The Shipping News Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Shipping News Script





Ain't got all day.



Dad, I can't.



Ain't got all day, boy.



Come on, boy.






You can do it.



Come on...



Let me see you

move your arms.



Kick your legs.



You can do it.



Come on!



You're not trying!



Nobody's gonna make

it easy for you!



It's up to you!



I used to imagine



that I'd been given

to the wrong family at birth



and that somewhere

in the world



my real people longed for me.



From where my father stood



my failure to dog-paddle



was only the first

of many failures.



Failure to speak clearly.



Failure to sit up straight.



Failure to make friends

every time we moved



to another dreary upstate town.



In me, my father recognized

a failed life...



his own.



When I got admitted

to the junior college



my father figured

it was a clerical error.



When I dropped out

a year later



he wasn't surprised.









Job not stimulating

enough for you?



No. I mean, yes.



I mean...



This is the best work

I've ever had.



I stumbled into adulthood



learning to separate

my feelings from my life...



counting on nothing.



I got used to being invisible.



Until... someone noticed me.



I'm sick of this shit!



Where you going, Petal?



Let's go.



Wake up! Go!



What's your name?






Are you all right?



I'm starving, Quoyle.

Aren't you?



I sell burglar alarms.






That-that must be

interesting work.



I'm an ink setter.



I work for

the Poughkeepsie News.



You haven't touched

your food.






So, what do you think?



You want to marry

me, don't you?






It's  :  .



I think I'm gonna fuck you

by   :  .



What do you think of that?



Oh, my God.



That was the

biggest one yet.



Yeah... I'm always hungry

after I get laid.



I guess 'cause I... I burn up

so many calories.



You live in a

dump, Quoyle.



I love you.






I love you.



Nibble, nibble



Little mouse.



What'd the

doctor say?



If I end up with stretch marks,

sue his ass.



Yeah, but, Petal, Petal,

is everything okay?



Petal? Petal?



Petal, you're the only

woman I've ever loved.



You're-you're the only one.



Mm-hmm... how do you make

an Alabama Slamma?



Where are you, sweetheart?



Alabama, that's the point.



Look, look up the recipe.



It's on the fridge

where I keep the Mr. Boston.



If you come home,

I'll make one for you.



Oh, Christ, never mind.



I'll have a vodka.



Oh, oh, it's okay,

Bunny, honey.



Oh, I know...



All right, baby.



Has your friend gone?



My "friend."



Oh, shit.



Don't do that!

Don't touch me.



Stop doing stuff...



creeping around, cleaning up.






it's no good.



Find yourself

a girlfriend.



I don't want a girlfriend;

I want you.



Your funeral.



Listen, you going

to be home for dinner?



Don't expect me.



- Bunny's missed you, and...

- Hey, Petal.



Hey, Bunny Rabbit.



Petal's got to run.



That's so pretty.



Here. So's that.









Oh, shit!






That's okay.



Hi, this message

is for Daniel Smith



confirming your appointment

with Dr. Davis today at noon.




This is your father.



Lost your home number.



It's time for your mother and I

to put an end to it.



I left instructions

with the undertaker...



Dayton & Sons.



Told them to notify my sister,

Agnis Hamm.



Not much of a life.



Nobody gave me nothing.



Other men would've given up

and turned into bums



but I didn't.



I went without

so you could have advantages.



Not that you done anything

with them.



What, were they sick

or something?



Oh, come on.



They must've left something.



What's their house worth?



No, Petal,

the bank is taking it.



There's nothing left.



There were medical bills,

and funeral costs, and...



It's all gone, honey.



You wanna marry me,

don't you?



I won't have

to go to school?



It's an adventure.



Who goes to school

when they're on an adventure?



Is Daddy coming?



No. Daddy is boring.



Daddy's boring?



Mm-hmm. That's right.



You're a very clever girl.



There's Frank.

Come on, he's waitin'.



Hey, big guy!






Hey, hey, hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!



What about my pay?!



What about my pay?



You owe me for three weeks.



Yes, Quoyle.









She didn't leave me



a message or anything...

a note somewhere?



Only for you to pay me.



What? Uh, yeah, Bunny.



Bunny. Yes, that's,

that's her name.



She's, uh, six years old.



And Petal. Petal, yes...



Agnis Hamm.




of Guy Quoyle.



I'm your aunt.



This is a really bad time.



So I heard.



I'm here to visit

his ashes.



No, I mean this is

a really, really bad time.



She's never done anything

like this.



I mean, she's

walked out before



but she's never,

never taken Bunny.



I don't understand.



The potato chips

won't do you any good.



- Drink your tea.

- Huh?



Tea's a good drink.

Keep you going.



Do you think maybe you could

stick around for awhile?



Sorry, just passing through.



On my way to Newfoundland,

where our people come from.



You ever been there, nephew?



Only I want to say

farewell to Guy first



if you'll tell me

where he is.



Oh. Uh, sorry.



He's the one

on the left.



Petal, hello!

Is that you? Hello?



Mr. Quoyle?



Oh. Uh, yes, it is.



This is Investigator Danzig

from the New York State Police.



