All language subtitles for Moonrise.Kingdom.2012.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.x264.DUAL-alfaHD

In order to show you
how a big symphony orchestra
is put together,

Benjamin Britten has written
a big piece of music,

which is made up
of smaller pieces...

that show you
all the separate parts
of the orchestra.

These smaller pieces
are called variations,

which means different ways
of playing the same tune.

First of all, he lets us hear
the tune, or the theme,

which is a beautiful melody
by the much older
British composer Henry Purcell.

Here is Purcell's theme played
by the whole orchestra together.

Now Mr. Britten lets you hear...

the four different families
of the orchestra...

playing the same Purcell theme
in different ways.

First we hear
the woodwind family--

the flutes, the oboes,
the clarinets and
the bassoons.

Here comes the brass family--

the trumpets, the horns,
the trombones and the tubas.

One to four.

Now Mr. Britten
arranges the Purcell theme...

for the string family--

I'm sick of this rain.

the violins, the violas,
the cellos
and the double basses.

And, of course, the harp.

And finally,
the percussion family--

all those drums and gongs
and things you hit.

After this, you will hear
the theme by Purcell...

played once more
in its original form...

by all four families together--
that is, the whole orchestra.

This is the island
of New Penzance.

Sixteen miles long.

Forested with
old-growth pine and maple.

Crisscrossed by
shallow tidal creeks.

Chickchaw territory.

There are no paved roads, but--

Here comes Jed with the mail.

But instead,
many miles of intersecting
footpaths and dirt trails...

and a ferry that runs
twice daily from Stone Cove.

The year is 1965.

We are on the far edge
of Black Beacon Sound,

famous for the ferocious
and well-documented storm...

which will strike from the east
on the fifth of September--

in three days' time.

Morning, Gadge.
Morning, sir.

Deluca, latrine inspection.

Good.

Roosevelt,
how's that lanyard coming?

Horrible.

Skotak.
What's all this lumber for?

We're building
a tree house.

Where?
Right here.

That's not a safe altitude.
Why is it up so high?

Someone falls from there,
that's a guaranteed death.

Well, where would you
have built it?
Lower.

Nickleby?
What are you doing?

Pest control.
Burning some ants.

Spot check.

Your socks are down,
your shirttails are untucked,

your trousers
are not properly pressed.

You are reported
for a uniform violation.

How many rockets
you up to, Panagle?
Sixteen and a half, sir.

Is that enough for
the Hullabaloo?

Izod, go fetch
another pint of gunpowder
from the armory shed.

Redford, halt!
I saw that.

How fast were you just going?
Safety test, sir.

Come again?
The vehicle appears to be
in good working order.

I'm just checking if--
Reckless cycling.
Second warning.

Next time,
I take away the keys.

Good morning, chef.

Clear!

Who's missing?

Shakusky.

Shakusky, breakfast!

Shakusky, you in there?

Sam?

It's zipped
from the inside.

Jiminy Cricket.
He flew the coop.

Hello. This is
Captain Sharp. Over.

Captain Sharp,
this is Randall Ward
over at Camp Ivanhoe. Over.

Morning, Randy.
What can I do for you? Over.

I'm not sure exactly.
I've got an escaped
Khaki Scout. Over.

What does that mean? Over.

One of my boys seems to have
stolen a miniature canoe
and some fishing tackle,

10 pounds of sundries,
two bedrolls, plus an air rifle
and disappeared.

Over.
Any idea why? Over.

No. He left me a letter
of resignation. Over.

Dear Scout Master Ward,
I am very sad to inform you...

I can no long be involved
with the Khaki Scouts
of North America.

The rest of the troop
will probably be
glad to hear this.

It is not your fault.
Best wishes, Sam Shakusky.

Well, I guess we better
notify his folks. Over.

Okay. Over and out.

Hello, Diane.

Becky, I have
your person to person
from Chesterfield.

Hold the line, please.

Hello.

Hello, sir.
This is Captain Sharp.

Yes, sir.
I received your message.
Thank you very much.

In fact, we've come
to a decision,
as a family,

because this is only
the most recent incident
involving Sam's troubles.

And it's just not fair
to the others,

so unfortunately,
we can't invite him back
at this time.

There's no cause for alarm, sir.
We'll find him.

We're simply notifying you
as a matter of protocol
and so on.

I understand that.
I'm notifying you of
the situation on my end.

I'm confused by that statement.
You can't invite him back?

I'm afraid not.
He's a good boy,
he's got a good heart,

but it's just not fair
to the others, you see?

He's emotionally disturbed.

Am I speaking
with Sam's father?

No, sir.

Sam's parents passed away
a number of years ago.

We're Mr. and Mrs. Billingsley.
We're foster parents.

Sam's been with us
since last June.

Excuse me, sir. This is
Scout Master Ward speaking.

Are you implying that
Sam is an orphan?

Well, it's a known fact.
Of course he is.

Why the hell doesn't it
say so in the register?
Excuse my language.

I don't know.
What register?

We sent him a letter.
It should reach you presently.

