Der Skipper (1990) - full transcript
A washed-out German sailor, in a drunken state, agrees to take two British women from Gibraltar to the West Indies in his sail boat. Early into the voyage, they realise that it's not going to be plain sailing.
[SONAR PINGING]
-Richard!
[SCREAMING]
-Hans, Hans, Hans!
Hailing Yacht Bella Donna.
Hailing Yacht Bella Donna.
Delta, Echo, Bravo, Foxtrot!
Delta, Echo, Bravo, Foxtrot.
Man overboard.
My position is 33 degrees, 21
minus 4, 8 degrees, 41 minus 1.
MAN (ON RADIO): Hailing
Yacht Bella Donna.
Delta, Echo, Bravo, Foxtrot.
Do you read me?
Do you read me?
[SONAR PINGING]
-Paul Pelikan.
A friend of yours?
He wanted to go fishing
a week ago at Cadiz.
-Paul was an ardent
deep sea fisherman.
-Your wife knew him also?
-The three of us have been
good friends for years.
-Hm.
Good.
Tell me what happened.
-We had two days of bad weather.
But on the third day,
things got worse.
The sea was rough.
The waves really hit
us hard from behind.
I just had time to
see Paul at the stern
being ripped overboard.
I threw him a lifesaver
as quick as I could but--
-Do you believe that story?
-Why not?
-Oh, we've been
friends for years.
Everybody knows that
that Paul was her lover.
-One, two, three.
-What are you going to do now?
-Take her out.
I'm taking her out to sea again.
What's the point
in staying here?
MAN 1: Got you this time, huh?
MAN 2: Yeah, this time, right?
-Goodbye.
-Bye.
-It was an accident.
I'm sorry.
-Why did you say sorry?
-When I-- Mona, please.
[WHISTLE]
-Hey, you two.
Behave.
-Why should we?
-I know what you're up to.
-You're just jealous.
Come on.
Let's go.
-Bloody rain.
-Inspection tour?
-And maintenance.
-That's just what I
need on a day like this.
-To your health.
-Well, Skipper.
And when are you
putting out to sea?
-Tomorrow.
I'm taking her out tomorrow.
What's the point of
sticking around here?
-Come on.
-He's a very busy man.
He has lot of appointments.
I mean, it isn't easy to talk
to him in peace and quiet.
But it looks good
for the two of you.
Don't worry.
Just yesterday he told
me he would consider it.
You'll see.
He'll do me the favor.
He'll take you along.
-But when?
When will you know more details?
-Tomorrow.
Maybe the day after.
I don't want to push
him, you understand.
I mean, he's right in the
middle of a huge deal.
But you can count on me.
I'll find the right moment.
You don't have to worry.
You'll get your ship.
Oh.
Maybe my mates will
know more tomorrow.
-Bastard.
Lou!
-Still raining.
So what did he say?
-It looks good.
he said he'd be meeting
the captain tomorrow.
-But he's been saying that
for a week now hasn't he?
-Well, you would know better.
I'll tell you one thing though.
You're beginning
to get on my tits.
Oh, stupid bugger didn't
even bother to shave.
Oh.
-Louie, come on.
-Su?
-Yeah.
-David said they'd loan us
the money for tickets home.
-What?
Why the fuck do I
go around with you?
How could I be so stupid?
-Ow!
-Do you think I'd be
shagging these blokes here,
if all I wanted to do
is to get back there?
I'm never going home,
and that's that.
When I die, it's not going
to be in fucking Leeds.
You do what you want, but
you leave me out of it!
All right?
-It was just a thought!
Su, wait for me!
Su!
Su!
-Now, ladies and gentlemen,
time for something special.
Two beautiful
girls from England.
Let's give them
a great big hand.
May I present Su and Lou!
-(SINGING): You showed me
the way to reach the moon.
But all too soon.
The sky turned dark and empty.
And I cannot see.
You're leaving me.
Lonely, I wake up
and think of you.
What can I do?
Those arms that hold me
tight are now no longer free.
You're leaving me.
All the tender words you
whispered to me only,
your sweet embrace,
were they all lies?
All I have to give, so
why not come and save me?
I cannot bear your leaving me.
You're leaving me.
You're leaving me.
Can't you see the sun don't
shine above without your love?
My hate is deep and
endless like the open sea.
You're leaving me.
Memories are drifting through
my mind of happy times.
I never dreamt I'd
wake up one fine day
to see you're leaving me.
All the tender words you
whispered to me only,
your sweet embrace,
were they all lies?
All I have to give so
why not come and take me?
I cannot bear your leaving me.
You're leaving me.
You're leaving me.
-Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
-Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
-Well, come on.
-Hey.
-Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
-No.
-Take them off.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOLF WHISTLING]
-I want you to collect
the money for me.
-Yeah, sure.
-All right, come on now, boys.
Dig deep into your pockets.
Show them you like them.
You don't get
something for nothing.
Be generous.
Let's see some of
your money, OK?
Let's help these beautiful
girls, these great artists.
Don't be stingy, boys.
Come on.
Let's see some money.
OK, people.
Giving is better than taking.
-Well, bugger me.
You're something else taking
all your clothes off right out
there in front of
God and everybody.
-I know.
We got a lot?
-Yes, we have.
What do you think?
What's your grade?
-That's the prettiest
song I've heard in years.
I've had feelings like that.
When I'm out in a storm alone
with my boat and the sea.
-What?
You've a boat, have you?
-A ship, Yeah.
It's out there.
-What?
It's a yacht, is it?
-Out there you learn
what life's all about.
-What do you say, Capitano?
You going to treat
us to a drink?
A drink to love?
-Next round's on me!
-Meet the girl!
[SINGING]
[SINGING]
-Oh look.
There he is, Lou.
Yoohoo, Skippy!
Hello!
We're here.
Oh, he looks a bit
funny, doesn't he?
-I'm only taking
the bare essentials.
You ran out too early,
but Lou saw you go in.
You got time for a Coke?
Want a Coke?
-Yeah, I'll have a diet, please.
Thanks.
Willy, come here.
-Two Cokes, please.
Thank you very much.
-Come on.
You don't mind if we
bring the dog, do you?
It's just that it's
got used to me by now,
and I can't leave
him behind, can I?
-Oh, my feet.
oh.
Oh.
-What the hell is going on?