Oh, Jesus, have you found 'em?



- Yes, sir.

- Yeah?



Ow! Jesus!



Goddamn it!



Hang on a second.




- Yes, sir, I'm still here.

- Are you...?



Oh, thank God.




Can you hear me?



That's not a problem.



Yeah. Uh, how's Bunny?



You know what



I think she's gonna

be all right.



Oh, Jesus, good.

And, and Petal?



Mr. Quoyle



we'll talk about that

when we get there.



Uh-huh. You're gonna,

you're gonna bring her here?



Yes, sir.



Okay. And you have

the address?



Yes, we do.



Oh, good.

And Petal?



Relax, sir, we'll be

there as soon as we can.



Okay, thank you.

Thank you.



They're gonna bring Petal;

they're gonna bring Bunny.



They found 'em.



The cop said he's

got something



to tell me about Petal.



I hope she didn't get

in any trouble.



She's got such a temper on her.



There's just no telling

what she...



The convertible went over

a guardrail in Jersey.



Fortunately, your daughter was

no longer traveling



with Mrs. Quoyle and, uh,

and her male companion.



She was mercifully

killed on impact



I can promise you.



Look, uh, there is

something else.



Seems she sold your daughter



to a black market adoption

outfit for $    .



There was even a receipt,

if you can imagine.



That's how we tracked her.









Hi, sweetheart.



Who's that?



That's your

great-aunt Agnis.



Where's Petal?












Maybe I could stay

just a day or two.



"Your loved one has

not left your heart



"or your thoughts



but is sleeping




She's sleeping?



Yes. Peacefully.



- In heaven.



With the angels.



If I was asleep,

I'd wake up.



Why are you so scared,




What do I do?



It takes a year, nephew...



a full turn ofthe calendar,

to get over losing someone.



That's a true sayin'.



The move'll help. You'll see.



What place on earth could be

better than...



the place your people

came from?



Smell that clean

northern sea?



I'm not a water person.



At least the girl is.



I hope we're doing

the right thing, Aunt.



I thought I'd never

come back here.



But the older you get



there's an ache, a pull...



something you've

got to figure out.



Like you're a piece

in a puzzle.



It takes some time to get used

to the rock 'neath you.



It's a place like no other.



The people who came here

came by accident.



Those that stayed learned

strange things can happen...



omens and restless spirits...






We Quoyles,

we left it    year ago.



Hard times.



We're nearly there.



Quoyle Point.



Named after us. You.



Well, I don't understand.



It's May, there's so much snow.



Up here, forget everything



you thought you knew

about the weather.



I was born in that house.



Empty    years...



Look at that roofline.



Straight as a ruler.






I wonder who that is.



It's your grandfather,

Sian Quoyle.



Died before I was born.



Died young...    year old.






Then he couldn't have been

my grandfather.



You don't know Newfoundlanders.



Who's this?



It's my father and...



and you.



I never did care for that hat.






My Lord, the table!



The blessed table!



There's no way we can live here.



It's all fixable.



We'll get a carpenter.



Oh, well, it might be cheaper

if we just build



a whole new house

on the Riviera.



Only I wasn't born

on the Riviera.









Why did you wake me up?



I wanted to see

if you were asleep.



Are these cables so the house

won't blow away?



So far so good.



They say it



rocked in storms like

a big rocking chair.



Made the women sick,

so they lashed it down.



They're moaning.



The house is sad.






You should let it loose.



I'm here to apply for a job.



Come on in.



Listen here...

Listen here, my son.



I'm going to need

clarification on this.



I got Doris Koontz down as

runner-up in "Cakes and Muffins"



but her entry is listed



as "Strawberry

Rhubarb Cobbler"



which I believe ought

to be under "Pies."



Name's Tert Card...



managing editor, rewrite man,

and snow shoveller.



You'll have to do

without the boss.



Himself, Jack Buggit, has

called in sick, as per usual.



Which is why I am occupying

his office, Billy Pretty



and no bones about it.



Come in.






Uh, Quoyle.



I just got here yesterday

from New York...



Ah, you're a Quoyle, are you?



Well, I should've

seen that right off.



Sit down.



Prior experience

as a journalist?



Washington Post?



London Times?



Oh, oh, no,

I'm not a journalist.



I'm an ink setter.



I had that position...



Gammy Bird.



Are you in my office, Tert?



No, no, no, Jack.



I'm just conducting a job

interview here at my desk.



Job interview?



Yeah, there's a Mr. Quoyle here.



Says he's

an ink setter.



The fella's a Quoyle, you say?



And no mistake.






Have him

meet me at the dock in, uh



one hour.



That bronchitis of yours

cleared up already?



Much better.



Thanks for your concern.



Okay, Jack.




Over here.



Step lively.



Uh... hello there, Mr. Buggit.

The man at the...



The name's Jack.



Come on, get in.



I'm not a water person.



All Quoyles

is water people.



Boats is in your blood.



That's why

I'm hiring you.



I need somebody to cover

the shipping news.



You'll get a list

from the harbormaster...



what ships go in

to Killick-Claw...