Mr. Billingsley,
I've got an escaped
Khaki Scout.

We are notifying you
as a matter of protocol.

You say you can't
invite him back?
You say that he's an orphan?

I don't understand
how that works.

Wh-What am I
supposed to do with him?

That's up to Social Services.
They'll be in touch with you.

They'll look after Sam.
Good luck to you.

You have your orders.

Use the orienteering and
pathfinding skills that you've
been practicing all summer.

Let's find our man,
bring him safely back to camp.

Remember-- This isn't
just a search party.

It's a chance to do
some first-class scouting.
Any questions?

Lazy Eye.
What's your
real job, sir?

I'm a math teacher. Why?
What grade?

Eighth.
You need a Ph.D. for that?

Lazy Eye, no.
But you know what?

We're actually in
the middle of something here,
in case you didn't notice.

One of our scouts is missing,
and that's a crisis.
Anybody else?

Redford.
What if he resists?

Who?
Shakusky. Are we allowed
to use force on him?

No, you're not.
This is a nonviolent
rescue operation.

Your mission is to find him,
not to hurt him
under any circumstances.

Am I making myself
understood?

Yes, sir.

Good.

I'm gonna change
my answer, in fact.

This is my real job.
Scout Master, Troop 55.

A math teacher
on the side.

Be leery out there.
Okay?

Now let's get started.
Who's got Snoopy?

Right here.

Give him the scent.

I heard he ran away
because his family died.

I heard he never had any family
in the first place.

That's probably why he's crazy.

I'll tell you one thing.
If we find him,

I'm not gonna be the one
who forgot to bring a weapon.

Me neither.

Camp Ivanhoe?
That's all the way across
the other side of the island.

You really think
a 12-year-old boy could row
this far in a miniature canoe?

Most likely not.
It is possible, counselor.

I disagree, counselor.
It would take him
three days at least.

I don't think so.
Two days maximum.
I'm not gonna argue about it.

Be that as it may,
will you let me know
if you see anything unusual?

Scout Master's log,
September 2.

First day of search party
for Sam Shakusky.

Morale is extremely low,
in part, I suppose,

because Sam is the least
popular scout in the troop.

By a significant margin.

I'm confused
and I'm worried.

Please let us
find him tomorrow.

Please don't let him
fall off a cliff or...

drown in a goddamn lake
or something.

Terrible day
at Camp Ivanhoe.

Let's hope
tomorrow's better.

What kind of bird are you?

I'm a sparrow.
She's a dove--
No.

I said,
"What kind of bird are you?"

I'm a raven.

Boys aren't
allowed in here.

I'll be leaving soon.

What happened to your hand?

I got hit in the mirror.

Really? How did that happen?

I lost my temper at myself.

What's your name?
Sam. What's yours?

I'm Suzy.

It's not polite
to stare.

Birds, ready.
Who are you?

Where did you come from?
Go back to your seat.

Wait!

He likes you.

Were you followed?

I doubt it.
Good.

Is that a cat in there?

Can you read a map?
Uh-huh.

I do cartography.

I feel
we should go halfway today
and halfway tomorrow,

since you're
a less experienced hiker...

and you're wearing
Sunday school shoes.

They're not really
Sunday school shoes--
Here.

Oh. Thank you.

Here's where we are
right now.

I'd like to pitch camp
here by 1600,
which means 4:00.

How's that sound?
Fine.

You want
some beef jerky?
Okay.

Let's go.

Are you thirsty?
No, thank you.

Well, if your throat
gets parched,

stick a pebble
in your mouth
and suck on it.

You can quench your thirst
with the spit, supposedly.

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes I stick leaves
on my hair.
Helps cool your head down.

Mmm. That's a good idea.

It might also help
if you didn't wear a fur hat.

Yeah. True.

You can go ahead.

Be careful.

Here's a trick.
Throw pine needles
in the air,

and you can see which direction
the wind is blowing.

Which way?
Uh--

I guess it doesn't
really matter, just as long
as we cover our tracks.

You smell like perfume.

Oh. It's my mother's.

Hmm.

I brought water too.

You wait here.
Okay.

Be right back.

Shh.

Watch your head!

Where the hell is it?

Found it.

It's ready.

He knows
someone's watching him.

I agree. Wait.

Why do you say that?

Hmm. I don't know.
I just think he can feel us.

Follow me.

How strong
of a swimmer are you?

Pretty good. I broke our school
record for the backstroke.

Okay. Well, I'm not
that strong of a swimmer,
so I wear a life preserver.

Watch out for turtles.

They'll bite you if you put
your fingers in their mouths.
Okay.

Let me see
if I can catch this one.

Feel something.

Aha.

Hmm.

Somebody wrote on him.

Stick's--
The stick's moving.

You got one!

Fish on hook!
Reel him in, slowly.

Mmm. Hmm.

Very good. You know
a lot about camping,
don't you?

I'm a Khaki Scout.
It's what I'm trained for.

Well, anyway, I used to be.

Maybe we can feed your cat
the guts and eyeballs.

Oh. That's okay.
He only eats kitten food.

Huh. What else
did you bring?