-It was really nice
last night, wasn't it?
-Yeah, we really enjoyed it.
-What's this supposed to mean?
You couldn't possibly
be thinking of leaving.
No.
You can't do this to me.
You have to think
about Club California.
Where are you girls
going to all of a sudden?
-We're going to Barbados
with him, the Skipper.
[LAUGHTER]
-Come on, then.
-Come on, Willy.
-He can't tell the
difference between port
and starboard anymore.
-Did you hear that?
-I'm putting out to sea.
-He's been saying the same thing
every day for half a year now.
Tomorrow I'm putting out to sea.
He doesn't intend to sail again.
Not while there's a drop of
booze left to drink there.
-What?
Is that true?
-He's all worn out-- no more
strength, no more pride.
He's out of it.
He can't sail anymore.
Leave him alone.
As long as his money holds
out, nobody will notice it.
But somewhere along the line,
he'll have to sell his boat.
End of the line-- I've
seen plenty of men
in situations like this.
In the end, they just go down to
the beach and swim out to sea.
-I'm not selling my ship.
And I'm not swimming out to sea.
I'm sailing to Barbados today.
Let's go.
we've got plenty to do.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Get off.
Get off, Su.
-Come on.
Hurry up.
Come on!
[CHUCKLING]
-Look.
Ah yes.
I never believed his story.
-Doesn't make any
difference anymore.
-You know, I'll bet you that
within two or three days,
he'll be back.
-Who?
The skipper and the dog?
[CHUCKLING]
-Hey, it's unlucky for the
captain to shave at sea.
-Do you want to run around
looking like a tramp?
You've got ladies on board.
-Oh, then those ladies
better pay attention now, OK?
-We don't want to.
-The automatic pilot keeps
us on course by itself.
It's set right.
-Right.
-That's the windvane up there.
-Right.
-The compass is astern,
next to the rudder wheel.
-Right.
-And there's a
little black button
there which starts the motor.
-Keep still.
-Now, for example, we're
sailing exactly 250
degrees almost west, southwest.
-How long will it take us
to actually get to Barbados?
-About four weeks.
-Are the Fiji
Islands any closer?
-They're in the Pacific.
We are in the Atlantic.
-Oh, what's the difference?
They all wear grass skirts
and drink coconut milk
and dance the hula hula.
Hula hoop!
Hula!
Come on, Lou.
Let's do our Hula
for the Skipper.
-I don't even remember it.
-Yes, you can.
Come on.
-Hula hoop, hula
hoop-- everybody's
doing the hula hoop.
Your brother, your
sister-- no, no, no.
We're practicing hula now,
and you're not excused.
-Go on back and you
can dance as well.
Hula hoop.
Hula hoop.
Everybody's doing the hula hoop.
-Hula.
What are you girls
planning to do in Barbados?
-We'll worry about
that when we get there.
[LAUGHTER]
-No!
No!
No, you're not stronger!
-Yes, we are!
-Not stronger!
-We're stronger.
-OK, you're stronger.
I give up.
-I'm exhausted.
-This is the life, eh?
It seems a bit strange being
here along with two girls.
Su and Lou, they're
like Siamese twins.
What made me agree to this?
The old man and two chicks.
I'm just not used
to people anymore.
Hey.
According to weather
reports, it'll
be best to sail to
Barbados via Madeira.
No problem.
There's enough food
and supplies on board.
But what about the three of us?
Somehow I don't trust
all the peace and quiet.
It wouldn't be the
first time the Atlantic
had a surprise for us.
-Su, Su!
-Determination,
it's four letters.
-You got any letters yet?
Ends in T.
-Could be "grit."
-No.
One, two-- yeah.
Aren't you bored?
-No.
Why should be?
-Everything OK, Willy?
Your first Atlantic crossing.
The dog's life, eh?
-Just think.
Three days ago we'd
never have thought
that we'd be lying here-- under
the sun on our way to Barbados.
-Well, I did.
You were the one who
wanted to go to the embassy
and get your ticket back
home and all that rubbish.
-I know, but I never dreamt
we'd end up here, did I?
Just think.
If I hadn't saw the
Skipper at The California.
-You'd have thought
they-- I don't know--
-I'm surprised we didn't
see him before, really.
-I saw him.
I just wasn't interested.
-Wow.
Is it hot enough for you?
-You girls better watch out.
When the wind is
blowing, you don't
notice how hot the sun is.
Drink a lot and start
taking salt tablets.
-Do you want something to drink?
-Mhm.
-Mm.
I love the smell of cigar smoke.
-I'm going to hit the
sack for four hours.
Don't forget to
keep a sharp watch.
You're welcome to take
turns, but one man
has always got to
take the watch.
If you notice anything
funny, let me know.
-It's one girl.
One girl has to keep watch.
You said one man.
We're not men.
We're women, in case
you haven't noticed.
-Something in the water.
Shit.
Have you got eyes in your heads?
I told you to wake me
if you saw anything.
-We were looking, but
there was nothing there.
-Oh, come on.
Watching out means watching out.
This is not a pleasure boat.
-It'll be night soon.
-I overdid it.
-I told you to be careful.
Where else?
-Lou's all yours.
-Hm.
Stop behaving like that.
-I'll behave any way
I bloody well please.
-Wow.
It's lovely.
Su, come and look at this.
It's fab.
-You see that sort of thing
less and less nowadays.
-How am I supposed to get some
sleep with all this racket
up here?
-Why should you worry about her?
-Why?
Why?
Why not?
Why did you take her with
me back in Gibraltar?
-The mood.
I drank a little too much.
Maybe, maybe not.
SKIPPER (VOICEOVER): Fourth
day, 111 nautical miles.
Barometer has dropped to
to 761 in three hours.
Expect wind force six to seven.
This afternoon's
catastrophe was a warning.
I can't depend on
either of them.
Besides, Su is starting
to get annoying.
Lou is at least cooperative.
But I don't know what
to expect from her.
Is she my friend?
Is she my foe?
Still waters run deep.
-Come on.
Give me a hand.
-Lou!
Lou!
Lou!
Lou!
Lou!
-Su.
What is it?
We're just taking down a sail?
Well, do you want something?
-Patience.
You'll see.
You'll feel better in no time.
That's what I call
a quick recovery
-Oh.
-Su, what are you doing here?