But, Mr. Buggit,

l-l-I'm an ink setter.



Pay attention, me old son.



I don't need no ink setter,

I need a reporter.



And you'll do

Local car wrecks.



Take the picture,

write the story.



We run a front-page photo

of a car wreck every week



whether or not

we actually have a car wreck.



Now, there's a knack

for taking photos



that make you

feel something.



If there's a dark

patch on the ground



it reads blood whether it's

motor oil or Diet Coke.



And you want

something human, uh



a child's mitten, a purse



a baseball cap

lying in the road.



See, that's what makes it human.



That's what makes

the reader feel.



Jack, I'm, I'm no reporter.



Jesus Sweet Christ.



You think any of them tomcods

knew how to write



when I hired them?



I get a feeling

about people



that's all.



Welcome home, Guy.



I can't do it.



I mean, even

if I knew



the first thing about writing,

which I don't, I...



Car crashes...

I can't cover those.



Why not?



You know why not.



We face up to the things

we're afraid of



because we can't go around them.



Car wrecks are



a fact of life

up here.



Come winter, a drive

into town'll be



damn near impossible.



We'll buy

us a boat.



Look, I already told you,

I'm not a water person.



They dragged it here.



What, honey?



The house.

They dragged it here.



You must've had a dream,




Who told you about that?



A long time ago,

on Gaze Island



the old Quoyles couldn't make

a go of it there



so they lashed the house with

ropes and they dragged it.



Yeah, they

dragged it.



Across the ice,

clear to the mainland.



Right here.



This is from the "News

of Your Neighbors" column.



"The pole on the corner of Main

and West Streets



"has a sign on it that says



"it's illegal to place anything

on that pole.



"We see the postman

has landed in the clink



"for throwing the mail in

Killick-Claw Harbor.



"He said he had too much

to deliver



"and the folks could just take

a dip and help themselves.



Guess it helps

if you can swim."



This is professional stuff.



How am I supposed to write this?



You can't.



You'll get it wrong.



Here now, miss! Don't you talk

to your father like that!



Course he can do it.



Petal says

Dad never gets anything right.



Yeah, well, it'll work out.






You must be Quoyle.



B. Beaufield Nutbeem.



I head up the Foreign

News Department.



Steals every story off

that goddamn shortwave.



Which Tert takes the

liberty of rewriting



in his own

mystical tongue.



Only to save you from charges

of plagiarism, Nutbeem.



Ah, Mr. Billy Pretty



an old fish dog

and local landmark.



Edits the

Home News Page...



poems, baby photos,

household tips.



There's your desk, Quoyle.



Is there, um, a computer?



Well, do you see one?



No, I just...

I see everyone else...



Keen powers of observation.



I can see why Jack snatched you

off the job market.



Gammy Bird.






Right on to it.



Well, Quoyle, you

lead a charmed life.



Two minutes on the job



and you got

your first car wreck.



As far as I can tell,

the site is really fresh



about       minutes,

uh, at the most.



You got two victims...

one male, one female.



Not one vital sign between them



so we're gonna wait

till the police come now.



Uh, the rate of speed

we estimate at   



so there's

nothing unlawful here.



There's not a whole lot

you can do, right



when a moose decides

to get in your way.



That's for sure.



Uh... the driver



most likely

had his chest crushed



before the car hit the water,

so at least that's a mercy.



Yeah. Yeah.






Yeah. Well, there's that,

and the... and the moose



you know,

which is a gift really



when you think about it...

out of season



Like that...

a moose that size.



Oh, Lord, yes.



Billy, I suppose

we could split it



four ways, right?



How much could you fit

in the station wagon there?



I'll take

the hind quarter.



I know we're

gonna want to use



some of those recipes from

the "Home Page," you know?



Yeah, yeah, yeah.



He's new, is he?



New fella.



There you go.



It's wrecks like that

that sells papers.



Oh, Jack knows his readers.



Now, mind you, there's more

people down under these waters



than are killed

on the roads.



You'll want to get yourself

a nice little boat before long.



Something that fits

the water.



I just don't want

to think about a boat right...



Wh-Who's that?






Oh, I... I was just curious.

I've seen her around.



She's very tall.



I... I mean



she... she's got good posture.



She seems very...



her stride

is different.



It was grief that caused her boy

to be not right.



She was carrying him when

her husband was drowned at sea.



Like I was saying,

there's more life



Lost that way.



How's your car wreck coming,




If I wanted War and Peace



I would have hired

William Bloody Shakespeare.



"The policeman ate breakfast

at the Codcake Diner



before he arrived

at the accident scene"?






Your spelling is fine



and I've seen

plenty worse grammar.



But-but finding

the center of your story...



the beating heart of it...



that's what makes

a reporter.



Now, you'll have to start

by making up some headlines.



You know?



Short, punchy,

dramatic headlines.



Now, have a look.

What do you see?



Tell me the headline.



Horizon Fills

with Dark Clouds.



Imminent Storm

Threatens Village.



But what if no

storm comes?



Village Spared

from Deadly Storm.



How was your first day?



What's all this?



