All language subtitles for Waterworld.1995 3_English

(Narrator) 'The future.

"The polar ice caps have melted,

'covering the earth with water.

"Those who survived

'have adapted to a new world.'

Ah!

(Gargling)

(Metal clanging)

(Breeze plays harmonica notes)

(Chimes tinkling)

(Whistles)

(Speaking portugreek)

Bad luck, english.

But the slavers are producing
a good grade epoxy these days.

Cost you a handful of dirt
or maybe that wind chime.

- What are you doing here?
- Just waiting.

Take your hand off the sail.

Take it off!

I've seen your boat before.
Haven't seen you.

Took it legal.

The previous owner was dead
on the tiller when I found it.

You had another hour
before I traded up again.

- Just improving my means.
- Well, I owe you, then.

No, thanks. I got all the supplies I need.

Just came from an atoll.

Eight days east, if you are interested.

Two drifters meet.
Something needs to be exchanged.

I know the code,
but I'll give you this one for free.

Nothing's free in waterworld.

(Chuckles) Yeah.

Smokers.

Just enough wind to get away clean.

(Drifter) Forget the bag!

It's not worth it.
You'll never make it with your sails down.

Hey!

Ha-ha-ha!

What can I say?

Joe, he's going for it.

What the hell ...?

Never seen that before.

Here we go! Go! Drive! Drive!

Faster! Faster!

Whoo!

Come on! He's gonna get it!

Gol - get him! Get him!

(Chuckles)

Nol

no! Argh!

(Smokers yell)

- (Gunfire)
- Argh!

(Drifter cries out)

(Shouts in portugreek)

(Exchange in portugreek)

(Old man) Do you want keep these hair?

Do you want keep these hair?
Take small hydro. Small cup hydro.

How many ways can I say it?
Go on, hit the swell.

Do you want keep these hair?
Take small hydro.

What do you think?
He does have a bush on him.

Do a side barter if you want,
but don't open the gates.

(Old man) Small cup hydro!
Do you want keep these hairs?

Inbound! Straight out.

Inglés!

Flags down, drifter.
We've got enough traders.

(Murmuring)

- (Woman) What does he have?
- (Man) What's he got?

Dirt!

(Man) Open the gates!

(Chattering)

(Elder)
Bones to berries, veins to vine.

These tendons to trees,
this blood to brine.

Too old she was.
This woman does leave us,

recycled and enshrined
in the presence of him who leads us.

(Children chattering)

My eyes! That hurts!

(Child) What is that?

You know me?

- I know what you are.
- Good.

Then you know
if you look for trouble here,

you'll find more than you can handle.
You've got two hours.

I'll only need one.

He's coming over here.

- Me!
- You each get one

if everything's here when I get back.

(Man) Look at that.

- Pure dirt.
- (Gasps)

32 kilos.

How d'you come by so much of it?

Another atoll 30 horizons west of here.

- Where'd they get it?
- They didn't say.

(Man) We heard about that place.
Heard they was all killed.

- That's why they didn't say.
- Smokers?

Maybe smokers, maybe slavers.

So what's it worth? We trading or not?

We'll tally it like...

Pure hydro.

Works out to... 62 chits.

- I want twice that.
- (People gasp)

You drive a hard bargain.

Dirt?

I have never seen purer.

- I just want one sip of hydro.
- No, not till you tell me.

She's got inkings on her back. I seen her.

They say if you read the marks
on the child,

they'll lead you all the way to dryland.

- Dryland's a myth.
- Aw, some still believe.

They say the smokers even got
an eye out for her.

Well, then,
we better keep it to ourselves.

- Help you?
- Yeah.

- Where's the store?
- You found it.

You don't have much.

You the man with the dirt?

I'll take the hydro. All six gs.

Got any canvas? Line?

I've got line. It's hair. No canvas.

I'll take the line.

- Any seeds?
- Nope.

- Wood?
- No.

Magazines?

If I had a magazine,

I'd retire.

Something to drink?

A cup of hydro.

Pure.

Skol

- one more.
- Make it two.

A man this rich will buy
for a fellow outwater, I'm sure.

One.

That's an interesting pair of boots
you've got.

- Trade?
- No.

So how long you been out there, man?

Don't hurt asking. Talking costs nothing.

- Depends. What lunar is it?
- Well, let's see.

April, march, June. It's August.

- This August?
- Yep.

So how long?

- Fifteen.
- Fifteen lunars?

(Whispers) That's her.

Enola, hey, what are you doing?

- No, you can't have that.
- I need another piece to draw some more.

I'll get it. I'll give it to you.
Just stay in the back.

With all those chits,
you could order up a bath.

- Why are you talking to me?
- Just being friendly.

- Is that a tomato plant?
- Yeah.

- You have a keen eye.
- I saw one in a picture. How much?

Half your chits.

- I'll take them, too.
- Take what? You bought everything.

I'll take them shelves.

So, what did you see out there
in your 15 months?

- Such as?
- An end to all this water.

You're asking the wrong person.

- The one they buried today.
- Uh-huh?

She found the only end there is.

I've got a proposition for you, mariner.

I'm not bargaining. I'm leaving.

But you haven't even heard anything yet.
Or seen it.

You may have noticed us burying a citizen
today. That makes room for one more.

I'm not staying.

Oh, we're not asking you to.
All we want is your seed.

(Man) We can look to our own
for impregnation,

but too much of that sort of thing gets...
Undesirable.

When she's pregnant, you go on your way
with all the supplies you need.

You don't have anything. You're dying.

No man stays out that long
and turns down a woman.

He's hiding something.

Maybe he's a smoker spy.

(Whistles)

When the elders say so, you can leave.
And not before.

Ah. Gills.

- Mutation!
- He's a muto!

(Grunting)

Aaargh!

(Man) Get him!

(Man) Throw the nets!

(Yelling)

(Man) He's a murderer!

Aargh!

By what right?

You pay me to keep the peace.

- This isn't it.
- No! He has killed one of us.

- He was defending himself.
- He needs to be destroyed!

- Kill him!
- That may be.

- Kill him!
- But not here, and not like this.

(Metal gears turning)

(Boy) What is it?

Hey!