-I'm here.
I'm here too.
So at least look at me.
-I have things to do.
-Lou!
Lou!
-Tell her if she keeps on
being such a pain in the ass,
I'll throw her overboard!
-If he ever touches me
again, from now on I'm
stopping everything--
water, salt,
perfume-- I want him to sick.
I want him to think
he's kissing a dustbin.
You think I'm joking, don't you?
-No, of course not.
-Shall I get you
something to eat?
-No, so I can get sick again?
-Look, I'll get you
something to drink.
-Look, just don't
sacrifice yourself, OK?
Just buzz off and
leave me alone!
-Like it?
-I know it hurts, but I've
decided to go with Paul.
Don't try and stop me.
It wouldn't work.
It was right out in
the middle of nowhere--
the only beauty
salon for ladies.
I suppose that makes me a lady.
What that place really
was was a sick clinic.
We really knew our job though--
putting the hair up in curlers,
makeup, shampoo, dye job,
bleach, and all the stories
those frustrated old
hens wanted to hear.
The dirtier the story,
the better they liked it.
They used to get hot flashes
just listening to us.
They'd come back a week later
and tell us they tried it out.
-The wind is changing and
I'm going to reset the sail.
-Su, but that's not
like you at all?
Where'd you think of this one?
-Why not?
I fancied a change.
What do you think, Skipper?
Do you like it?
-Sure, why not?
-Sure, why not?
Unlucky in gambling,
but lucky in love.
Or are you a loser there too?
If you're the winner,
then I'm happy to lose.
Careful with those
cigarettes, otherwise I'll
make a no smoking
zone down here.
And no more messing
with this radio.
-What's going on down here?
-He can't admit he's a loser.
That's why he's
playing the boss.
Yes, boss?
-The sun really
isn't good for you.
[SCREAM]
Listen, you may not realize
how long four weeks can be.
Somehow, we ought
to try to get along.
I'll be back in two
hours, and I expect
to find everything cleaned up.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Don't look at me.
Your girlfriend did it.
[BARKING]
-Scheisse.
Damn it.
Unknown freight on
my bow, attention.
This is Sailing
Yacht Bella Donna,
Delta Echo Bravo Foxtrot.
We're on collision course
and I'm on the sail.
So please give me
the right of way.
Over.
Lou, come over here
and repeat that message
over and over again.
LOU: But Skipper,
I don't-- hello?
We're on a collision course.
It's the Bella--
[ENGINE STALLING]
-Come on.
Lou, get the flashlight.
Battery's half empty
from that fucking music
of yours and the god
damn refrigerator.
[MOTOR STARTING] Keep
that light steady.
[ENGINE STALLING]
[HORN]
Get inside.
Close the door.
-Oh, no.
[COUGHING]
Oh, god.
Lou?
Lou, I don't feel very well.
Can I get under the
covers with you?
-Don't be such a baby.
-Lou.
Please, what's the matter?
-Absolutely nothing.
[CHATTERING]
[LAUGHTER]
SKIPPER: Hey, come over here.
LOU: Stop it.
Su, come on in.
The water's lovely.
-Come on.
Don't be such a killjoy.
Come on on.
LOU: Come on in.
Listen, when we
get to Barbados, we
can absolutely hula hula hoop.
-Anything you say.
LOU: Su.
Ah!
Get-- help!
He's drowning me!
Help!
Get off.
-Let's go back.
-All right.
I'll give you a race.
Give me a head start.
-OK.
Go.
Go.
Now.
-Go away.
-Let's go.
-Where's the ladder gone?
[ENGING STARTING]
-Su!
Su!
-Well, where is it?
-Stay calm.
Don't panic.
Su!
Su!
Let down the ladder.
stop the motor.
Are you crazy?
Su!
-Su, please come back.
Help!
Help!
Please come back!
-Calm down.
Calm down.
Breathe deeply.
Calm down.
Su!
Su!
Breathe deeply, OK?
Su!
Su!
Come on.
Sit down.
Are you all right?
Yes?
Sure?
-Cardinal virtue,
eight letters, and ends
in I-T-Y. Fourth
letter's S. "Chastity."
OK.
So maybe you two
can't take a joke,
but don't ever do
that again, not ever.
Maybe he can sail a boat, and
maybe you can start an engine,
but when push comes to
shoves, he's no good for you.
And just you remember that.
Fuck.
-What do you say we turn back?
-Turn back?
-That'd be the
best thing for us.
Look at us.
Somehow, we just
don't fit together.
Another three weeks of this.
-But we wanted to
go to Barbados.
-You don't know
what it's all about.
You think you're
mentally your own person,
but the reality of it is
you imitate everything.
And I don't want a copy.
I know it hurts, but I've
decided to go with Paul.
Don't try and stop me.
It wouldn't work.
Can you afford to turn back?
It's all up here.
One thing that
interests me though.
Her hair was
bleached, weren't it?
What do I have to do
to make you realize?
He murdered her.
-What?
What are you talking about, Su?
You talk nothing
but crap these days.
-Oh, you're sure
about that, are you?
Take a lot at this.
Look.
Here's the Dear John letter.
In it, Mona says she doesn't
want to see him anymore,
you know.
She wants a separation.
It's always the same thing.
She can't handle it with him.
Look at these pictures.
He's cut himself out of
every one he's in with her.
-Su, you're stupid.
This doesn't mean nothing.
Maybe he just didn't want to
be reminded of happier times.
-Oh, if only that were it.
While you've been moping around,
I've been doing some detective
work, and I found
out everything.
He's a killer and an idiot.
He doesn't know we're onto him.
Look.
Mona's dress, underwear.
I mean, why didn't she
take this stuff with her?
And why put that man's
gear in the aft cabin?
And look.
I mean, it's hardly
used, any of it.
Is this the kind of
stuff you leave behind?
There's only one reason
why somebody wouldn't
take something like
this with them.
It was him.
Here on this boat.
And he's a druggie too.
I found two used
needles in the dustbin.
I knew there was a
reason I wouldn't let
him near me right
from the start.
-Su, there's
probably a perfectly
reasonable explanation
for all this.
-Oh, you're beyond help.
What more evidence do you need?
Does he have to do
you in and then me?
-Shh.
Skipper.
Skipper, wake up.
Come on, wake up, Skipper.