Nephew, we can't fix up

the house proper



on a journalist's wages,

so I've un-retired.



From what?



Boat upholstery.



All us Quoyles have

a feeling for boats.



Who-who's this?



That's Dennis Buggit,

master carpenter.



Ah, only till I gets

me lobster license.



I'm a fisherman

in me soul.



Buggit, huh?



You-you wouldn't

be related



to my boss

down at the Gammy Bird?






Yeah, yeah.

My dad.



Tomorrow I'll run two-by-fours

under your second story.



Oh, and, uh, I was you



I wouldn't sleep in

your upstairs tonight



unless you want to wake up

downstairs with a thud.






Yes, boy.



What? What?

What is it? What is it?



A ghost.



The window.



A skinny ghost,

and a white dog.



l-I didn't dream it.

Don't say I did.



I won't, I won't,

sweetheart, okay.



There's a ghost there...



Okay, okay, shh, okay.



Okay, shh...






Okay. Shh.



Oh, excuse me?



This is our first day

at school.



- I don't like these kids.

- Bunny.



- Um, she's in the after-school...

- They're boring!



Boring, boring, boring!



Bunny, that's enough.



I'm sorry. She's-she's not

usually like this.



Not usually

Like what?



I hate going to new places

where I don't know anybody.



I don't know anybody.



What's wrong with him?



Bunny, that is...

There is nothing wrong



with him, all right?



This is Herry.



When he was being born



he didn't get enough air

to breathe



and that makes him a little

slower than most people.



What's your name?






A bunny rabbit.



That's what

my mother calls me.



Is Mommy at

work now?



No, she's asleep

with the angels.



I am a bunny rabbit.



Oh, you certainly are.



Boing, boing, boing, boing...



Whi-Which of those women

are in charge here?



Neither of them.

They're just moms.



Oh, 'cause somebody

really ought to be paying



more attention to them.



I mean, look at that.



There's scissors

on the ground.



I mean,

somebody really ought



to be supervising them,

don't you think?






Better get back to work.



Supervising and all.



I'm Wavey Prowse.



I run the place.



They are having

entirely too much fun



aren't they?



It's a constant problem



around here.






Bumbling Dad



Humiliated at Day Care.






C'mon over, Quoyle!



Order's up now.

Come and get it.



Aye, sir.









You've been to

the harbormaster's.



Yeah, boats in,

boats out.



Not exactly the

stuff of legends.



Sometimes there's a

story behind the story.



What can I do you for then?



Oh, um, I'll have, uh,

what-whatever they're having.



What are you having?



Squid burger.

It's good.



All right, then.

You want some fries with that?






All right, then, be back.



Have you got yourself

a boat yet, Quoyle?



- No.

- You ought to get Alvin Yark



to build you one.



Or you could buy




I built a Chinese junk.



Sailed it up from Brazil.



Unfortunately, I missed

Manhattan by a mile or two



and got stranded here when I

shipwrecked by Gaze Island.



I've almost finished

my repairs.



I'll be sailing

away soon.



She's ugly, and...



the only thing

I've ever loved.



Eh, your story tugs

at me bladder.



Excuse me.



Um, what is it

between those two?



First thing:



you'll have to understand

about the curse.



Jack Buggit's father,

his grandfather



his great-grandfather

all died at sea.



Second thing:

Jack is... sensitive.



Especially about the sea.






It's what they call

people around here



who, um, "know" things.



So, Dennis is

forbidden the sea.



But being free



Newfie and    he goes, anyway.



What? And that's enough...?



Death storm.



A massive wave cracks

her steel hull amidships



a one-inch crack

from starboard to port.



Men go in the water.

Dennis is lost.



After about a week



they come to Jack and tell him

the search is to be called off.



Jack stands like a stone.



Then he turns... quick,

the way he does... and says...



"He's alive...



and I know where."



So, off he goes, out to sea



on his own, in just a skiff



and finds Dennis.



Can you imagine

the odds?



Finds him.

Finds him.



Both arms broken,

  % dead.



The boy comes to.



And Jack says to him,

"If you ever step foot



in a boat again,

I'll drown you myself."



And do you know

what Dennis said?



Say it fast.



He said...



"All fishing licenses

are spoken for.



I'd appreciate it

if you gave me yours."



Jack looked in his eyes

and they never spoke again.



Quoyle... you got



the "Shipping News"

written up yet?



Oh, yes.



There's nothing here.



Boats in, boats out.

What else is there?



If I knew, I'd write it myself.



I took a chance on you, Quoyle.



Don't let me down.



Go get the aspirin now!



Oh, shut up!



I had as much to drink

Last night as you did!



Excuse me.



Do I know you?



I'm a... l-I work

for the local paper.



I do the-the

"Shipping News."



I was just...



Is this your boat?



That's a boat.



This is a Botterjacht.



She was built for Hitler.



He was the original owner.






l-I just wanted to ask you

a-a couple of questions.



The finest Botterjacht

ever built in Holland.



Tell him what happened

in Hurricane Bob.



And she's incredibly heavy.

   tons of solid oak.



Tell him!