(Man) Too tight! I can't get it off.

(Man) Open the gate!

(Chuckling)

(People arguing)

(Man) Order!

This is another device we found
on the boat.

A garrote cord for strangulation!

We, we don't know what this is all about,

but we believe it to be
some sort of torturing device!

And this - this is a spy tool!

For listening to the unsuspecting!

The evidence speaks for itself.

I move that we dispense with the muto
as soon as possible and...

(Helen) Why?

Why not use him?

Because he is a threat to the safety
and the purity of this atoll.

- He is not a threat. He's in a cage.
- He killed one of ours, Helen.

(Shouts of agreement)

- Is he dangerous or not?
- I'd say he is now.

But he came in here with all this dirt,

the likes of which we haven't seen
since enola came.

Oh, what about it?

So it had to come from somewhere.

- What if it came from dryland?
- Ah, don't start!

He came from the west, I can tell you.

Smokers come from there, from the west.

But if he is a spy,

this ichthy man will give away
our position, our weaknesses.

And if he isn't?

He is still a muto and he could
contaminate our community!

- And others!
- What others?

We haven't seen another atoll
in over a year.

- Let's keep to the issue at hand.
- No, this is the issue at hand.

Every year, every month, it gets worse.

There are fewer atollers, fewer traders.

These windmills that don't work.

Desalinators that can't be fixed.

This place,

this whole way of living, it's ending.

- Doesn't anyone else see that?
- When I was a boy, we had lots of atolls.

You keep on praying for help and now
one man comes here who might actually...

- He's not a man!
- It doesn't matter what he is!

I say, if he knows the way to dryland,
make him show us where it is!

People have looked for centuries
and death is all they found.

- At least they died trying!
- It's a hoax!

The sooner you realize that, Helen,
the better off we're all going to bel

we'd be better off if we got rid
of that girl of hers, too.

(Man) Right!

Smokers are looking for her!
I heard it from a trader.

- (Bangs gavel)
- One matter at a time!

I say get rid of both of them!

- The muto and the girl!
- Yes!

- (Clamor)
- Yes! Kill them!

Order!

(Humming)

(Footsteps approach)

(Sniggering)

You'd like this, wouldn't you?

- Stick him.
- He sure is quieter than he was.

- Come on, let's go.
- No! Stick him again.

I know you want it. I know -
maybe he don't eat his own kind.

Aaaargh!

(Gregor) Aha! That's it!

A-ha-ha! That's it!
Don't move, my dear!

Polaris to Taurus.
I forgot Taurus, the bull.

In the shoulder of the bull

there's six sisters.
Or seven, but you can only see six.

At the beginning of each lunar,
one sister is lined up with scorpius!

And scorpius has a tail just like an arrow
on the circle on the back of the child!

If I take into account the seventh sister,
and give the seventh sister a lunar,

that lunar would run perpendicular
to scorpius,

creating a horizon, a straight line,

that would run directly...
Directly toward...

Dryland?

No.

(Screams) Is it a map?

Is it calendar?

Is it symbols? Is it language?

- You'd tell me if you knew, eh, enola?
- Mm-hm.

- What are you drawing?
- I don't know.

Helen, look. Look at
the prodigal child's latest vision.

(He chuckles)

We've got to get out of here.

- I take it the meeting didn't go well.
- They're cutting us adrift, Gregor.

No, they'll not hurt you.
I'd turn their lights off if they did.

How soon before we can go?

Another week, ideally.

We don't have a week.

Helen, I don't have any idea yet
where we can go.

Try. Try it once again.

There's nothing in them.
I've been through the books.

There's nothing in these books.
She is the annunciation. I know it.

I just don't know how.

I'm a stupid man.
The answer's right there. It's...

It's just beyond me.

Maybe he knows.

Ah, yes, I see.

They are webbed.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten digits. That's wonderful.

They tell me, too, that you have gills.
Isotropic gills.

Are they merely vestigial or functional?

My name is Gregor. I've just come
to pay you a little vi... vi...

Oh, my god.

I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you.
I'm excited.

Your gills, they are functional. Ichthys
sapien. You can breathe in the water.

How deep can you go?

Look, I'm only here because I want
to learn more about you.

(Mariner spits)

You don't like humans very much, do you?

I can't say that I blame you.

But, tell me, are all of your kind
as bad-tempered as you?

- I have no kind.
- Oh, fish rot.

I'd be surprised if there weren't others.
If there aren't, there will be eventually.

Anyway, I come here
because I need to ask you a question.

Where... where did your dirt come from?
Is it from dryland?

Do you know what this is?

The ancients, they did something terrible,
didn't they? To cause all this water.

- Hundreds, hundreds of years ago.
- If I tell you, will you open this lock?

I haven't a key.

- There's a mooring cleat down there.
- What?

- As good as any key.
- A mooring cleat?

I won't hurt anyone. I'll just leave.

- I'll be right back.
- (Man) Gregor!

- What's your business there? Move along!
- I'm not a brave man.

If you know anything about dryland,
please, tell me.

Please. Don't let it die with you.

No, no, no.

Stop!

(Man) Gregor?

Move along!

(Smokers howl like wolves)

(Bell tolls)

- Get out of the way!
- Oh!

(Elder) After considerable deliberation
of the evidence at hand,

it is our decision that this muto
does indeed constitute a threat.

Therefore,
in the interest of public safety,

he is hereby sentenced to be recycled

in the customary fashion.

Proceed.

I'm sorry.

Bones to berries, veins to vines,

these tendons to trees,
this blood to brine.

Too strange for life he was,

this muto now does leave us,

recycled and entombed,

Smokers!

Dead out of the sun!

To your posts!

(Alarmed yelling)

(Woman) Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

Kill!

There!

Aaah! Aaah!

Get to your posts!

We are safe, behind this wall!

Aren't we?

Let me out! Let me out! I'll fight!

Get those bullets loaded!

- I can't find my dad.
- He's probably on the wall.

Go in, get a weapon and fight! Go now! Go!
Go, go!

Give me the key to the city now.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Floor it! Floor it! Go on!

(Woman screaming)

Swab it! Swab it!

Hurry them up!

Burn down the door!

Burn it down!

Aargh!