I don't mind if
you did kill her.
-What?
-Your wife and your friend.
-I didn't kill anyone.
But Paul, it just happened.
That's why Mona left me.
She blamed it on me.
I should have saved him.
But I couldn't.
-I believe you.
What about Su?
-What about Su?
-Well, nothing.
Nothing about Su.
-Willy, you slob.
Yo.
Next time, you
shit overboard, OK?
-What?
What's happening?
-Don't be afraid, Lou.
-What's the matter, Skipper?
You blow your cork last night?
Hey, leave our gear alone.
-Where's my serum?
-Where's your what?
-My serum.
Ampules.
They were in the fridge.
Now they're gone.
OK.
Where are they?
I've got to give myself a shot.
-Well, how should we know?
You really should keep
an eye on your own stuff.
Do you know where it is?
Well, what does it look like?
Shots?
Are you some kind of addict?
I know you're mad, and a
pervert, but a junkie too?
Oh, what are we coming to?
-Well, I can tell you exactly.
First, the weak spells.
Then dizzy spells.
The sugar count rises.
At 250, I get the chills.
Five hours later, paralysis.
At 450 or 500, the
cellular walls break.
The potassium sodium balance
goes on a merry-go-round.
After 8 to 12 hours
coma, that's it.
Now, where is that serum?
-Maybe you'll find your stuff
before you reach 500 or 600.
Or maybe you'll just have
to turn that little helm
of yours around, and go like
the clappers to the next island.
[SCREAM] No!
He's going to kill me!
Get off me!
Get off me!
Lou, help me!
Get off me!
Get off me!
Stop it!
-Where is my insulin?
Where did you hide it?
-Skipper, you've gone mad.
Leave her alone.
Go!
Get off!
Get off of her!
-Once you remember
where my insulin is,
I'll pull you back in.
[SCREAMING]
-Skipper, wait.
You don't understand.
She can't swim.
She doesn't know how to swim.
-It's the quickest way to learn.
-I promise you,
just please, please.
She'll give it back,
so just please.
-She has no alternative.
If it's the end of me, it's
the end of her as well.
-No, This is stupid.
You've gone mad.
She'll give it back to you.
SU: Help me, Lou.
-I need help.
Is there a ship in the area
with medical equipment?
I am in urgent need
of depo insulin.
LOU: Su.
-Where is it?
-I don't see any land.
-Don't.
-I'll give you one hour.
-Give it back to him.
Give it back to him, Su.
Give it back to him.
-Or what's he going
to do with me?
-Oh, give him back his serum!
-Oh, leave me alone.
Fucking hell.
-You're wankers, the pair of
you-- driving me fucking mad.
No, Skipper, please don't.
Why don't you just drop us
off at the nearest island?
Then you'd be rid of us.
You know we drive you mad.
I promise.
If I go with her, it'll
be the end of everything.
-Madeira lies two
days behind us.
It's too late to go back.
A tanker.
A tanker!
A tanker has medicine on-board.
-But there's nothing there.
Skipper, look.
There's nothing there.
You've gone mad.
-Help!
-Skipper, no!
SKIPPER: Help!
LOU: No!
Skipper!
-Yes?
Do you know what I
dreamt last night?
That you got married.
But it wasn't a real
wedding in a church.
It-- it was more like a party.
And someone said, hey,
come in the kitchen.
Lou's getting married.
And I laughed and said,
what a load of rubbish.
My best friend would
never marry a cripple.
-Skipper!
-Stupid bitch.
I wouldn't have let
him die, you know.
-You have to help me.
-Me?
-Please, you have to.
-I can't do that.
-Please.
Put on the needle.
Take off the cover.
Take one of those ampules
with the red ring on it.
Take the ring off.
Stick the needle
into the rubber.
Press the air out.
Now pull back the insulin.
Slowly.
That's enough.
Point the syringe outwards,
and press out the insulin
until there's 25
milligrams left.
25.
That's right.
Now, inject the insulin into me.
-Oh, no.
I couldn't do that.
-You have to.
Do it.
Thanks.
[MOANING]
-Lou.
Don't leave me alone.
Please.
-Come here.
-(SINGING) You showed me
the way to reach the moon.
But all too soon.
The sky turned dark and empty.
And I cannot see.
You're leaving me.
Lonely, I wake up and
think of you, you, you.
What can I do, do, do?
These arms that hold you
tight are now forever free.
You're leaving me.
All the tender words you
whispered to me only,
your sweet embrace,
were they all lies?
All I have is you so why
not come and take me?
I cannot bear your leaving me.
You're leaving me.
You're leaving me.
Can't you see the sun don't
shine above without your love.
-Cheers.
-(SINGING) My pain is deep
and endless like the open sea.
You're leaving me.
Memories are drifting through
my mind of a happy time.
-Have a glass of champagne.
SU: (SINGING) I never dreamt
I'd wake up one fine day--
[SCREAM]
-Wh-- wh-- wh--
what have you done?
What have you done?
-What?
Su, what is it?
-Get away from me!
Hello?
This is-- this is
the Bella Donna.
Come help me.
My name is Su.
She-- she murdered him.
She murdered him.
[SINGING]
-Oh god.
Oh god.
[SCREAM]
-Su.
Su?
Su, I can't open the door.
Su?
Open this door.
-Go away!
[SCREAM]
-Why are you staring
at me like that?
SU: Why did you do it?
-What?
-Why did you murder him?
-You said that he
didn't fit in with us.
You know he didn't.
How could he?
He was a man, wasn't he?
-You killed him.
-Look.
Even you said that he
could start the engine,
but he couldn't sail
the boat, right?
You said that he killed Mona.
That he was going
to kill us next.
I think you were right.
-But-- but I wouldn't
have murdered him.
I-- I didn't mean that.
LOU: Shh.
It's all right.
-I didn't mean that.
-Don't upset yourself.
Look here, love.
It's going to be just
the two of us now.
You know, just the Su and Lou
like it always used to be.
What is it?
Don't worry.
Now that the
Skipper's gone, we're
going to go back to just what
we used to always be like.
-You murdered him.
-No, I didn't.
-You murdered him!
-No, I didn't, Su.
-You murdered him!
You murdered him!
You murdered him!
-Don't do that to yourself!
Su!
Don't!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shh.
Stop it, Su.
Shh.
Shut up.