Maybe we can
make an inventory.

Oh. Okay.

Go ahead.

This is my record player.
It works with batteries.

Well, actually, it belongs
to my little brother Lionel.

I left him a note.
Okay.

Do you like music?
Yeah.

This is
my favorite record album.

My godmother gave it to me
for my birthday.

She lives in France.

Okay.

These are my books.
I like stories
with magic powers in them,

either in kingdoms on Earth
or on foreign planets.

Usually I prefer a girl hero,
but not always.

I couldn't bring them all
because it got too heavy.

You can borrow any you want.
Thank you.

I also brought
my lefty scissors,
'cause I'm left-handed,

some rubber bands, extra
batteries, my toothbrush...

and my binoculars,
as you know.
Yeah.

I forgot my comb,
but I'll use my fingers.

Huh.

Wait. These are
all library books.

In my school,
you're only allowed
to check out one at a time.

Some of these
are gonna be overdue.

Do you steal?

Why? You're not poor.

I might turn some of them
back in one day.

I haven't decided yet.

I know it's bad.
I think I just took them
to have a secret to keep.

Anyway, for some reason,
it makes me feel
in a better mood sometimes.

Are you depressed?

How come?
Well, I can show you
an example, if you'd like,

but it doesn't
make me feel very good.

Anyway, I found this
on top of our refrigerator.

D-Does that mean you?

I think so.

Are you laughing?

It's not funny.

You really know
how to make friends.

I'm sorry.

Oh. It's okay.

I'm on your side.

I know.

Thank you.

Which one's the best?

"His eyes downcast,
his kingdom in ruins,

Mynar pressed his heavy paw
through the rippling surface
of the cool shallows...

and down to its stone floor.

'My people once were led
by a great and noble beast,

and I no longer see
his face in this reflection.'"

"Meanwhile,
on the Plains of Tabitha,
Francine rested.

There would be
another time for war."

Suzy, dinner.
I'm not gonna say it again.

Where's your sister?
I don't know,

but she borrowed
my record player
for 10 days without asking.

What does that mean?

Dear Lionel, I need to use
your record player.

I will give it back
in 10 days or less.
Do not tell Mom or Dad.

I will replace the batteries
when I return.

Signed, Suzy Bishop.

Walt.
Where the hell are you?

I'm right here.
Why are you cursing at me?

Does it concern you
that your daughter's
just run away from home?

That's a loaded question.

Come down and read this.

Scout Master Ward confirms
they've had no luck.

They're going home for--

Who's there?

Good evening.

Sorry to startle you.

What are you doing here?
Nobody called the police.

I know. Uh, I know.

The search party's
not over yet.

In other words--
Suzy's missing too.
Go find her.

The tropical cyclone,
which originated last week...

off the coast
of British Honduras,
has intensified rapidly...

and is now designated
Hurricane Maybelline.

Stay tuned
for further information.

How can we help her?

She's got so many problems.

It's getting worse.

Whose fault is it?
I don't know.

But just for the record,
95% of all runaways...

return home within
the first six hours.

Doesn't do you
any good right now.
It's just a statistic.

In all likelihood, Suzy's
probably hiding in the closet
at her best friend's house,

playing Chinese checkers
at this very moment
as we speak.

She doesn't have any friends.

How's Laura?

"How's Laura?"
Mrs. Bishop, I mean.

I don't understand.

Is she upset?

Weather and--

She has a pen pal.

It's very intimate.
They planned this together.

Sam Shakusky. That's
my escaped Khaki Scout.
His family died.

Holy Christ.
What am I looking at?

He does watercolors.
Mostly landscapes,
but a few nudes.

She sit for this?
What's he say?

Dear Suzy,
You have a superb voice.

You were my favorite animal
in the program by far.
Please find enclosed--

Dear Sam,
Thank you very much.

I got replaced as the raven
because I yelled at Mrs. Lynn.

After that,
I was only a blue jay, but--

Dear Suzy,
I'm sorry that your brothers
are so selfish.

Maybe they will grow out of it.

Sometimes people do things
without knowing
the reasons for--

Dear Sam,
You are an excellent painter,

especially trees
and telephone poles.

Is the girl in the water
supposed to be me?
My favorite color is--

Dear Suzy,
I accidentally built a fire
while I was sleepwalking.

I have no memory of this,
but my foster parents
think I am lying.

Unfortunately, it is--

Dear Sam,
I am in trouble again...

because I threw a rock
through the window.

My mother still has
glass in her hair. Also--

Dear Suzy,
I have been trying very hard
to make friends,

but I feel people
do not like my personality.

In fact, I can understand
why they might not--

Dear Sam,
Now I am getting suspended...

because I got
in a fight with Molly.

She says I go berserk.
Our principal is against me.
Why do some--

Dear Suzy,
I know your parents
hurt your feelings,

but they still love you.

That is more important.
If they--

Dear Sam,
I do think you should think of
their faces every day,

even if it makes you sad.

It is too bad they did not
leave you more pictures
of themselves. Can you--

Dear Suzy,
Here is my plan.