We'll have this atoll in no time.

Crank it! Crank it!

I ook!

(Yelling)

- Now!
- Aaaah!

(Screams)

Oh, no!

Oh, my...!

Helen!

Keep that gas going! Fill 'em up!

Aaargh!

Aargh!

It's the girl they want!
Give them enola and they'll leave!

Come quickly! Helen!

Aah! Aaargh!

You're not supposed to go yet!
Infernal machine!

Damn you!

Infernal machine!

Gregor? Gregor! Wait!

Helen, I tried. There was an accident.
I couldn't make it stop. Hurry!

You can make it if you try!
Up those stairs! Run!

- Wait!
- Quickly! I'll throw you a rope!

- Run quickly!
- Throw the rope now!

Throw the rope! No!

- No!
- Wait!

- Don't leave us!
- No!

I'm sorry! It was an accident!

Helen!

Enola! Helen, I'm sorry!

Shoot him. Shoot him.

Aaargh!

If I let you out of here,
you're taking us with you.

Sure.

Enola, get down.

Come here. Get down.

Hurry! Come on!

Get the gate!

Argh!

Argh!

(Mariner) Hurry up!

Kamikaze! Come on!

That made a hole.

Find her! Get the girl!

There!

Go! Get that guy! Gol! Kill him!

- Wow!
- Enolal

- You're too slow!
- Run to the other side.

Come on!

Grab on! Hold on, hold on.

It's stuck! I can't make it through!
Let her go!

- (Bullets fly)
- Just drop her!

Turn the wheel! The wheel! Turn it.

That!

- Come on, push it!
- I am!

Hurry! Push it hard!

Push it hard!

Ok, ok!

Now pull it! Pull it! Go! Go!

Pull it!

- Enola, jump.
- (Bullets hit hull)

- Just look at me! Jump!
- Ok!

Well, excuse Mel

did I say anybody could leave
before the battle was over? Did I?

- No!
- Well, do something! I hate sails.

Hey!

- Can you steer?
- Can I trust you?

Answer me this, somebody.
Why is that boat still firing?

- What's that cousin's name?
- Chuck.

- Hey, Chuck!
- He's pulling him right into us!

Maybe he doesn't answer to Chuck.
Call him Charles. Charles!

- Stop him! Stop him!
- (Machine gun roars)

(Men cry out)

Charles!

Adios, cousins.

(Woman) Put me down! Put me down!

She's here somewhere. Keep looking!

(Chainsaw buzzes)

Ah!

(Stammers)

660 gs of hydro,
three-quarter grade or better,

120 keys of assorted edibles -
fish and plankton cakes -

and 60 keys lamp oll,
44 old-grow grapevines,

ten assorted fruit trees,

zero reloads - no ammo storage
on this particular atoll.

Uh, zero go-juice.
No refining capability.

Primitive savages!

Oh... how about smokes?

Uh, zero. Zero smokes.

I remember when this used to be fun.

How long since we had
a really good crusade?

- I know, I know.
- Tell me, how long?

- I don't know...
- Remember,

there used to be atolls on every horizon.

Mm-hm.

Where the hell are they all going?

Well, we sunk a few.

- I found this.
- Nord... oh, now that's warmer.

- All right. And the girl?
- Not here. She might have gotten away.

That's why we came here!
We didn't come here to practice!

We don't need practice!

Aren't saying much.

If you notice the arterial nature
of the blood from the hole in my head,

you can assume we're all having
a real lousy day.

So here it is. I need to know
about that tattooed girl.

- First one that tells me lives.
- I saw a girl! I saw her!

She had a big tattoo on her.

You won. Start over.

I-I saw a girl. I'm not sure,

but I think she got on that boat
with three hulls.

The boat that cost me a thousand gs
of go-juice?

- The muto's boat.
- Muto?

Yeah, he's got these slits here,

like... like fish gills.

He wasn't really a man.

A fluke of evolution!

Oh, I'm sorry. A fluke of...

- Evolution.
- I know!

Let's have an intelligent conversation.

I'll talk and you listen.

In the beginning,
the provider said,

"let there be water!"
And the seas came forth.

- He created everything that we know...
- Hey, hey! The Deacon!

The air that we breathe!

He made also both man and fish

and no combination thereof!

He does not abide the notion of evolution!

Amen!

- No! You said you wouldn't kill me!
- Did I say that? Witnesses? Anybody?

- Yes, yes, yes, you did.
- Ah, I may have!

I may have.

Nol

we get to the 'dez,

take up that sky boat,
send it out on patrol.

We got to keep an eye out
for that ichthy freak!

I know what you're thinking.

How much longer that hydro would last
if there weren't three of us on this boat.

Well, enola won't drink much.

And I won't

I won't drink at all.

Not till we get there.

Get where?

Wherever you're going.

Wherever you got your dirt.

I told you I salvaged it
off an atoll the smokers hit.

Smokers don't leave anything after a raid.

Especially dirt.

You've been there, haven't you?

Dryland?

You know where it is.

- Yeah, I know where it is.
- Oh...

And

- and we're going?
- You and I are.

The kid we've got to pitch over the side.

- What?
- My boat's tore up.

I'm taking on water. I'll be lucky to get
half a hydro ration out of that.

You know, I said I won't drink.

For 12 days?

No. It's better one of you dies now
than both of you die slow.

Wait, wait.

We saved your life. We got you out.

No, you got me out so you could get out.
We're even.

She can cook. She can fish.

- Socan I.
- Take my necklace.

- I got better ones below.
- No, look! Oh.

After what you went through
back there on the atoll,

I can understand why you would want to.

But she's a child.

(Humming)

Is there something else, then?

Enola, go below.

Fnola

Yeah.

You said so yourself.

Been out there a long time.

A couple of hours ago,
I was potential dirt to you.

- We're not like that.
- You all are.

Know what I was really thinking?

Why I don't drop both of you
in my wake right now.

You got nothing I need.

You're taking us to dryland.

Killing's a hard thing to do well.

- Believe me, I'm not the one to start on.
- Both of us!

- How long do you plan to hold that on me?
- As long as it takes.

Ok.

Ah!

I et me out! Let me out of here!

You coward! Don't you touch my child!