She broke free of her moorings



and pounded six boats...

expensive ones... to rubble.






Now tell him who let

our insurance lapse.






Oh, it took six



very expensive lawyers

to weasel us out of it.



Jesus! An inch

from bankruptcy.



Moral of the story?



When you marry a tour guide



confine his authority

to mixing the drinks.



Did I come at a bad time?



Yeah. Ten years ago

would've been better.



Wife Fires Artillery

on Hitler's Boat.












You guys need a ride?



Thanks, but, uh,

Herry likes to walk.



Oh. Well, it's a nice day

for a walk.



Mr. Quoyle...



About the other day?



I'm sorry we got off

on the wrong foot.



No, that's, that's all right.



l-I was way off base.



l-I admire anybody

that works with kids.



That's the hardest job

in the world, you know?



I'm-I'm a journalist, myself.






Have you seen

our local paper?



Strictly fish wrap.






I'm the new reporter there.



Oy... uh... oh...



no, I'm-I'm sure...



that'll be, uh...



Good luck to you.



Oh, thank you

very much.



It was nice

to see you again.



Nice to see you.



Bye, Herry.












W-What are you doing?



She's boring.






How was Bunny



when you picked her up

from day care?



All right.



A little snotty.



What's that?



Robert Burns.



Someone gave that to you.




that you're missing.



Six year ago today.






We weren't married



but that's a




That your boat?




I just bought her.



One question remains: why?



Well, she's

a speedboat.



It's a shit boat.



Wallowing, cockeyed bastard.



It'll sink in a bathtub.



Makes you cry

to look at her.



Just a coffin, boy.



Let me know when

you're serious.



I'll take you

down to see



Alvin Yark.



He'll make you up a

sweet little Rodney.



You don't have the sense

God gave a doughnut, do you?



I'm going home.



The best you can

do is bury it



some dark night.



What in hell

a name's this?



"Hitler's Barge."



Uh, that's, uh,

a vessel in port.



It goes with



the "Shipping News."



So, what about

the motorcycle accident?



Oh, I'm still working on that



but I think

this is a better story.



What do you mean?



You didn't do



the one

that Jack wanted you to do?



You did one

that he don't know you did?



Well, this is worse

than your boat.



Jack even

sniffs this



he'll cut you up

for lobster bait.



I think I'll run it.



...and he crawled off the grass

onto a branch



and he made a cocoon,

which is like a house



except it's for

a caterpillar...



Hey, Bunny.






I'm reading.



He thinks I know how.



Oh, oh... no, no...



Go on, get the pig.



See you tomorrow.



Oh, bye, Sarah.

Bye, Patrick.






Hey, can you hold these rods

together for me?



You have to hold them flush

against each other.









Be careful, honey.



I want to see

if it can fly.



Well, not in the

house, sweetheart.



Throw it up in the air,

high as you can




and count

till it comes down.



One, two, three, four, five.



Hey. Have you been

to flight school?



Not really.



No? Oh, my.






Hey, guess what?



Just keep it down.



This is my assistant,

Mavis Bangs.



- Oh, hello.

- How are you?



Did you read my article

on the Hitler boat?






Silver and Bennett Melville

were clients of mine.



They pulled anchor last night

without paying a penny



for all the work

we did for them.



The buggers.



Now, you find out

where they're to



we'll give you the Pulitzer.



What, you make juju beads

out of lobster feelers?



Oh, that's pretty

remarkable, missus.



Now, where do

you export these?






Oh, well...

um, I'll tell you what.



I'll-I'll, uh,

do my best.



I'll try to get you

a bit of ink



in the next edition,

how's that?



Well, you know,

these things



take some time to work out,

you know?






Hold on.



If you're going to Shanghai me

office, Tert



you best conceal

the evidence.



Oh, no, Jack...






This, uh, Hitler boat...



you assign it?



Nope, sir.



It wasn't my idea.



Get me Quoyle.



Quoyle... he wants you.



Mr. Buggit, it was what you said

to me in the...



Have a seat.



I got four phone calls

Last night



about the Hitler boat...




People enjoyed it.



Mrs. Buggit liked it.



Of course,

you don't know



nothing about boats,

but that's entertaining, too.



So, listen here, me old son,

I'm giving you a weekly column.



A story about a different boat

every week.



Human stuff.



Who owned the boat,

who lived and died on her



who drowned



who was saved,

who lost his fortune



who had

his heart broke.



You follow?









Order this boy

a new computer.



And buy him a real one,

not one of them Japan clones.



You got that?






Oh, Mr. Buggit



I-I-I don't know what to say.



Did I not tell you?



My name is Jack.






IBM, please.



Get back to your

work, Quoyle.



I... B... M.



Lumbering Idiot Stuns Crowd...

for a Change.



Herry Prowse!



Look how well



your kite is doing.



Are you making it dance

with your thoughts?



Your kite is doing so much

better than Mr. Quoyle's.



Do you think

Bunny's strange...



I mean, mentally?



The skinny ghost

with the white dog?



She told you about that?



Maybe she's sensitive.



The way some folks are

around here.



And what about

the necklaces?



Do you know how many

of those she makes?