Shh.
Shh.
Just don't shout, all right?
[KETTLE WHISTLE]
[ENDING THEME]
-Richard!
[SCREAMING]
-Hans, Hans, Hans!
Hailing Yacht Bella Donna.
Hailing Yacht Bella Donna.
Delta, Echo, Bravo, Foxtrot!
Delta, Echo, Bravo, Foxtrot.
Man overboard.
My position is 33 degrees, 21
minus 4, 8 degrees, 41 minus 1.
MAN (ON RADIO): Hailing
Yacht Bella Donna.
Delta, Echo, Bravo, Foxtrot.
Do you read me?
Do you read me?
[SONAR PINGING]
-Paul Pelikan.
A friend of yours?
He wanted to go fishing
a week ago at Cadiz.
-Paul was an ardent
deep sea fisherman.
-Your wife knew him also?
-The three of us have been
good friends for years.
-Hm.
Good.
Tell me what happened.
-We had two days of bad weather.
But on the third day,
things got worse.
The sea was rough.
The waves really hit
us hard from behind.
I just had time to
see Paul at the stern
being ripped overboard.
I threw him a lifesaver
as quick as I could but--
-Do you believe that story?
-Why not?
-Oh, we've been
friends for years.
Everybody knows that
that Paul was her lover.
-One, two, three.
-What are you going to do now?
-Take her out.
I'm taking her out to sea again.
What's the point
in staying here?
MAN 1: Got you this time, huh?
MAN 2: Yeah, this time, right?
-Goodbye.
-Bye.
-It was an accident.
I'm sorry.
-Why did you say sorry?
-When I-- Mona, please.
[WHISTLE]
-Hey, you two.
Behave.
-Why should we?
-I know what you're up to.
-You're just jealous.
Come on.
Let's go.
-Bloody rain.
-Inspection tour?
-And maintenance.
-That's just what I
need on a day like this.
-To your health.
-Well, Skipper.
And when are you
putting out to sea?
-Tomorrow.
I'm taking her out tomorrow.
What's the point of
sticking around here?
-Come on.
-He's a very busy man.
He has lot of appointments.
I mean, it isn't easy to talk
to him in peace and quiet.
But it looks good
for the two of you.
Don't worry.
Just yesterday he told
me he would consider it.
You'll see.
He'll do me the favor.
He'll take you along.
-But when?
When will you know more details?
-Tomorrow.
Maybe the day after.
I don't want to push
him, you understand.
I mean, he's right in the
middle of a huge deal.
But you can count on me.
I'll find the right moment.
You don't have to worry.
You'll get your ship.
Oh.
Maybe my mates will
know more tomorrow.
-Bastard.
Lou!
-Still raining.
So what did he say?
-It looks good.
he said he'd be meeting
the captain tomorrow.
-But he's been saying that
for a week now hasn't he?
-Well, you would know better.
I'll tell you one thing though.
You're beginning
to get on my tits.
Oh, stupid bugger didn't
even bother to shave.
Oh.
-Louie, come on.
-Su?
-Yeah.
-David said they'd loan us
the money for tickets home.
-What?
Why the fuck do I
go around with you?
How could I be so stupid?
-Ow!
-Do you think I'd be
shagging these blokes here,
if all I wanted to do
is to get back there?
I'm never going home,
and that's that.
When I die, it's not going
to be in fucking Leeds.
You do what you want, but
you leave me out of it!
All right?
-It was just a thought!
Su, wait for me!
Su!
Su!
-Now, ladies and gentlemen,
time for something special.
Two beautiful
girls from England.
Let's give them
a great big hand.
May I present Su and Lou!
-(SINGING): You showed me
the way to reach the moon.
But all too soon.
The sky turned dark and empty.
And I cannot see.
You're leaving me.
Lonely, I wake up
and think of you.
What can I do?
Those arms that hold me
tight are now no longer free.
You're leaving me.
All the tender words you
whispered to me only,
your sweet embrace,
were they all lies?
All I have to give, so
why not come and save me?
I cannot bear your leaving me.
You're leaving me.
You're leaving me.
Can't you see the sun don't
shine above without your love?
My hate is deep and
endless like the open sea.
You're leaving me.
Memories are drifting through
my mind of happy times.
I never dreamt I'd
wake up one fine day
to see you're leaving me.
All the tender words you
whispered to me only,
your sweet embrace,
were they all lies?
All I have to give so
why not come and take me?
I cannot bear your leaving me.
You're leaving me.
You're leaving me.
-Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
-Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
-Well, come on.
-Hey.
-Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
Take them off.
-No.
-Take them off.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOLF WHISTLING]
-I want you to collect
the money for me.
-Yeah, sure.
-All right, come on now, boys.
Dig deep into your pockets.
Show them you like them.
You don't get
something for nothing.
Be generous.
Let's see some of
your money, OK?
Let's help these beautiful
girls, these great artists.
Don't be stingy, boys.
Come on.
Let's see some money.
OK, people.
Giving is better than taking.
-Well, bugger me.
You're something else taking
all your clothes off right out
there in front of
God and everybody.
-I know.
We got a lot?
-Yes, we have.
What do you think?
What's your grade?
-That's the prettiest
song I've heard in years.
I've had feelings like that.
When I'm out in a storm alone
with my boat and the sea.
-What?
You've a boat, have you?
-A ship, Yeah.
It's out there.
-What?
It's a yacht, is it?
-Out there you learn
what life's all about.
-What do you say, Capitano?
You going to treat
us to a drink?
A drink to love?
-Next round's on me!
-Meet the girl!
[SINGING]
[SINGING]
-Oh look.
There he is, Lou.
Yoohoo, Skippy!
Hello!
We're here.
Oh, he looks a bit
funny, doesn't he?
-I'm only taking
the bare essentials.
You ran out too early,
but Lou saw you go in.
You got time for a Coke?
Want a Coke?
-Yeah, I'll have a diet, please.
Thanks.
Willy, come here.
-Two Cokes, please.
Thank you very much.
-Come on.
You don't mind if we
bring the dog, do you?
It's just that it's
got used to me by now,
and I can't leave
him behind, can I?
-Oh, my feet.
oh.
Oh.
-What the hell is going on?
-It was really nice
last night, wasn't it?
-Yeah, we really enjoyed it.
-What's this supposed to mean?