Come here! I...

(She grunts)

Oh...

Oh...

Ok, now don't move, ok?

There. Oh, looking real good, yeah.

There.

There. All done.

Now there may be some small problem
in depth perception.

Well?

- (Woman) Looks good.
- It's better than your real eye.

- Much better.
- What do you say, Toby? The truth.

- Looks like shit.
- That's why I love children. No guile.

It does look like shit!

- And it feels like cold shit!
- Deacon?

Sorry it's just there's a problem
in the pit. Maybe you should come.

I et's drive.

To the pit.
Don't bother with the scenic route.

Drive!

(Deacon) Hey, it's driving better.

(I "Peter gunn theme")

(Rowdy yelling)

Get off!

Get off! Get out the way!

- Get out the way!
- All right, all right. Ok, ok.

Bless you, cousins.
Bless all you cousins over there.

Keep up the good work!
Growth is progress, growth is progress.

(Man) Somebody!

Hey, up there!

Take it off!

- Yes?
- Your deaconship.

Hello!

Good morning. Or night.
Whichever the case may be.

What is it? I'm a busy man.

I thought you should know
you're down to exactly

four feet nine inches of black stuff.

- Thank you, sir.
- How many gs after refining?

- Maybe three refuelers.
- We'll burn through that in two lunars.

Sweet Joe! What's happening to this place?

- We outgrowed it.
- All right.

The only thing that is important
is the tattooed girl.

We don't spare any go-juice finding her.

We don't waste it anywhere else. Cancel
all those tractor pulls and all that stuff

until later. You got it?

Dryland is the mother lode.

Ha-ha! On your toes.

Why don't you use sea hydro?

The salt's harder on the filters.

Can we have some?

It's for her, not me.

Here, come on.

- Is he going to take us to dryland?
- Sure he is.

Yeah.

All of it, all of it, all of it.

Good. Good, good. Come on.

Thanks for not killing us.

Just stay away from him.

- Hi.
- Move.

(Helen) Enola! Enola, come here!

Come on!

Enola, come over here.

Hey!

- What are you doing?
- Decorating your boat. It's ugly.

- Where did you get this?
- From down below.

This is mine!
You don't touch anything of mine.

- I drew it for you.
- Don't draw on anything! Understand?

This is my boat.
I got it the way I like it.

You take up space
and you're slowing me down.

You know, she's just a little girl.
She doesn't know your rules.

You wanna stay? You teach her.

Enola, what did I tell you?

You're not so tough, you know that?

How many people have you killed?

Ten? Twenty?

You talk a lot.

I talk a lot cos you don't talk at all.

So how many?

- Including little girls?
- I'm not afraid of you.

I told Helen you wouldn't be so ugly
if you cut your hair.

In fact, you talk all the time!
It's like a storm when you're around!

(Helen) Enola! Hey, what are you doing?

- Helen!
- She can't swim!

(Enola) Help me! Helen!

Helen, help me!

Help!

Helen, help me!

Helen! Help!

Hold on.

Look at me, look at me.

Oh... wait. Come on.

Please!

Please!

Oh, please!

(Helen coughs)

Hey!

Hold on. Ok... almost.

(Gasping)

(Enola gasps)

Thanks. But I swear,
if you ever touch her again...

Sonofabitch! Look at me! You'll go to bed
that night and you will never wake up.

- Shut up.
- What?

- (Helen) Smokers?
- Yeah.

Well, can't we outrun them?

- (Plane engine hums)
- Not with my sail down.

- What are you thinking about?
- That's a nice touch.

That's them!

Don't hit the kid!

(Laughing)

Hey!

Coward!

(Laughs)

- (Gun jams)
- Fuck!

Nol

hey! Urgh!

Cut it!

Come on! Come on!

(Mast creaking)

Aaah!

(Helen) Onh... I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry! You didn't give me much choice.

I know. But you ran away.

I what?

What are you do...? No! Please, no!

(Grunting)

Don't ever touch anything
on my boat again.

She said she was sorry!

That means you're supposed to
say something back!

- Did you say something?
- (Enola) Mm-mm.

(Deacon) Fore!

- Nice putt.
- It wasn't a putt. That was a drive.

I wasn't even using my good eye. Damn it!

You got an ashtray or something?

Oh, man.

Damn thing never did work right.

- You said to bring the pilot.
- Yes, I did.

- Well, he's here.
- Why didn't you tell me?

Come on, nord. Well, tell me about it.

- The child. Did he have her with him?
- Yeah. And some atoll bitch!

They killed ed!

Now, now. Don't you fret yourself.
Plenty more where ed came from.

- Heading west south-west?
- From here.

If we launch now,
we can cut him down just about here.

- If he doesn't change course.
- That's not likely.

He's a wily one, that ichthy demon.

(Drifter calls out)

- Drifter?
- Mm-hm.

Are we going to stop?

- (Drifter) Look at the flag!
- His flag's up.

I thought you all stopped for each other.

Maybe he has some food!

Don't find many who follow the rules
any more.

Make it quick. What's your business?

Trade.

Got any resin?

Resin? He's out of his mind.
He's out of his mind completely. Resin?

You've been outwater a long time,
haven't you?

Don't be joking me, man! Resin!
You don't got enough.

- How about food?
- Could you say that again, please?

- How about food?
- Well, yeah, food.

That'd be good, eh?

I haven't eaten in, well, you know,
forever.

Which one of you two is the cook, then?
I usually fall for the waitress.

- Like you said, I don't have much.
- I'll decide.

Look at you. We could start
with that wee orchard over there.

Woo!

(Mariner) All right. Hold it there.

- We can talk.
- Fair enough.

(Muttering)

It's a nice rod, isn't it?
I like that rod. It's a nice rod.

My favorite.

Got yourself a wee harem going here,
don't you now?

- What do you want for the women?
- We're not for sale.

Not for sale? I mean, there's
no such thing as not for sale.

Not for sale, not for sale. Aye.

Are they a pair
or would you sell them separate?

Our business is done here, unless
you've got some resin you can part with.

I told you once already, I don't have any.
I don't have it, don't have it.

Haven't seen any for trade in lunars now.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

I do have something
that'll make you change your mind.