Dear Sam,
My answer is yes.

Dear Suzy,
When?

Dear Sam,
Where?

Dear Suzy,
Walk 400 yards
due north from your house...

to the dirt path which has not
got any name on it.

Turn right
and follow to the end.

I will meet you in the meadow.

Gee whiz.
What do you suppose
happened to him?

I'm not sure.
I think he went
searching in the dark.

She stole the batteries
out of my flashlight.

Stole the batteries
out of the flashlight.

I think he's onto us.
Of course he is.

"Of course he is"?
Of course he is.

Why aren't we
worried about that?

I am.
Well, I didn't know.

Or anyway-- Thought
maybe I was wrong.

Did you hit him?
No. He fell in a ditch.

Hey! Cat food.

I think it's a clue.

That's her.

Where's he going?
I don't know.

All right.
We know they're together.

We know they're within
a certain radius of this spot.

I'm declaring a case
with the county right now.

Until help arrives,
I'm deputizing the little guy,
the skinny one...

and the boy with the patch
on his eye to come with me
in the station wagon.

Randy, you drop in
and head upriver
with the rest of your troops,

split up on foot.

Becky, call Jed.

Tell him to circle over
this end of the island
and fly low.

Is it them?
Yeah.

They found
the campfire.
Rats!

I should have put
more pine needles on it.

Let's go.

Be careful.

What do you creeps want?

We're looking for you.

Why?

Well, because you're a fugitive.

No, I'm not.
I quit the Khaki Scouts.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway.
You don't have that authority.
We've been deputized.

Now are you gonna
come along peacefully or not?

Listen to some reason.
I don't like you.
You don't like me.

So why don't you just
let us disappear?

Well, it's tempting,
but we can't allow it.

You know, you shouldn't
be friends with him.

Why not?

Because he's crazy.

Maybe you just don't know him.

Actually, we know him
a lot better than you.

He's emotionally disturbed
because his family died.

Nickleby, tie him up.
Huh!

Do not cross...
this... stick.

You're doomed, Shakusky.

Molly's right.
I do go berserk.

It was him or us.

Oh, no.

She stabbed Redford in the back
with lefty scissors.

Repeat that, please. Over.

Puncture wound,
lower lumbar.

Make room
for a stretcher
in the cockpit.

You're gonna be okay.
Thank goodness
she missed the artery.

Here. Bite on this.

I tried to chop him,
but he dodged
my tomahawk.

He's got excellent
marksmanship.
Shot Deluca in both arms.

I guess we're gonna miss
the Hullabaloo after all.

Where's Snoopy?

Those sons of bitches.

They got him
right through the neck.

Was he a good dog?

Who's to say?

But he didn't
deserve to die.

What happened?
Who is that?

Clear the dock, Edgar!
Why is he bleeding?

Is Suzy with you?
No. She's in the woods
with Shakusky.

Where am I going?
The infirmary at Fort Lebanon.

We'll be right behind you.
You got it?
Yup.

Warm up the motor.
I'll be right back.
Hold it right there!

You're not leaving
this island.

Our daughter has been abducted
by one of these beige lunatics.

Walt, it's very clear.
The two of them conspired
in this together.

Don't worry, Mr. Bishop.
She'll be safe. Sam's got
excellent wilderness skills.

Why can't you control
your scouts?

W-- I'm--
I'm trying.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey!

Stop it. Stop it.
No. Stop it.

I do blame him,
but I also blame myself
and both of you.

With all due respect,
you can't let your children
stab people.

What are you talking about?

She's violent, Mrs. Bishop.
It's assault.

Are you a lawyer?

No, I'm not a lawyer.
Well, we are.

Take your hands off my wife!
Take 'em off!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me, Captain Sharp!

As some of you know,
I taught Sam for the Cartography
accomplishment button.

He's a smart boy, and he
expressed a keen interest...

in the history of the island's
indigenous peoples.

In particular,
I recall his fascination
with the idea of retracing...

the original path
of the old Chickchaw
harvest migration.

What I'm getting at is this.

I think I know
where they're going.

On to the birdhouse, where
every kind of bird imaginable...

is whirling
and wheeling around.

This is our land!

Yes, it is!

Whoo!

Run!

Let's jump!

On three!

One, two, three!

Now Saint-Saëns turns to a very
peculiar animal indeed...

called the pianist.

Any of you who have ever
had to sweat through
piano exercises...

will sympathize with
these animals, I'm sure.

I like it here,
but I don't like the name.

Me neither.
Mile 3.25 Tidal Inlet.

It's got no ring to it.

Let's change it.
What should it be?

Let me think
for a minute.

I made you some jewelry.

Are your ears pierced?

It's pretty.

Do the other one.

Why do you always
use binoculars?

Mmm--

It helps me
see things closer,

even if they're not
very far away.

I pretend
it's my magic power.

Hmm. That sounds like poetry.

Poems don't always
have to rhyme, you know.

They're just
supposed to be creative.

So, what do you want to be
when you grow up?

I don't know.

I want to go on adventures,
I think, not get stuck
in one place.