You couldn't possibly
be thinking of leaving.
No.
You can't do this to me.
You have to think
about Club California.
Where are you girls
going to all of a sudden?
-We're going to Barbados
with him, the Skipper.
[LAUGHTER]
-Come on, then.
-Come on, Willy.
-He can't tell the
difference between port
and starboard anymore.
-Did you hear that?
-I'm putting out to sea.
-He's been saying the same thing
every day for half a year now.
Tomorrow I'm putting out to sea.
He doesn't intend to sail again.
Not while there's a drop of
booze left to drink there.
-What?
Is that true?
-He's all worn out-- no more
strength, no more pride.
He's out of it.
He can't sail anymore.
Leave him alone.
As long as his money holds
out, nobody will notice it.
But somewhere along the line,
he'll have to sell his boat.
End of the line-- I've
seen plenty of men
in situations like this.
In the end, they just go down to
the beach and swim out to sea.
-I'm not selling my ship.
And I'm not swimming out to sea.
I'm sailing to Barbados today.
Let's go.
we've got plenty to do.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Get off.
Get off, Su.
-Come on.
Hurry up.
Come on!
[CHUCKLING]
-Look.
Ah yes.
I never believed his story.
-Doesn't make any
difference anymore.
-You know, I'll bet you that
within two or three days,
he'll be back.
-Who?
The skipper and the dog?
[CHUCKLING]
-Hey, it's unlucky for the
captain to shave at sea.
-Do you want to run around
looking like a tramp?
You've got ladies on board.
-Oh, then those ladies
better pay attention now, OK?
-We don't want to.
-The automatic pilot keeps
us on course by itself.
It's set right.
-Right.
-That's the windvane up there.
-Right.
-The compass is astern,
next to the rudder wheel.
-Right.
-And there's a
little black button
there which starts the motor.
-Keep still.
-Now, for example, we're
sailing exactly 250
degrees almost west, southwest.
-How long will it take us
to actually get to Barbados?
-About four weeks.
-Are the Fiji
Islands any closer?
-They're in the Pacific.
We are in the Atlantic.
-Oh, what's the difference?
They all wear grass skirts
and drink coconut milk
and dance the hula hula.
Hula hoop!
Hula!
Come on, Lou.
Let's do our Hula
for the Skipper.
-I don't even remember it.
-Yes, you can.
Come on.
-Hula hoop, hula
hoop-- everybody's
doing the hula hoop.
Your brother, your
sister-- no, no, no.
We're practicing hula now,
and you're not excused.
-Go on back and you
can dance as well.
Hula hoop.
Hula hoop.
Everybody's doing the hula hoop.
-Hula.
What are you girls
planning to do in Barbados?
-We'll worry about
that when we get there.
[LAUGHTER]
-No!
No!
No, you're not stronger!
-Yes, we are!
-Not stronger!
-We're stronger.
-OK, you're stronger.
I give up.
-I'm exhausted.
-This is the life, eh?
It seems a bit strange being
here along with two girls.
Su and Lou, they're
like Siamese twins.
What made me agree to this?
The old man and two chicks.
I'm just not used
to people anymore.
Hey.
According to weather
reports, it'll
be best to sail to
Barbados via Madeira.
No problem.
There's enough food
and supplies on board.
But what about the three of us?
Somehow I don't trust
all the peace and quiet.
It wouldn't be the
first time the Atlantic
had a surprise for us.
-Su, Su!
-Determination,
it's four letters.
-You got any letters yet?
Ends in T.
-Could be "grit."
-No.
One, two-- yeah.
Aren't you bored?
-No.
Why should be?
-Everything OK, Willy?
Your first Atlantic crossing.
The dog's life, eh?
-Just think.
Three days ago we'd
never have thought
that we'd be lying here-- under
the sun on our way to Barbados.
-Well, I did.
You were the one who
wanted to go to the embassy
and get your ticket back
home and all that rubbish.
-I know, but I never dreamt
we'd end up here, did I?
Just think.
If I hadn't saw the
Skipper at The California.
-You'd have thought
they-- I don't know--
-I'm surprised we didn't
see him before, really.
-I saw him.
I just wasn't interested.
-Wow.
Is it hot enough for you?
-You girls better watch out.
When the wind is
blowing, you don't
notice how hot the sun is.
Drink a lot and start
taking salt tablets.
-Do you want something to drink?
-Mhm.
-Mm.
I love the smell of cigar smoke.
-I'm going to hit the
sack for four hours.
Don't forget to
keep a sharp watch.
You're welcome to take
turns, but one man
has always got to
take the watch.
If you notice anything
funny, let me know.
-It's one girl.
One girl has to keep watch.
You said one man.
We're not men.
We're women, in case
you haven't noticed.
-Something in the water.
Shit.
Have you got eyes in your heads?
I told you to wake me
if you saw anything.
-We were looking, but
there was nothing there.
-Oh, come on.
Watching out means watching out.
This is not a pleasure boat.
-It'll be night soon.
-I overdid it.
-I told you to be careful.
Where else?
-Lou's all yours.
-Hm.
Stop behaving like that.
-I'll behave any way
I bloody well please.
-Wow.
It's lovely.
Su, come and look at this.
It's fab.
-You see that sort of thing
less and less nowadays.
-How am I supposed to get some
sleep with all this racket
up here?
-Why should you worry about her?
-Why?
Why?
Why not?
Why did you take her with
me back in Gibraltar?
-The mood.
I drank a little too much.
Maybe, maybe not.
SKIPPER (VOICEOVER): Fourth
day, 111 nautical miles.
Barometer has dropped to
to 761 in three hours.
Expect wind force six to seven.
This afternoon's
catastrophe was a warning.
I can't depend on
either of them.
Besides, Su is starting
to get annoying.
Lou is at least cooperative.
But I don't know what
to expect from her.
Is she my friend?
Is she my foe?
Still waters run deep.
-Come on.
Give me a hand.
-Lou!
Lou!
Lou!
Lou!
Lou!
-Su.
What is it?
We're just taking down a sail?
Well, do you want something?
-Patience.
You'll see.
You'll feel better in no time.
That's what I call
a quick recovery
-Oh.
-Su, what are you doing here?
-I'm here.
I'm here too.
So at least look at me.
-I have things to do.
-Lou!
Lou!