Something you can't pass on.

I took it off an atoller refugee camp.

Life savings of the entire clan.

Paper! Look at my wee paper.

Paper! Have you ever seen paper?
Look at it, smell it.

I'm saving it for a special trade.

Don't you do it.

Maybe I'm talking to the wrong person.
Whose boat is this anyway?

- Is it your boat or your boat?
- It's his boat, but he doesn't own us.

- Half an hour.
- He's obviously out of his mind.

I've got two pages in here, man!

- I'd get half a dozen girls with this.
- Half an hour.

- You trading or not?
- Don't!

Shut up.

Ok.

45 minutes with the wee one. I like to do
the talkin', if you know what I mean.

Nol

fair enough.

Come, come, come, come, come.

No. My boat.

That's fair enough.
Good, good, good, good, good.

Helen

- sit down.
- Enola, just do as he says.

Half an hour.

Well

it's been a while for me now.

Guess it's been more than a while,
actually, but...

I've only got half an hour.

Half an hour, half an hour, half an hour,
half an hour, half an hour.

Ok, right, right, right.

You're so beautiful.
Anyone ever told you that?

Give me that! What are you doing?
It's just a game!

Oh, I...

I... we was just playing.

Trade's off.

I changed my mind.

Well, um...

Well, you can't do that.
I mean, a deal's a deal. Aye.

I just did.

She's mine, aye. No, no, no.
I won't have it.

- No.
- Go on.

Go, go, go, good. Aye, aye.
Don't go too far now!

This won't take but a minute.

I hate this boat.

I hate this... boat!

You garbage!

You...

You're pretty stingy for a man
who's got everything, aren't you?

Aargh!

(Crashing and yelling)

Where's me boat?

Where's me boat?

(Mutters to himself)

Help me to me boat.

Ah! The boat

Yeah, if he knows he's been spotted,

he'll expect us to expect him
to change course,

which is exactly why
he'll keep his heading.

The important question is
where's he headed?

And does he know
how precious his cargo is?

Dryland.

Salvation.

Room to grow 18 holes.

36, 72!

I say that he's headed here
and we take him here.

How long before we get some wind?

Days, maybe.

Then why don't we fish?

What for?

- So we can get something to eat?
- We ate two days ago.

You ate.

Just...

Just help me fix this.

I'll catch something myself.

You're not going to catch anything
with this around here.

Look,

we're not trying to make you angry.

And you don't disappear
when you turn your back.

- You don't know what fishing's like here.
- Then you do it, if you're the authority.

Maybe he doesn't know how to fish.

- I think you're right, enola.
- Shut up, will ya?

- I'm trying to listen for engines.
- I will not shut up!

Until you stop what you're doing and help
me find something to eat for this child!

I will scream so loud that it.

Put that... no!

You'll never catch anything with this.
It's useless.

(Helen) Look, I'm sorry!

You were right about the pole.

You were right!

But we have to eat

I know you can hear me!

We can fish for ourselves.
Just show us what to do.

- You must know. Even you've got to eat!
- You just sit there.

What?

(Muffled explosion)

Happy now?

(Enola happily hums)

You don't like my singing, do you?

Helen says you don't like my singing
cos you can't sing.

- Ever try and listen?
- To what?

The sound of the world.

- I don't hear anything.
- That's because you're too loud.

And moving around all the time.
Try sitting still.

Eyeball?

Go ahead. Drink all you want.

It's gonna rain tonight.

I wish I had feet like his.

- Then maybe I could swim.
- Enola.

(Belches) Sorry.

I never met a person
who couldn't swim before.

I can't.

People said I was weird.

Maybe they're right.

Maybe they were right about you, too.

(Wind whistles)

(I mellow jazz trumpet plays)

Is that from dryland?

(Turns music off)

Yeah.

(Sighs)

- I don't even know your name.
- I don't need one.

Enola wanted to give this to you.

And this.

She won't take it again.

You don't look much like her.

I'm not her mother,
if that's what you're asking.

You act like it.

About six years ago,

this basket floated into the atoll
with enola in it.

Of course, everyone wanted to shove her
back out to sea. That was the law.

She was so precious.

I wanted to keep her.

So the elders talked and said
that if I wanted her so badly,

I could never have a child of my own.

There was no one else.
She would have died otherwise.

So?

It's called compassion.

Oh...

You probably wouldn't understand
after being alone so much.

I'm not alone.
I've got this boat for a friend.

It don't lie to me,
don't cut my throat when I'm asleep.

Gives me a place to be.

I pity you, really.

- What's pity?
- You don't know?

If I knew, I wouldn't ask.

Well, if you don't know,
I could never make you understand.

- What are those marks on her back?
- Nothing.

- They're just fanciful things.
- Like what she draws?

She draws what she sees.
She's like a mirror.

People on the atoll thought she was a...

Freak?

Uh-huh. Yeah.
I just thought she was special.

I'm not giving it to her. It's just...

A loan.

Yeah. I'm not giving it to her.

Is dryland beautiful?

You'll see.

(Enola giggles)

Enola?

Enola! What are you doing?

- Those monsters will kill her!
- They're asleep now.

Hands around my neck.

Let the water tell your arms and legs
how to move. Going down. Hold your breath.

- What is it?
- What is it?

- You said we'd get to dryland today.
- Today, tomorrow. What does it matter?

We need resin.

(Speaks portugreek)

- What is that?
- It's portugreek.

Their own language.

That's what I thought.

Ah.

There's my girl. Yes.

Howdy, darling.
Come on in here now.

- What's going on?
- Smokers.

What the hell ...?

He's spotted us!

Sound it! Sound it! Sound it!

Sound it! Sound it!

\woo-hoo!

Fenolal

Starboard side! Now!

Get in the chair!

Watch it! He's clearing the net!

Go to the helm!

- Get the centerboard!
- Centerboard?

What centerboard? Where exactly?
I don't know what to do!

Under the helm, pull the handle!

Hey. Hey!

It's too late! Over here.

Aaah!

Nol

Give me that rifle.

Boy, if you want to do something right,
you've got to do it yourself.

All right.

Ugh!

I winged him.

Load all the go-juice onto one boat
and run the freak down.