How about you?

Go on adventures too.
Not get stuck too.

Anyway, we can't
predict the exact future.

That's true.

It's possible I may
wet the bed, by the way.
Later, I mean.

Okay.

I wish I didn't
have to mention it,
but just in case.

I don't want to
make you be offended.

Of course I won't.

What's that one for?

This?
Yeah.

It's not
an accomplishment button.

I inherited it
from my mother.

It's not actually meant
for a male to wear,
but I don't give a damn.

Are your foster parents
still mad at you...

for getting in trouble
so much?

I don't think so.

We're starting to get to know
each other better.

I feel we're
in a real family now.

Not like yours,
but similar to one.

I always wished
I was an orphan.

Most of my favorite
characters are.

I think your lives
are more special.

I love you, but you don't know
what you're talking about.

I love you too.

I got sand in my mouth.

Oh.

Uh-- Can you French kiss?

I think so. Is there
any secret to it?

The tongues
touch each other.

Okay. Let's try it.

It feels hard.

Do you mind?

I like it.

Tilt your head sideways.

You can touch my chest.

I-- I think
they're gonna grow more.

"The flashlight's beam
drew a moon through the black
across the attic...

and settled on a gap
in the baseboard--

a mouse hole, no bigger
than a pocket watch.

Eric crouched on his flat feet
and placed his hand in front
of the tiny opening.

'It's windy,' he said,
'like someone in there's
blowing on my fingers.'

Christy rolled her eyes
and sighed a sigh.

'He's right again,'
she thought.

'Little brothers
drive people crazy.'"

I'm listening.
Read on.

"Part Two."

Dear Sam,

It saddens me
to write this letter,

but Mrs. Billingsley and I
have decided we cannot permit
you to return to our home.

I know you mean well.

Do trust me.
This is for the best.

Godspeed,
Herbert Billingsley.

Be advised--

the two of you will never
see each other again.

Those were your last words.

Do you understand?

I'd be careful
if I were you.

One of these days, somebody's
gonna get pushed too far,

and who knows
what they're capable of.

Is that a threat?

It's a warning.

You're a traitor
to our family.
Good. I want to be.

I'm sorry about this.

I didn't know
your situation.

It wasn't
in the register.

How'd you lose
your parents?

Never mind.
I-- I don't need
to ask about that.

I wish we had time to do
an inspection back there.

On the beach.

I would have given you
a "commendable."

That was one of
the best-pitched campsites
I've ever seen.

Honestly.
Thank you.

You don't want to be
a Khaki Scout anymore?

Hello. Becky?

Judy? I have
your person-to-person
from New Penzance.

Go ahead, New Penzance.

Hello.
This is Captain Sharp.

Hello, Captain Sharp.
This is Social Services.

I'm calling in reference
to Sam Shakusky,
ward of the state.

I understand he's
in your custody.
That's correct.

What's his condition?
Has he suffered any injury
or trauma of any kind?

He's fine.
Very good.

How do I get to you?
The fastest way
would be seaplane.

Jed can bring you in
with the mail.

I'll come tomorrow morning,
if that's acceptable to you.

Is someone able to provide
reasonable care and nourishment
for the boy until that time?

Uh-huh.

Is that a yes?

Uh-huh.

Very good.
I'll contact you again
before the end of the day.

Wait a second.
Yes?

Social Services?
Captain Sharp?

What's gonna
happen to him?

Well, normally,
we'd try to place him
in another foster home,

but that option's
no longer available to us,
in my opinion,

due to his case history,

which means he'll go
to Juvenile Refuge.

Wait.
What does that mean?
Is that an orphanage?

Who is speaking?

This is
Scout Master Randy Ward.

Right. An orphanage.

But the first step is...

the admissions panel requires
a psychological evaluation...

to determine whether or not
the boy is a candidate for
institutional treatment...

or electroshock therapy.

Excuse me. Shock therapy?
Why would that be called for?

He's not violent.

The report describes
an assault with scissors.

That was the girl!
That was the girl
that did that.

Well, maybe
she needs help too,
but that's not our job.

Okay?

Okay.

I'll be out back.

I'm going to find a tree
to chop down.

I do know what you're
feeling, Suzy-bean.

I've had moments myself
where I say,

"What am I doing here?
Who made this decision?

How could I allow myself
to do something so stupid?

And why is it
still happening?"

We women
are more emotional.

I hate you.

Don't say "hate."
Why not? I mean it.

You think you mean it
in this moment.

You're trying
to hurt me.

Exactly.

I know what you do with
that sad, dumb policeman.

He's not dumb.

But I guess
he is kind of sad.

Anyway, we shouldn't
discuss that.

It's not appropriate
for me to even acknowledge
what I already just said.

Poor Suzy.

Why is everything
so hard for you?

We're in love.

We just want
to be together.

What's wrong with that?

Oh, my God.

How are we going to get
these fishhooks out?

I admit we knew
we'd get in trouble.
That part's true.

We knew people
would be worried,
and we still ran away anyway.

But something also happened
which we didn't do on purpose.

