant to go to sea.
SS: We could go on cruises together.
FN (OFF): SHOULDER---- ARMS! HMMHHH!
SS: Please, darling.
FN (OFF): COMPANY, LOCK AND LOAD! (RIFLE LOADING)
SS: Do it for me, darling. Please. Just say yes.
FN (OFF): COMPANY, AIM!!!! (RIFLES RAISED)
SS: You'll marry me?
FN (OFF): COMPANY DISMISSED! (CHEERS)
GK: And that's how I got married. Seventeen years ago. Here in Norfolk.
BRIDGE (WAVES, DISTANT SHIP HORN)
SS: Why do you need to sail on the ocean for weeks at a time? Why?
To go out in the cold and the rain and risk a storm coming up and ---- It's not for fish. You hate fish. Why do you do it? (LONG PAUSE) (THEN DISTANT BUGLE, AND SURF)
GK: Because man needs a sense of grandeur. (TR & FN: Grandeur! Grandeur! IN FADING SERIES) You don't get a sense of grandeur from sitting in a cubicle staring at a computer ---- You get it from the sea!
TR: (BRIT, REVERB) I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
GK: Men were not meant to be part of a herd. (SHEEP) To run a race with other rats. (RATS) We are sailors! We awaken in the morning and hear our Viking ancestors call to us . (TR SHOUTS IN OLD NORSE), and we go down to the sea---- (MALE CRIES OF RESOLVE) ----- (SURF, GULLS.
GK: Grandeur! It's the alternative to therapy. This is a man in therapy.
FN (SMALL WHINGEING VOICE): I always felt emotionally distant from my dad ---- he was never there for me --- we never really bonded ---- he wasn't a good emotional role model for me.
GK: That's a man in therapy: pitiful, whiny, vague. Here's a man out on the sea.
TR: (JOHN WAYNE) Okay, you men, we're getting on those ships and we're sailing to Troy and we're going to teach those Trojans a lesson they'll never forget And when we get done killing them, we're going to name a condom after them. (MANLY LAUGHTER)
GK: We go to the sea for grandeur. And to get away from women and their endless questions.
SS: I'm thinking I might get my hair cut. What do you think?
SS: You think I should get it cut short?
SS: Or should I leave it the way it is?
GK: Sounds good.
SS: How come you're so quiet?
GK: Just thinking.
SS: Thinking about what?
SS: What stuff?
GK: Different stuff.
SS: Tell me.
GK: It's nothing.
SS: How can you think about nothing?
GK: I do it all the time.
SS: Why don't we ever talk?
GK: We're talking right now.
SS: Will you tell me the truth if I ask you something?
GK: Of course.
SS: Are you seeing Annabel Lee?
SS: Annabel Lee. Who lived in a kingdom by the sea. You know. Who loved with a love that was more than love.
GK: She died. A wind blew out of a cloud chilling and killing her.
SS: She lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by you.
GK: It was many and many a year ago.
SS: I know but still----
GK: She was shut up in a sepulcher in that kingdom by the sea.
SS: I think the moon never beams without bringing you dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
TR: Something's directly overhead, sir. Shall we dive deeper?
GK: Let me hear it.
TR: It sounds like singing, sir.
GK: Maybe it's an enemy sub trying to distract us.
TR: I'm tracking it, sir. It is circling directly overhead. (FN WHALE SINGING) I think it's a whale, sir.
GK: A whale?
TR: Yes, sir. A whale. And he's singing.
TR: Doesn't sound white to me. (FN WHALE: DOCK OF THE BAY)
GK: Take the periscope up.
TR: Periscope up. (SFX)
GK: Let me have a look. (SFX) It is a humpback whale. With a bevy of female dolphins. (SFX) And there's an island over there, and there are women sitting on the rocks. Naked beautiful women. Open the hatch.
TR: Open the hatch. (SFX, HATCH OPENING)
DIGIS: (HUMMING DA DOO RON RON IN SIRENLIKE STYLE)
GK: They're looking at us. I can't take my eyes off them.
TR: Where are you going, Captain?
GK: I want to meet them.
TR: You have to stay with the ship, sir.
GK: You stay with the ship.
SS: (BREATHY) Hi. How was your voyage?
GK: It was okay.
SS: Did you miss me?
GK: Of course.
SS: You were gone three months.
GK: I know.
SS: Ohhhh. You're bleeding.
GK: Got in a fight with a shark.
SS: Your nose is broken----
GK: Let me straighten it. (RRRAKK) It got broken when the sirens grabbed me.
GK: Wouldn't let go of me. Had me by the nose. Broke it. (KRRAKK)
SS: What happened to your clothes? You're practically naked.
GK: My clothes were soaked with blood. The shark ate them.
SS: You're so brave. Did you go visit the sepulchre?
GK: Which sepulchre?
SS: Annabel Lee's.
GK: Grandeur. That's what men need. Bravery!! (WHINNY, HORSE HOOVES) Nobility!!! (BAGPIPES) A purpose.
TR: ONE IF BY LAND AND TWO IF BY SEA.
GK: What does that mean?
TR: I don't know. I just like the sound of it. ONE IF BY LAND AND TWO IF BY SEA.
GK: Grandeur! (SHIP'S HORN) Onward, into the storm. (BUGLE) (STORM) Grandeur!!!! To the sea!!!
(BIG CRASHING PIANO CHORDS WITH MULTIPLE FALSE ENDINGS)