You can't catch him with ten boats
and you want to send just one?

Well, I pray that you're joking.

Bring me the trackers.

You lied to us!
You were going to sell us back there!

Then we both lied.

What?

I saw what I saw.

- He's hurt.
- So he should be.

He was going to sell us.

No wonder you let her keep it!

You leave it!

- Why do they want her?
- There's nothing human about you.

They should have killed you
the day you were born.

They tried.

No more lies.

- Ah!
- What are the marks on her back?

People say it's the way to dryland.

- Dryland's a myth!
- No!

You said so yourself that you know
where it is. You did.

You're a fool to believe in something
you've never seen before.

I've seen it. I've touched it. Dirt
that was richer and darker than yours.

In the basket we found enola in!

- It doesn't exist!
- How can you be so sure?

I've sailed farther than most have
dreamed. And I've never seen it.

- But the things on your boat.
- Things on my boat? What?

There are things on your boat
that nobody has ever seen!

What are these shells?

And that reflecting glass?

And. And... and the music box.

If not from dryland, then where? Where?

You want to see dryland?

You really want to see it?

I'll take you to dryland.

Get in.

- Well, what about enola?
- There's only air for one.

- Get in the water.
- It'll be all right.

Don't touch anything.

Ok?

I didn't know.

All this time?

- I didn't know.
- Nobody does.

- Can you get us out of here?
- I'd say there's two chances of that.

- Hey!
- No way and no how.

Should have bought me that drink.
Come on!

This way. Come on!

(Celebratory whooping)

(Man) Yeah!

Proper introductions first.
I'm the Deacon.

(Laughing)

If you don't recall the face, perhaps
it's cos I didn't always look like this.

Now, I suspect
she's somewhere real close.

So we could tear this boat apart,

but I'd rather somebody just tell me
where she is.

The first one that does that lives.

And the runner-up... well, actually,
there are no runners-up.

Oh, sweet Joe, I love this part.

Choose 'em. One, two. Live or die.

You know, personally,

I'd rather shoot
the sperm of the devil here. Huh?

But you know something?

I don't think you're going to tell me,
are you? Huh? Too bad.

Come on. Eh?

What do you say? She's not your kind.

You don't even have a kind.

If you say it,

he'll still kill us both.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

If you don't tell me,

I swear to Poseidon
that we'll torch your boat.

Refresh my memory -
what if neither one of them talks?

- Never happened before.
- Never happened before.

All right! If they won't tell us
where she is, do 'em! Both of them!

- Just kill 'em now!
- No!

So gullible! Ha-ha! Bring her here.

- (Smokers cheer)
- Seek and ye shall receive!

So ends your daily sermonette!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-hal!

- Yes!
- Yeah!

Yes!

Here, take her, boys. Take care of her.

What is it?

Stunning.

I don't have words to even begin to...
It's magnificent.

Look at that! That square footage.

Huh? Huh?

Now figure this map out. Turn her upside
down. Does that mean anything to you?

No.

All right. We'll figure it out
back at the 'dez, boys. Careful with her.

- What about them?
- Do 'em both. Torch the boat.

Aargh!

We have to go under!

No! I can't breathe like you!

I'll breathe for both of us.

Woo!

(Enola) Helen, help!

Helen!

Helen!

My boat.

Enola

(Deacon) A-ha!

All right!

I can't wait to get this thing out,
build some highways and some freeways!

There you go, cuz. Be careful now.
You break 'em, you can't use 'em.

Come on! What's happening, cousin?

Not a word.
She just sits there and leaks.

A shiver to the liver. This'll make her
give up all her secrets, huh?

Yeah, or kill her. Let me talk to her
first. I'm real good with kids.

What is this? Get those chains off her!

What are we, barbarians here?

Goodness gracious. Snakes alive.

Come on, out of here,
you big, nasty animal, you!

Rub-a-dub-dub. (Chuckles)

You want to come over here
and sit on my lap?

No.

How about a cigarette?

Nothing like a good smoke
when you miss your mom.

Never too young to start.

No.

Well, I got something right here
I know you'd like.

Like to draw, don't you? Huh?

Now they're yours,

if you help me
with just one problem. All right?

Now I got this parish.

A good parish.

A large parish.

Getting larger all the time, in fact.

Now, you know,

I just don't have enough space

- for all these people.
- Why don't you make less people?

Pardon?

The atoll. Babies are born
only when there's room.

Well, that's a... quaint suggestion,

but it don't really play here,

considering we are, in fact,
the church of eternal growth.

See, what we need is more land,
for more people.

Now... now that tattoo on your back.

I've been told that that...

That's actually a map?

It's the way to dryland.

Now we're getting someplace.

Could you teach me how to read that?

Setback.

Well, have you ever heard
any of your friends talk about it?

You know, like your mommy
or your pet fish? He say anything?

You shouldn't make fun of him.
He wouldn't like it.

Girl, I don't give a shit what he'd like.
He took out my eye!

And if I ever see him again,
I'm gonna cut open his head

and I'm gonna eat his brain!
You think he'd like that?

You can't kill him.
He's even meaner than you are.

But he's not here.

And he ain't coming.

And no one's gonna save you.

He'll come for me. He will.

Well, you better tell me
what I wanna know

or he can save what's left of you
in a goddamn jar!

I'm glad we had this little talk.

Chain her.

Chain her up.

He'll come for me! He'll take me away!

We're going to die here, aren't we?

Aren't we?

After the atoll,

when I offered myself to you,

why didn't you take me?

Cos you didn't really want me.

Not really.

Have I been sleeping?

I was dreaming.

It's funny.

I always thought dryland floated.

Or drifted with the wind.
That's why it was so hard to find.

Why did you believe in it so much?

Cos we weren't made for the sea.

We've got our hands and our feet.

We're supposed to walk.

I miss her sound.

Don't you?

Might get some hydro out of this.

I can't go on.

Not without her, or dryland.

I don't want to live
if there's nothing left,

there's no hope.

You're still here.

Thank you for saving me.

You can thank the ancients.

- This is what they had.
- This is what they made of it.

That's why I am what I am.

I may not be human, but I don't quit.

Never have.

No matter what they throw at me, I...

(Gregor) Helen!