I mean... and I found her



bashing her baby doll's

brains out with a hammer.



A baby doll

doesn't have brains.



It's a toy.



Do you know she's...



saving a room for her mother?



Did she tell you that?






Is she strange, that's all?



Is she okay?

If-if you had to take a guess.



That little girl's

the only friend my son ever had.



So she's strange, you bet.



It crashed!



All right.



There you go.



Do you know

how he died?



My husband?



It was a calm night

when Herold took the boat out.



There was no sign

of any storm.



Storms can be sudden

around here.



He wasn't the only one

whose boat went down.



It was four years ago...



and it's yesterday.



Look how high

we're up.






Beat you to

the car.



Did I blow it



or can you still

be my friend?



Your friend? Sure.



Is this yours?



The ghost brought it.



Then he ran away.



The skinny ghost

with the white dog?



Don't say I dreamt it.



Ah, you're getting

the hang of it.



Now, coax her a wee bit

to starboard.



Attaboy. You're a Quoyle...

there's seawater in your veins.



How are things

with your girl?



Oh, Bunny's just still

adjusting, I think.



Oh, I was talking

about Wavey Prowse.



Sorry... sorry!






- Jesus!

- Sorry.



I... Wavey and I

are just friends.



Fine. Don't have

to drown me over it.



This is where

I grew up.



That's my poor old

father there.



And that's where

your house stood.



Before they dragged it

across the ice.



Yes, sir.



Before they was driven away.



Driven away by what?



You never knew?



Ah, well.



It's neither

here nor there, right?



The point is, they made

a new place for theirselves.



No, by what?

Driven away by what?



Oh, that's old stuff, boy.



It's in my blood.



You ought to be

able to tell me.



Well, they come to Gaze Island

centuries ago, they did.



The old Quoyles was rackers.



They were, they were pirates,

sort of like.



You see them cairns?



Fires used to burn in them



to guide the ships at sea,

like lighthouses.



Now, the Quoyles

would move the fires



to fool the ships.



They'd lure them

into the rocks



so the Quoyles could grab

their loot.



Oh, they was a savage lot,

the old Quoyles.



Then they went too far one day,

they... nailed a man to a tree



and they cut

off his nose



to draw the nippers

and the flies



that-that ate him alive.



And that's when the Quoyles was

given their walking papers.






Now, there's still an old Quoyle



down in one of these coves




They say he slept with his wife

after she was dead.



Anything else I should know?



That about covers it.



When the knitting pins,

you is abreast



Hold the tiller

to the west...



Behind the pins

you must steer... [m]



Till the old man's shoe...

does appear. [m]



Pull, pull!



Show me that necklace.



See, if you make

the loops bigger



you don't have

to make so many.






Good morning.



Can I talk to you for a minute?



Where's that chair from?



Excuse me?



The chair

that you're sitting in.



Where's it from;

where'd you get it?



It's not from

around here, right?



It's foreign,

it's exotic.



I don't want pirate's loot

in this home.



Billy Pretty told me

all about it.



It's a good thing

somebody finally did.



I don't believe in dwelling

in the past.



No? Then what

are we doing here?



Making a future.



Well, well, well



if it ain't the second coming

of the Quoyles.



Taking a long

and hearty meal break



I can't help but noticing.



Hope you've got a good idea

for your next story, Quoyle.



I'd hate for Jack to think



that it was just

beginner's luck.



Let the man digest, Tert.



Mind you,

if I was the esteemed author



of the "Shipping News" column



I'd pick up

the McGonigle oil field story.




a golden flood of jobs.



You write a story

about that



I'll put it right there

on the front page.



Thank you

for stopping by, Tert.



Yeah, thanks, Tert.



Aw, gee...



What was that

all about?



Oh, uh, he owns Mobil Oil.



Ten shares.



What about your column?



What about it?



You said you'd

read it to me.



Yeah, I will,

once the game is done.



"There's a      photo hung

in the Killick-Claw library...



"eight schooners heading out

to the fishing grounds



"their sails are white

and beautiful.



"But nowadays you're just

as likely to see



"a big black shape

of an oil tanker



"Like the ruptured Golden Goose.



"Last week it leaked

      tons of crude



"onto the seabirds, fish

and boats at Cape Despot.



"There will be more

and more tankers.



"They will get old and corroded

and their tanks will split.



"And there will be less fish,

and less fishermen.



"Nobody hangs a picture

of an oil tanker



on their wall, do they?"



What do you think?



I think when Tert Card sees it,

he'll stay up nights



thinking of cheap shots

to pay you back.



I think he won't stop

until you're fired.



I think I haven't been so proud

of a friend...



since I don't know when.



Uh, what do you think?



Pretty impressive, huh?



Like I said, nobody

hangs one of those.



Well... your column's

front page stuff.



Only now it's more

a caption, is all.



"More than      tankers

proudly ride...



the world's seas."



"Even the biggest

take advantage



of Newfoundland's deep water

ports and refineries."



Spelled it all perfect

so as not to embarrass you.



"Oil and Newfoundland

go together



"like ham and eggs



and like ham and eggs, they'll

nourish us in the coming years."