-Tell her if she keeps on
being such a pain in the ass,
I'll throw her overboard!
-If he ever touches me
again, from now on I'm
stopping everything--
water, salt,
perfume-- I want him to sick.
I want him to think
he's kissing a dustbin.
You think I'm joking, don't you?
-No, of course not.
-Shall I get you
something to eat?
-No, so I can get sick again?
-Look, I'll get you
something to drink.
-Look, just don't
sacrifice yourself, OK?
Just buzz off and
leave me alone!
-Like it?
-I know it hurts, but I've
decided to go with Paul.
Don't try and stop me.
It wouldn't work.
It was right out in
the middle of nowhere--
the only beauty
salon for ladies.
I suppose that makes me a lady.
What that place really
was was a sick clinic.
We really knew our job though--
putting the hair up in curlers,
makeup, shampoo, dye job,
bleach, and all the stories
those frustrated old
hens wanted to hear.
The dirtier the story,
the better they liked it.
They used to get hot flashes
just listening to us.
They'd come back a week later
and tell us they tried it out.
-The wind is changing and
I'm going to reset the sail.
-Su, but that's not
like you at all?
Where'd you think of this one?
-Why not?
I fancied a change.
What do you think, Skipper?
Do you like it?
-Sure, why not?
-Sure, why not?
Unlucky in gambling,
but lucky in love.
Or are you a loser there too?
If you're the winner,
then I'm happy to lose.
Careful with those
cigarettes, otherwise I'll
make a no smoking
zone down here.
And no more messing
with this radio.
-What's going on down here?
-He can't admit he's a loser.
That's why he's
playing the boss.
Yes, boss?
-The sun really
isn't good for you.
[SCREAM]
Listen, you may not realize
how long four weeks can be.
Somehow, we ought
to try to get along.
I'll be back in two
hours, and I expect
to find everything cleaned up.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Don't look at me.
Your girlfriend did it.
[BARKING]
-Scheisse.
Damn it.
Unknown freight on
my bow, attention.
This is Sailing
Yacht Bella Donna,
Delta Echo Bravo Foxtrot.
We're on collision course
and I'm on the sail.
So please give me
the right of way.
Over.
Lou, come over here
and repeat that message
over and over again.
LOU: But Skipper,
I don't-- hello?
We're on a collision course.
It's the Bella--
[ENGINE STALLING]
-Come on.
Lou, get the flashlight.
Battery's half empty
from that fucking music
of yours and the god
damn refrigerator.
[MOTOR STARTING] Keep
that light steady.
[ENGINE STALLING]
[HORN]
Get inside.
Close the door.
-Oh, no.
[COUGHING]
Oh, god.
Lou?
Lou, I don't feel very well.
Can I get under the
covers with you?
-Don't be such a baby.
-Lou.
Please, what's the matter?
-Absolutely nothing.
[CHATTERING]
[LAUGHTER]
SKIPPER: Hey, come over here.
LOU: Stop it.
Su, come on in.
The water's lovely.
-Come on.
Don't be such a killjoy.
Come on on.
LOU: Come on in.
Listen, when we
get to Barbados, we
can absolutely hula hula hoop.
-Anything you say.
LOU: Su.
Ah!
Get-- help!
He's drowning me!
Help!
Get off.
-Let's go back.
-All right.
I'll give you a race.
Give me a head start.
-OK.
Go.
Go.
Now.
-Go away.
-Let's go.
-Where's the ladder gone?
[ENGING STARTING]
-Su!
Su!
-Well, where is it?
-Stay calm.
Don't panic.
Su!
Su!
Let down the ladder.
stop the motor.
Are you crazy?
Su!
-Su, please come back.
Help!
Help!
Please come back!
-Calm down.
Calm down.
Breathe deeply.
Calm down.
Su!
Su!
Breathe deeply, OK?
Su!
Su!
Come on.
Sit down.
Are you all right?
Yes?
Sure?
-Cardinal virtue,
eight letters, and ends
in I-T-Y. Fourth
letter's S. "Chastity."
OK.
So maybe you two
can't take a joke,
but don't ever do
that again, not ever.
Maybe he can sail a boat, and
maybe you can start an engine,
but when push comes to
shoves, he's no good for you.
And just you remember that.
Fuck.
-What do you say we turn back?
-Turn back?
-That'd be the
best thing for us.
Look at us.
Somehow, we just
don't fit together.
Another three weeks of this.
-But we wanted to
go to Barbados.
-You don't know
what it's all about.
You think you're
mentally your own person,
but the reality of it is
you imitate everything.
And I don't want a copy.
I know it hurts, but I've
decided to go with Paul.
Don't try and stop me.
It wouldn't work.
Can you afford to turn back?
It's all up here.
One thing that
interests me though.
Her hair was
bleached, weren't it?
What do I have to do
to make you realize?
He murdered her.
-What?
What are you talking about, Su?
You talk nothing
but crap these days.
-Oh, you're sure
about that, are you?
Take a lot at this.
Look.
Here's the Dear John letter.
In it, Mona says she doesn't
want to see him anymore,
you know.
She wants a separation.
It's always the same thing.
She can't handle it with him.
Look at these pictures.
He's cut himself out of
every one he's in with her.
-Su, you're stupid.
This doesn't mean nothing.
Maybe he just didn't want to
be reminded of happier times.
-Oh, if only that were it.
While you've been moping around,
I've been doing some detective
work, and I found
out everything.
He's a killer and an idiot.
He doesn't know we're onto him.
Look.
Mona's dress, underwear.
I mean, why didn't she
take this stuff with her?
And why put that man's
gear in the aft cabin?
And look.
I mean, it's hardly
used, any of it.
Is this the kind of
stuff you leave behind?
There's only one reason
why somebody wouldn't
take something like
this with them.
It was him.
Here on this boat.
And he's a druggie too.
I found two used
needles in the dustbin.
I knew there was a
reason I wouldn't let
him near me right
from the start.
-Su, there's
probably a perfectly
reasonable explanation
for all this.
-Oh, you're beyond help.
What more evidence do you need?
Does he have to do
you in and then me?
-Shh.
Skipper.
Skipper, wake up.
Come on, wake up, Skipper.
I don't mind if
you did kill her.
-What?
-Your wife and your friend.
-I didn't kill anyone.
But Paul, it just happened.