Helen!

No, no, no, no! Helen, up! Above you!

(Helen) Gregor!

(Gregor laughs)

Smart thinking to burn your boat!

Without the smoke,
I never would have found you.

Who's that with you?
Ichthys sapien! Is that really you?

I'll throw the rope down.
You catch it. I'll help you climb up.

Helen!

- Where's enola?
- Smokers took her.

They'd have me, too,
if it weren't for him.

My friend,

thank you. Very human of you.

Grab your things quickly. Quickly.

Come.

You see? Right down there.

There's several other survivors.
We'll just start over again.

Don't worry. They'll welcome you,
just like Gregor did.

(Man) You can't ask us to go and get her.

(Woman) Enola's the reason
we're in all this trouble. Forget it!

(Helen) They need to find dryland
just like we do.

Of course.

(Helen) If the mariner's willing to go
after her, then why not us?

(Woman) We don't want you here!
You or the girl!

Helen

the papers the mariner brought you.

It's the same language
the tattoo is written in.

86. 56.

27, 59. If I can figure out
what these numbers refer to___

- They refer to nothing.
- What?

Dryland doesn't exist.

(Man) You're as crazy as she is!

We're wasting valuable time. More smokers
will come. We need to be moving now.

- We need this child to find dryland!
- I'm not going.

- (Man) I say let him go.
- (Woman) We're better off without them!

You won't go after her either?

- I thought you were different.
- I am different.

(Man) Hey, hey! That's my sail!

- What's he doing?
- Leaving.

Not in one of our boats!

You can give it to him or he'll take it.

What do I tell her when I see her again?

Lies.

If it makes you feel better.

Don't blame him.
Survival is all he knows.

That's why someday there will be
so many like him,

probably so few of us.

(Engines roar)

- What do you want?
- Uh, all kinds of things.

But, uh, right now

we'll settle for everything you've got.
Ain't that right, bones?

(Man) You destroyed our homes!
Why can't you leave us alone?

I don't know.
It's a character thing, I guess.

Ain't that right, bones?

Bones?

Bones?

I'm going after enola.

Here, you know,
for a hideous freak, you're ok.

It was a joke!

- Know what that is yet?
- The numbers? Yes, I think I do.

It seems to be some ancient form
of geographic location.

Latitude, longitude.
It doesn't make sense, though.

The numbers,
they seem to be backwards or something.

- It's upside down.
- The world?

- The poles have reversed themselves?
- I've been mapping the cities below.

The world wasn't created in a deluge.
It was covered by it.

- (Man) That's blasphemy!
- No, it's true.

I've seen it with my own eyes.
There's land.

- Right under our keel. None of it's dry.
- Some is.

Enola's been there. I know that now.
I saw what she drew.

That's why he's going after enola.
To find dryland.

I don't care about dryland.

This is ridiculous.
Going after the smokers?

He doesn't even know
which direction they came from.

If she's alive,
I'll bring her back to you.

(Woman) Forget about the muto, Helen!
If he brings her back, they'll kill us!

We've got to go help him.
I can't ask him to do this alone.

Don't worry, my dear.
You're not going to have to.

- Hey, doc, what's this?
- Where?

- Above the squiggle. Looks like a star.
- Or a meteor.

It's a mole.

- You got that tattoo figured out yet?
- It'd be easier if it was flat.

Big and flat. It needs to be flat.

- What have you got in mind?
- Well, you cut it off her back,

stretch it, mount it,
give us a proper look.

(Deacon)
Take her down below until I holler.

Saint Joe, we're close.

After centuries of shame.

(Distant echoing voices)

(Laughter and yelling)

- They're getting ugly.
- Don't I know it.

Announce me, cousin.

- Hey, here he is.
- (Crowd roars)

Rise up, brothers and sisters,

turn your eyes

and open your hearts
to your humble benefactor,

your spiritual Shepherd
and dictator for life,

the Deacon of the 'dez!

(Crowd roars)

(Deacon) Children,

children of the provider,

citizens of the good ship,
please now, hear me speak.

- I've had a vision.
- (Man) We're tired of your visions!

What about the land you promised us?

(Crowd cheers)

- Yeah!
- (Deacon) Oh, ye of little faith.

I've had a vision so great,

that as it came to me, I wept.

- And in this splenditudinous...
- (Smoker) Is that bone's vehicle?

(Deacon) I saw - and you know
what it is that I saw.

I saw...

- The land.
- (Cheering)

(Crowd chanting)

- Horse, is that you?
- (Jet ski engine revs)

Look, just bring it in slow, ok?
I don't have all day.

(Engine revs)

Horse!

Just bring it up slow.

I said slow!

You killed smitty, cousin.

- Nice landing!
- (Laughter)

Smitty, man, always in the way!

Smitty? I quit!

I'm in charge now, baby!

Yeah, I'm in charge.

I'm in charge!

(Deacon)
'And he said this to me personally.

'We are to go there
and we are to settle it.

'And we are to build the .'

you shouldn't be doing that.
You're going to get in trouble.

Huh! That's right.

You're not afraid. You've got
your pet freak coming to rescue you.

He's not a freak
and he can take you any time!

He's killed dozens of people.
He doesn't have any mercy or anything.

He even kills little girls.

Haven't we all?

Dang!

It's horse.

Find him! Find him!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

- Come on.
- Getting nervous, aren't you?

I don't get nervous.

(Deacon)
And if there's a river, we'll dam it!

And if there's a tree, we'll ram it!

Cos I'm talkin' progress here!

Yes, sir!

- I'm talkin' development!
- Yeah!

We shall suck and savor
the sweet flavor

of dryland.

(Enola) Your face is all red.

Helen said anybody that has a face
that red has either had too much sun

- or too much to drink.
- All right, that's it.

- I'm gonna burn your face!
- All right.

- What's up?
- We're just talking about her friend.

- What's his name?
- He doesn't have a name.

- So death can't find him.
- (Mocking noises)

He doesn't have a home
or people to care for.

He's not afraid of anything,
men least of all.

He's fast and strong like a big wind.

He can hear 100 miles
and see 100 miles underwater.

He can hide in the shadow of a noon sun.