Even put

your name on it.



"Let's all hang a picture

of an oil tanker on our wall."



Man of your principles...



I understand the only honorable

course is resignation.



And if you're off

to see Jack Buggit



you're going

to have to swim.



For I runs the Gammy Bird,

every inch of it...



which he'd have

to do without me.



And if you think he's going

to choose you over fishing



then you're dumber

than a doughnut.



If that's possible.






For Christ

sakes, Quoyle



cut your motor!



All right,

what's the emergency?



Can't it wait

till I'm done fishing?



It's about my column.



Card, he printed it

not the way I wrote it.



Well, so?



You disapprove

how Card runs my newspaper



enough to lose your job?



Yes or no?






So, this is what

Jack and I think:



we want to run Quoyle's

wrong-headed oil spills story



because controversy sells papers



and papers sells ads.



But the oil tanker picture




You should have seen

Tert's face.






Oh, it was

a beautiful thing.



That's all right,

I've seen it.



- Oh, it's great.

- Mm-hmm.



Let's see

what the special is.



How do you feel

about ordering to go?



You ever had that




No, what is it?



Seal-flipper pie.



Yeah, it's made

from, like



the knuckle part

of the flipper.



The slimy cartilage part.



Yeah, it's good, though.



I mean, it's

a good choice



if you like

that sort of thing.



I... you know,

I'm really not

all that hungry.



I just wanted, you know,

to come and sit.



I had a big lunch today.






They say you're not

a real Newfoundlander



till you've had a piece

of seal-flipper pie.



That's what they say?



Yeah, that's right.



Mmm, good.

That's surprising.



I never eat it, myself.



You never eat this?



This is horrible.



Here, I got you some

real food... look.






I knew somebody

was out here.



Oh, for Christ's sake.



He's still burning off

the fever.



Any feeling yet?



Little tingles.



You're lucky.



I'm fine.



I'll be ready to get

right back in that water



in another       years.



Do you know how close

you were to dying?



I'll get my uncle, Alvin Yark,

to build you a proper boat



and learn how to use it, okay?









Were the eyes open or closed?



I don't know.



Just said it was

an disembodied head.



What'd the police have



to say about it?



Still working on it.



A little late to return the head

to its owner, though.



Hello, nephew.



Police bulletin:



"Mrs. Silver Melville

was arrested early today



"in Lanai, Hawaii,

for the murder of her husband



socialite and raconteur

Mr. Bayonet Melville."



'He pushed me once too often, '

Mrs. Melville confessed



'so I finally pushed back."'



Good for you, my dear.



Well, he probably

deserved it.



- Hey.

- Hey.



Don't get your hopes up.



You're the first man

who ever cooked for me.



You got a lot

of leeway.



How are they?



They're both asleep

in Bunny's bed.



Should we trust them?



- I can do this.

You just don't think...



Oh, no.



No, I know. Here...



let me do that,

all right?



There you go.



- Can you feel that...

- Yeah.



through your bandage?






Your husband, he never...



he never cooked you a meal?



Why are we talking

about my husband?



Because I understand.



You said "It's four years

ago and it's yesterday."



I understand that.



My husband's not who

we're talking about, right?



I'll go get Herry.



He wouldn't like

waking up in a strange bed.



- Hey!

- Huh?!



Who are you?



I tied magic in these knots



to protect you

from the house.



No good ever come

from the old place.



Never, never... never.



You... you have no...



business in the

Quoyle house.



I get you

out of there.



But I am a Quoyle.



A Quoyle?!



I was a Quoyle

before you was anything.



Leave the house.



Tell, uh...

Agnis hello from...



Cousin Nolan.



You know why

Agnis come back?



To show she ain't afraid

of the place no more.



'Cause I know what she's done.

I know.



She got rid of the baby

she was carrying.



What could she do? What?



She was only   



and it was her own brother

that done it to her.






No! No! No!



Please! No!



No! Please!



Does that belong

to you?






There's still hot water

in the kettle



if you want some tea.



I've started looking for a place

for me and Bunny.



You sure you're going

to be okay at your shop?



I said I would,

didn't I?



I think

Silver Melville was right



to chop her husband's head off.



He probably deserved it.



I think more women

should do what she did.



Maybe some should have done it

to their own brother...



my father.



Cousin Nolan dropped by

last night.



I always thought if anyone

knew, I'd be turned to stone.









Tea's a good drink.



It'll keep you going.



When someone hurts you

that much...



how do you...?



Does it ever go away?



Is it possible?



Her name was Irene.



The love of my life.



You look happy.



So, yeah, it is possible.



Agnis tells me we got to move

for the winter.



It'll be a three-hour drive

from here to the Point.



All the ice...



Me and Bunny,

we're going to have to find



a room in town somewhere.



I'll have the usual,

please, Annie. Thank you.



Well, if it's a place

to stay you need



you can have

my trailer.



Timing's perfect.



What are you talking about?



My boat's ready.



If I stay here

any longer



I might begin

to like the place.



I'm throwing myself

a farewell party on Saturday.