When we first met each other,
something happened to us.

That's very eloquent.

I can't argue against
anything you're saying.

But then again, I don't have to
'cause you're 12 years old.

Look, let's face it.

You're probably
a much more intelligent
person than I am.

In fact,
I guarantee it.

But even smart kids stick
their finger in electrical
sockets sometimes.

It takes time
to figure things out.

It's been proven
by history--

all mankind
makes mistakes.

It's our job to try
to protect you from
making the dangerous ones,

if we can.

You want a slug?

What's your rush?

You got your whole life
in front of yourself.

Ahead of you, I mean.

Maybe so. Anyway,
you're a bachelor.

So are you.
That's true.

Did you love someone ever?

Yes, I did.

What happened?

She didn't love me back.

Ah.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Anyway, that's what
you're supposed to say.

Scout Master's Log,
September 4.

I heard he's going
to reform school.

I heard that they're gonna
take out a piece of his brain,
send him to an insane asylum.

I like his girl.
She's too scruffy for me.

Supposedly,
they got to third base.
That's not true.

He just felt her up.
Over shirt or under shirt?

Damn us.

It's none of our business.

This troop has been very shabby
to Field Mate Sam Shakusky.

In fact, we've been
a bunch of mean jerks!

Why's he so unpopular?

I admit, supposedly,
he's emotionally disturbed,

but he's also
a disadvantaged orphan.

How would you feel?
Nickleby?

Deluca?

Lazy Eye?

Gadge?

He's a fellow Khaki Scout,
and he needs our help.

Are we man enough
to give that...

so part of his brain doesn't
get removed out of him?

They were prepared to die
for each other out there.

Okay. Okay.

What do you need?
For starters--

three yards of chicken wire,
some ripped-up newspapers
and a bucket of wheat paste.

In other words, it's over.

I guess so.
For the moment.

Until further notice.

That's right.
I understand.

I have to do better,
for everybody.

Except me.

Except you.

Well, I hope you can.

I think you will.

You're doing
the right thing.

Who knows what's
gonna happen, Duffy?

I'll probably
see you tomorrow.

Shh.

Get out of my chimney.

Listen to me.
We're here for friendship.

We're gonna get you
off this island.

No, thanks.
Yes, thanks.

This is
an emergency rescue.

It's worthless to me.
There's no point,
not without Suzy.

How'd you get here?

They snuck me down
the laundry chute and left
a papier mâché dummy in my bed.

Hmm. Diversion tactics.
Good thinking.

Fort Lebanon.

My cousin Ben runs the
supply and resources outpost
for the Hullabaloo.

He's a Falcon Scout,
Legionnaire.

Cousin Ben'll know
what to do.

Can we trust him?

Normally, I'd say no.

Did you leave another note
for Lionel?

Not this time.
He can't keep his trap shut.

Besides, I'll probably
never see him again.
True.

This is the island
of St. Jack Wood,

extending far north
from Land's End along
the deep water channel...

that leads to Broken Rock.

A low floodplain
separates the beach from
the township above--

a small but prosperous
community.

The barometer reads
28 inches and dropping.

Strong winds,
as you can see,
already at 22 knots.

The time
is now 4:35 a.m.

Did you file the motion
for continuance?

Peabody vs. Henderson?

It was sustained.
Good.

Did the judge consider
your application for leniency?

Rogers vs. Yentob?
He granted it.

Great.

I'm sorry, Walt.

It's not your fault.

Which injuries
are you apologizing for?

Specifically.
Specifically?

Whichever ones
still hurt.

Half of those
were self-inflicted.

I hope the roof flies off
and I get sucked up into space.

You'll be better off
without me.

Stop feeling sorry
for yourself.

Why?

We're all they've got, Walt.

That's not enough.

"'But I'm not going,'
said Barnaby Jack.

'I'm running away tonight
for good, and this time
I won't get caught.'

Annabelle whispered,
'I'm coming with you.'

Her yellow hair,
now brown at the roots,

caught up in the wind
and danced.

Barnaby Jack
took Annabelle's hand...

and pressed something into it
the size of a jellybean.

'Hide this in your socks,
and be ready at midnight.'"

Continue.

Keep going.
Keep going. Go on.

We're listening.

"He leapt out the window
and landed in the
fresh-fallen snow."

Where's my record player?

You're not gonna
believe this one, sir.

That scout master
on New Penzance...

has now lost
his entire troop.

Well, I'll be damned.

Who is this bimbo?
Couldn't say, sir.

I'll be right back.

There's a broken
gum ball machine
right behind the snack tent.

I don't care how they do it
where you come from.

You want pop?
You want candy?
You want a snake-bite kit?

Get some money.
Cousin Ben?

Come back
in five minutes.

Is this him?
Field Mate Sam Shakusky,
Troop 55, resigned.

He's hot.
Almost too hot.
What's in the can?

Seventy-six dollars,
but it's mostly in nickels.
Give it to me.

You badge
in Seamanship?
Yes, sir.

Good.
There's a cold-water crabber
moored off Broken Rock.

The skipper
owes me an I.O.U.