That's why Mona left me.
She blamed it on me.
I should have saved him.
But I couldn't.
-I believe you.
What about Su?
-What about Su?
-Well, nothing.
Nothing about Su.
-Willy, you slob.
Yo.
Next time, you
shit overboard, OK?
-What?
What's happening?
-Don't be afraid, Lou.
-What's the matter, Skipper?
You blow your cork last night?
Hey, leave our gear alone.
-Where's my serum?
-Where's your what?
-My serum.
Ampules.
They were in the fridge.
Now they're gone.
OK.
Where are they?
I've got to give myself a shot.
-Well, how should we know?
You really should keep
an eye on your own stuff.
Do you know where it is?
Well, what does it look like?
Shots?
Are you some kind of addict?
I know you're mad, and a
pervert, but a junkie too?
Oh, what are we coming to?
-Well, I can tell you exactly.
First, the weak spells.
Then dizzy spells.
The sugar count rises.
At 250, I get the chills.
Five hours later, paralysis.
At 450 or 500, the
cellular walls break.
The potassium sodium balance
goes on a merry-go-round.
After 8 to 12 hours
coma, that's it.
Now, where is that serum?
-Maybe you'll find your stuff
before you reach 500 or 600.
Or maybe you'll just have
to turn that little helm
of yours around, and go like
the clappers to the next island.
[SCREAM] No!
He's going to kill me!
Get off me!
Get off me!
Lou, help me!
Get off me!
Get off me!
Stop it!
-Where is my insulin?
Where did you hide it?
-Skipper, you've gone mad.
Leave her alone.
Go!
Get off!
Get off of her!
-Once you remember
where my insulin is,
I'll pull you back in.
[SCREAMING]
-Skipper, wait.
You don't understand.
She can't swim.
She doesn't know how to swim.
-It's the quickest way to learn.
-I promise you,
just please, please.
She'll give it back,
so just please.
-She has no alternative.
If it's the end of me, it's
the end of her as well.
-No, This is stupid.
You've gone mad.
She'll give it back to you.
SU: Help me, Lou.
-I need help.
Is there a ship in the area
with medical equipment?
I am in urgent need
of depo insulin.
LOU: Su.
-Where is it?
-I don't see any land.
-Don't.
-I'll give you one hour.
-Give it back to him.
Give it back to him, Su.
Give it back to him.
-Or what's he going
to do with me?
-Oh, give him back his serum!
-Oh, leave me alone.
Fucking hell.
-You're wankers, the pair of
you-- driving me fucking mad.
No, Skipper, please don't.
Why don't you just drop us
off at the nearest island?
Then you'd be rid of us.
You know we drive you mad.
I promise.
If I go with her, it'll
be the end of everything.
-Madeira lies two
days behind us.
It's too late to go back.
A tanker.
A tanker!
A tanker has medicine on-board.
-But there's nothing there.
Skipper, look.
There's nothing there.
You've gone mad.
-Help!
-Skipper, no!
SKIPPER: Help!
LOU: No!
Skipper!
-Yes?
Do you know what I
dreamt last night?
That you got married.
But it wasn't a real
wedding in a church.
It-- it was more like a party.
And someone said, hey,
come in the kitchen.
Lou's getting married.
And I laughed and said,
what a load of rubbish.
My best friend would
never marry a cripple.
-Skipper!
-Stupid bitch.
I wouldn't have let
him die, you know.
-You have to help me.
-Me?
-Please, you have to.
-I can't do that.
-Please.
Put on the needle.
Take off the cover.
Take one of those ampules
with the red ring on it.
Take the ring off.
Stick the needle
into the rubber.
Press the air out.
Now pull back the insulin.
Slowly.
That's enough.
Point the syringe outwards,
and press out the insulin
until there's 25
milligrams left.
25.
That's right.
Now, inject the insulin into me.
-Oh, no.
I couldn't do that.
-You have to.
Do it.
Thanks.
[MOANING]
-Lou.
Don't leave me alone.
Please.
-Come here.
-(SINGING) You showed me
the way to reach the moon.
But all too soon.
The sky turned dark and empty.
And I cannot see.
You're leaving me.
Lonely, I wake up and
think of you, you, you.
What can I do, do, do?
These arms that hold you
tight are now forever free.
You're leaving me.
All the tender words you
whispered to me only,
your sweet embrace,
were they all lies?
All I have is you so why
not come and take me?
I cannot bear your leaving me.
You're leaving me.
You're leaving me.
Can't you see the sun don't
shine above without your love.
-Cheers.
-(SINGING) My pain is deep
and endless like the open sea.
You're leaving me.
Memories are drifting through
my mind of a happy time.
-Have a glass of champagne.
SU: (SINGING) I never dreamt
I'd wake up one fine day--
[SCREAM]
-Wh-- wh-- wh--
what have you done?
What have you done?
-What?
Su, what is it?
-Get away from me!
Hello?
This is-- this is
the Bella Donna.
Come help me.
My name is Su.
She-- she murdered him.
She murdered him.
[SINGING]
-Oh god.
Oh god.
[SCREAM]
-Su.
Su?
Su, I can't open the door.
Su?
Open this door.
-Go away!
[SCREAM]
-Why are you staring
at me like that?
SU: Why did you do it?
-What?
-Why did you murder him?
-You said that he
didn't fit in with us.
You know he didn't.
How could he?
He was a man, wasn't he?
-You killed him.
-Look.
Even you said that he
could start the engine,
but he couldn't sail
the boat, right?
You said that he killed Mona.
That he was going
to kill us next.
I think you were right.
-But-- but I wouldn't
have murdered him.
I-- I didn't mean that.
LOU: Shh.
It's all right.
-I didn't mean that.
-Don't upset yourself.
Look here, love.
It's going to be just
the two of us now.
You know, just the Su and Lou
like it always used to be.
What is it?
Don't worry.
Now that the
Skipper's gone, we're
going to go back to just what
we used to always be like.
-You murdered him.
-No, I didn't.
-You murdered him!
-No, I didn't, Su.
-You murdered him!
You murdered him!
You murdered him!
-Don't do that to yourself!
Su!
Don't!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shh.
Stop it, Su.
Shh.
Shut up.
Shh.
Shh.
Just don't shout, all right?
[KETTLE WHISTLE]
[ENDING THEME]