He could be right behind you and you won't
even know it till you're dead!

- He'll come for me. He will.
- Yeah?

Well, I hope he does.

Remember you said that.

(Deacon) Look at us.

Look at us here today.

Dryland is not just our destination,

but it is our destiny!

(Speech continues)

Find him! Find him!

How can I find this glorious place?

And he said to me,

"a child

"shall lead you."

A child.

- And behold...
- It's time.

(Crowd roars)

Our guide in the wild!

Our beacon in the darkness!

Turn her around, nord.

She has shown me the path!

And before the holy-most moment
is upon us,

let's sacrifice one to old Saint Joel

and let's get this tub of shit
up to speed!

(Chaotic yelling)

Yep.

- Stroke!
- Pull!

Stroke!

Pull!

Stroke!

(Galley master) Stroke!

Stroke!

- So which way are we rowing?
- I don't have a goddamn clue!

Don't worry. They'll row for a month
before they figure out I'm faking it.

- But, um... why?
- Oh, you want details?

Well, I'm not telling these savages
we haven't solved the map yet.

I promised them results and I'll get 'em
if I gotta cut 'em out of her back!

Who is that? Who is that?

(Man) Maybe one of the spare rowers?

Why aren't you rowing?

- It's him!
- Tis him.

You guys are in so much trouble.

Well, I'll be damned.
It's the gentleman guppy.

He's like a turd that won't flush.

I want the girl.

You know,
I thought you were stupid, friend.

But I underestimated you.

You are a total freakin' retard!

(Maniacal laughter)

I want the girl. That's all.

What on this screwed-up earth
makes you think you're going to get her?

You know what this is?

I drop it, you burn.

We all burn.

No, wait, wait, wait.

Let's not do anything rash here.

I mean, are you sure she's worth all this?

She never does stop talking.
She never shuts up.

- I noticed.
- What is it, then?

Huh? It's the map.

She's my friend.

Golly gee.
A single tear rolls down my cheek.

You're gonna die for your friend.

If it comes to that.

He's bluffing! I'll kill him.

- He's not bluffing. He never bluffs.
- Shut up!

You know, I don't think you're going to
drop that torch, my friend.

- Why not?
- Because you're not crazy.

Nol

Oh, thank god.

Aargh!

(Heavy gunfire)

(Man) Look out!

Get him!

Let's go, goddamnit!

(Man screams)

Don't just stand there - kill something!

Was this your big vision?

Aaargh!

Ah!

I've always wanted to drive this monster!

(Man) There he is! There he is!

That's him there!

Aargh!

Aaaargh!

(Enola) Let me go!

Let go!

(Explosion)

Let me go!

(Enola) Let me go! Let go!

Let me go!

Let go! Let go!

Let me go! Let go!

(Laughs)
You should have stayed on the water.

(Clicks)

You know how to fly an airplane?
You're lucky I do.

Ow! Now you stop it!
You behave yourself now!

Up!

(Explosion)

It's going down. It's sinking!

- Gregor, bring us right down on top.
- Hurry, Gregor!

- (Gregor) Don't worry!
- Hurry.

(Hull creaks)

Enola! Up here! Grab on!

Are they on yet?

- What is it?
- I don't know!

Nol

Gotcha! I'm gonna rip
your cute little lungs out!

Aaaah!

Aaargh!

Pull! Almost!

(Gregor laughs)

(Explosion)

Nol

- aaaaargh!
- No! Enola!

Saint Joe! Hole in one.

- Helen!
- Enolal

- (Gregor) Helen!
- Hey!

Hey!

If I can't have dryland, no one will!

Oh... oh, no, quick!
What are we going to do?

Tie this off!

Hurry! Tie it!

- Got it!
- Ah!

Aaaargh!

Get them up now!

(Straining)

Of course.

Of course, the numbers.

The numbers! They...

(Giggling) That must be it!

What?

- I was swimming.
- I saw.

(Gregor) My friends, my friends, look!

Look, this map...

This map, it bears a grid system
with numbers the ancients used

to determine geographic location
on the world,

just like the numbers and symbols
on enola's back.

First, they would determine
the angle of the sun using this

and that would tell them where they were
and which direction they had to go.

If I take a bearing from the sun and
reverse the co-ordinates on enola's back,

then dryland is that way!

(He chuckles)

(Seagulls cry)

- (Helen laughs)
- It's fresh! All of this!

It's fresh!

(Gregor laughs)

(Helen) Come on!

Woo!

I've found something!

Maybe we should put them under the dirt.

I think it was their way.

(Gregor)
They must have known they were dying.

(Helen laughs)

(Music box plays)

I'm home.

- Where's the mariner?
- He was outside.

Wait! Wait, I want to show you this.

(Thunder of hooves)

(Whinnying)

(Chorus of bird calls)

First time in your life you got nothing
to say?

Enola, I have to go now.

But you came back for me.

I like you.

Why are you leaving?

- I don't belong here. I belong out there.
- You belong here.

It's too strange here.
It doesn't move right.

Helen said that it's only landsickness.

We're all feeling it. It'll go away soon.

It's more than that.

Well, goodbye, my friend.

Oh, I have something for you.

It's dirt!

Don't trade it all in one place.

Or do! It will give you reason
to come back for more!

(Gregor laughs)

- It's all I got, drifter.
- It's enough.

Is it that easy for you
to just drift away?

I never said it was easy.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I mean, you brought us here.

You belong here as much as anyone.
Maybe more.

What do you think you're going to find?
What are you looking for out there?

Gregor once said there might be
others like me somewhere.

I have to know.

Helen, if...

If I find any others out there like you,

I'll tell them about this place

and how one woman with hope and courage
found it.

I have something for you.

- Something you'll need on your journey.
- I don't have much to barter with.

It's no trade. It's a gift.

- No such thing in waterworld.
- Well, then, let this be the first.

It's a name.

It's from an old story about a great
warrior returning from battle.

He just set sail
and the water god cursed him,

and for the next ten years
he drifted on the seas.

The warrior drifted on the seas,
unable to find his way home,

until finally the gods took pity on him.

And they called up a warm wind
that blew him home.

To his family.

And he never left them again.

His name was ulysses.

It's a good name.

(Panting)