We'll see if he
can take you on
as a claw cracker.

It won't be an easy life,
but it's better
than shock therapy.

Thank you, sir. By the way,
where's the chapel tent?

Back there,
but the padre's home
with the mumps.

Why do you ask?
I want to bring my wife.

But we're not
married yet.

You his girl?
Yeah.

Technically,
I'm a civil-law
scrivener.

I'm authorized
to declare births,
deaths and marriages.

You're kind of young.
You got a license?

No.

I can't offer you
a legally binding union.

It won't hold up in the state,
the county or, frankly,
any courtroom in the world...

due to your age,
lack of a license and failure
to get parental consent.

But the ritual does carry
a very important moral weight
within yourselves.

You can't enter
into this lightly.

Look into my eyes.

Do you love each other?
Yes, we do.

Think about what I'm saying.
Are you sure you're
ready for this?

Yes, we are.
They're not
listening to me.

Let me rephrase it.
We're in a hurry.

Are you chewing--
Spit out the gum, sister.

In fact, everybody.

I don't like
the snappy attitude.

This is the most
important decision
you've made in your lives.

Go over by that trampoline
and talk it through before you
give me another quick answer.

We're sure.
Okay. Let's do
a blood test.

Under the eye of God
and within the boundaries
of this local jurisdiction,

which we hereby consecrate
on this day, the 5th
of September, 1965.

That's the end
of the short form.

Do any of the witnesses
have objections or remarks?
Usually, they don't.

Skotak?
Can we loan them
the nickels?

I'm worried
about their future.
That's my fee.

What do you think?
I don't know.

What'd I just say?
That's my fee.
I'm keeping the nickels.

Okay. They can have
the tennis ball can.

Sign here.
Initial here and here.

Take the carbon.
Leave the Bible.

Let's go.

Where are they
going again?

He's gonna go
work on a shrimper,
if I understand correctly.

I wish them well.
Me too. Me too.

I think they're
coming back.

Be quick, sailor!
What happened?

She left her binoculars
on a hook in the chapel tent.

Just leave 'em.
We can't.

It's her magic power!

You killed your dog,
by the way.

Snoopy?
Mm-hmm.

Well, it couldn't
be helped.

Why do you consider me
your enemy?

Because your girlfriend
stabbed me in the back
with lefty scissors.

She's my wife now.

Congratulations.

Thank you.
But I'm saying before that.
Six weeks ago.

From day one.

Why don't you like me?

Why should I?

Nobody else does.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow! My God! He's here!
The fugitive! Stop him!

Stop him!

On this spot,
I'll fight no more forever.

Come and get me,
you bastards!

I'm okay.

Follow me.

Come on!

Come on!
Let's go!

Captain Sharp,
we've located
the missing troop.

They just fled camp.
We're in pursuit.

They were accompanied by
a 12-year-old girl in kneesocks
and Sunday school shoes.

Stand by,
Commander Pierce.

Jed, reroute
to St. Jack Wood.

Tell Social Services
the boy's at Fort Lebanon.
Roger that. Will comply.

Notify the Bishops
Suzy's there.

Randy, you monitoring?
Affirmative!

I'm on my way.

Hello?
Hello, Mr. Bishop?

Oh, dear God.
Get the boys!

Let's go! Right now!

Tower control, this is Jed.

Confirm coordinates
for new destination:
alpha-two-two-seven-one-fiver.

Looking pretty soupy
up here.

Wouldn't mind settin' down
before the pot boils over.

Hang on,
Social Services.

Once again, storm waters
have just breached the dam
at Black Beacon Reservoir.

A flash-flood alert
is in effect.
Take immediate precautions.

That's coming our way.

Did you find them?

Prepare to mobilize
to higher ground.

St. Jack Church
is the designated
storm shelter.

Notify all scouts
to muster outside my tent
on the double.

Attention, company!

Prepare for emer--

Who's that?

You call yourself
a Khaki Scout?

Sorry, sir?

Where's your goddamn troop,
you son of a bitch?

You don't have 'em?

They could get killed
out there!

I'm fieldstripping you
of your command.

Attention, company!

Prepare for
emergency evacuation!

Sir, do you have
your medicine?

I'll be right back.

Hold your positions!

Company secretary,
status report!

All accounted for,
Scout Master!

Okay, boys.
We're going to make
a run for it.

Fall in. Let's move!

Come on. Follow me!

Who's in charge here?

Randy, what happened?
Take the commander
off me!

Suzy?

Suzy! Sam!

They ran away again.

We gotta go back out there.
I need volunteers.

You. Okay,
and you and you.

You?
Are you all right?

Of course I am.

Where's the boy?

We don't know yet.

That's not acceptable.

What do you
want me to say, lady?

Somebody get Jed
a cup of coffee.

You're Captain Sharp.
That's correct.

I'm Social Services.
I remanded the boy into
your personal custody.

You're responsible
for his safety.

I'm told he's just
been struck by lightning.

That's the first
I've heard of it.
It's true.

Scout Master Ward,
I presume.
Yes, ma'am.