Departure to

follow Sunday.



The rootless traitor.



Regrets soon after,

no doubt.



Quoyle of the North!



Quoyle of the North.



Have you and Wavey

done the dirty yet?



Shh! She's the grieving widow.



Grieving for

Herold Prowse.



Oh, that's a good one.



Let me tell you




about old Herold Prowse.



It's like a party game

in town...



to look at babies



and see if they look

like Herold.












To Nutbeem!



To Nutbeem!



We all loves



our fucking Nutbeem, huh?!



Lets us keep him here then!



Got your chainsaw,










What's wrong?



I'm a Quoyle.



I'm one of the Quoyles



pirates and looters

and murderers.



My father raped

his little sister



and then he taught me

how to swim.



Stop that.



Jesus, you smell

like a brewery.



Stop it.



Go on, Herry. Go on.



Stop it!






Sorry, Herry.



I'm sorry, Petal.



I'm so sorry.



I meant Wavey.



Good. I feel much better.



When were you going to tell me

about your fucked-up marriage?



I'm scrambling eggs.



Are you going

to be able to eat?






Listen, I'm...



Maybe I should just go.



You forget where

the door is?



He ran off to Winnipeg

with some little bitch.



She was barely

out of high school.



Is that fucked up enough

for you?






my husband,

he didn't die.



Not that he didn't

deserve to.



He left me when I was

eight months pregnant;



no good to him in bed.



So I took his   -footer

out into the bay



cracked the hull with

a hatchet and sunk her



and pretended

he was drowned



and played the grieving widow



and packed my bags

to leave town.



But then a funny thing happened.



All these folk I grew up with



they put their hearts

around me and Herry



so we wouldn't be alone.



And I just

couldn't leave.



I'm sorry, Wavey.



You're always sorry.



You're looking dishy,




I'm afraid my offer

to let you stay in my trailer



will have to be retracted.



Sorry about that.



And your boat.



I'm some disgusted

with the human race.



I never would have

made it anyway.



Storms would have

blown me to bits.



You boys saved my life,

I imagine.



I've gathered up my savings,

and I'm flying back to Brazil



where the water is

swimming-pool green.



You and Bunny can stay

with the wife and me.



To Brazil.












We can stay with Aunt Agnis

over at her shop.



Barely enough room

there for myself.



You'll like it at

Dennis' house, sweetie.



No, I won't.



Hi, Quoyle. Hi, Bunny.



Welcome, weary travelers.



Our home's your home.



- No, it's not.

- Come on in.



- Bunny...

- Come on in, sweetie.



I made a big

seal-flipper pie.



What's that?



Weather light. Storm coming.



Big one.



The house... the house...









What is it, Quoyle?






It's gone.






The green house is gone.



I didn't dream it.



Don't say I did.






Oh, hi, Mom.

Some storm, eh?









Yes. Yes, of course.



What's a wake?



It's to say good-bye.



Mr. Buggit is sleeping

with the angels.



He was a hard man,

but he was fair.



Another one

for the Buggit Curse.






Yeah, I'm still looking

for my dad's Navy medal.



I found it.



Don't you worry.



It's going to be

all right.



Thank you.












I found it...

in his desk at the office.



Would you write something for

the Gammy Bird about Jack?



Yes, I'll try.



Jack is...

Jack is all right now.



You all know...

we are only passing by.



We walk over these stones

a few times.



Our boats...



sail for a little while

on the waves



and then they have to sink.



Jack knew that

better than anyone.



Right, Jack?



Yes, boy.



He's awake!






Get a doctor!



Oh, Jack... oh, Jack...



Oh, Jack...



No, no...



Come here, son.

I beat the curse.



The fishing license is yours.



Sweetheart, you ready?



I want to have a wake for Petal.



Why didn't we have

a wake?



Why didn't we wake her up?



It worked for him.



Honey, Mr. Buggit

wasn't really...



It's more like

he was in a coma.



From the cold water.



It's like he

was sleeping.



- Petal was asleep.

- No, honey...



You said she was asleep

with the angels.



I know. Honey, I know

what I said, honey.



You said! You said!



- I know, but she's not sleeping.

- You said! You said!



- Honey, honey, listen to me.

- You said!



I know what I said.



Listen to me.

Listen to me.



I just... I was too scared

to tell you the truth.



Petal is dead.



And you know that.



I know you know it.



It's okay.



Is it because of me?






That she drove away.



Well, why would you

say that?






because I'm boring.






No, honey, it's not

because of you.



And you are anything

but boring.



Come here.



You just come here.






You believe me, don't you?



You still don't

believe me, do you?



About the house.



I told you so.



It's all right.



Worse things have happened.



To both of us.



Maybe one day we'll build

a summerhouse out here.






Do they have summer here?



Oh, you'll know it's summer when

the partridge berries are out.



And we can make

partridge berry duff



and sweet berry okie.



Will you show me how?



I will, yeah.



I will.



There are still so many things

I don't know.



If a piece ofknotted string

can unleash the wind



and if a drowned man

can awaken...



then I believe

a broken man can heal.






Deadly Storm Takes House.



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