Your reputation
precedes you.

You two are the most
appallingly incompetent
custodial guardians...

Social Services has ever had
the misfortune to encounter
in a 27-year career.

What do you have to say
for yourselves?

You can't do this.
They'll eat him alive
in there.

Where?
What's the name
of the place again?

Juvenile Refuge.

Sounds like jail.

Just find the boy
and deliver him
to Social Services.

Nothing else
is in your power.

I'm sorry.
Can we get back
to the rescue now?

Suzy is still out there.
Who are you?

Walt and Laura Bishop.
Their daughter's
the missing girl.

The parents of the stabber?
I object to that description.
She was attacked.

Excuse me!
I want the details
about that.

Where's the scout
she knifed?
Right here.

Field Mate Redford, sir.
What's his condition?

He may suffer some limited
chronic kidney insufficiency.
Here's the report.

We don't have time for that!
She's right.

Let's go.

Nobody's going anywhere.

He's not getting
shock therapy.

That's it!
I am citing you
for gross misconduct!

You are hereby
summoned to appear--
I'm writing you up back!

Be notified
that you stand accused
of mistreatment--

What are you talking about?
I won't let you do it!

Look!

They're gone.
Who?

Suzy?
Sam!

They're here?
Yes.

Where'd they go?
Answer me!

Halt!
Stop!

Stay there.

Wait. Take these!

Where are you going?
What are you doing?

Come down!

Social Services,
do you read me?
Over.

We might have to
swim for it.

How deep is it?
I didn't bring
my life jacket.

I don't know,
but if it's too shallow,
we'll break our necks anyway.

Hang on to me.

Okay.

No, I'm not married,
but I'm a police officer.

Application denied.
I'm sorry.

I cannot
authorize that.
Over.

Counselor,
what's the legal
perspective? Over.

In this state?
I would litigate
with extreme confidence.

I concur.

Open with Article 15
of the codes
of civic jurisdiction.

"No party,
under any circumstances,

shall be denied due
and proper consideration...

without prejudice
in perpetuity."

On three again.

Wait.

Just in case this is a suicide
or they capture us...

and we never see
each other again anymore,

I just want to say,
thank you for marrying me.

I'm glad I got
to know you, Suzy.

I think you've still
got lightning in you.

Let's jump.

No! Goddamn it!

Tell him. Over.

Captain Sharp is offering
to assume the responsibility
of foster parenthood.

He wants you
to live with him!

Is this acceptable to you,
Mr. Shakusky?

What do you think, pal?

We're coming down.
Over and out.

They're coming down.
Over and--

Don't let go.

The Black Beacon storm
was considered...

by the U.S. Department
of Inclement Weather...

to be the region's
most destructive
meteorological event...

of the second half
of the 20th century.

It lingered through
six high tides...

and inundated
the islands...

with punishing winds
and extreme high waters.

On St. Jack Wood,
powerful surges broke
the arcade boardwalk...

and demolished
the village bandstand
and casino.

Scout Master's Log,
October 10.

Uh, reconstruction continues
increasingly ahead of schedule,

which I attribute to
a particularly robust
esprit de corps among the troop.

The latrine, however,
does continue to present--

Excuse me, sir.
You've got the new recruit?

Yes, sir.

What's his rank?
He doesn't have one.

Pigeon Scout!
Let's get him a patch.

The coastal areas
of New Penzance were battered
and changed forever.

sixty-three inches.

Mile 3.25 tidal inlet
was erased from the map.

But harvest yields
the following autumn...

far exceeded
any previously recorded,

and the quality
of the crops...

was said
to be extraordinary.

So, you see, the composer
Benjamin Britten...

has taken
the whole orchestra apart.

Now he puts it
back together again
in a fugue.

The instruments come in
one after another...

in the same order as before,
beginning with the piccolo.

And at the end,
when all the instruments
have finally come in--

Suzy, Lionel, Murray, Rudy,
dinner!

Don't make us ask twice!

Now we will demonstrate
the orchestration...

of Mr. Desplat's
musical suite.

A little electronic metronome
sets the time.

First a harp.
♪ [ Harp ]

Next, pizzicato cellos.

And piccolo.
♪ [ Piccolo ]

Electric guitar.
♪ [ Guitar ]

Ukulele.
♪ [ Ukulele ]

Classical guitar.
♪ [ Guitar ]

Banjo.
♪ [ Banjo ]

Then woodblocks.

And two more harps.
♪ [ Harps ]

Celeste.
♪ [ Celeste ]

Bowed vibraphone.
♪ [ Vibraphone ]

Pizzicato violins.
♪ [ Violins ]

And double bass.
♪ [ Double Bass ]

Tubular bells.
♪ [ Bells ]

The ride cymbal.
♪ [ Cymbal ]

Piatti.

Gran casa.
♪ [ Low Drums ]

Timpani!

Sixteen
baritone bass singers.

Xylophone.
♪ [ Xylophone ]

Bassoons.

Tenor sax.
♪ [ Tenor Sax ]

Triangle.
♪ [ Triangle ]

Thank you very much
for listening.