THE BLUE LAGOON

WRITTEN BY DOUGLAS DAY STEWART

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY H.D. STACPOOLE

TRANSCRIBED BY KENDRA STEINER

Columbia Pictures

The Blue Lagoon, in Pictures, Title, 1980

[[[Richard and Emmeline Lestrange are two eight-or-nine-year-old cousins on a ship bound for San Francisco with Arthur Lestrange, Richardís father (Emmelineís uncle). They are sitting on the bowsprit of the ship.]]]

EMMELINE: Richard, donít go out too far!

RICHARD: Emís a fraidy cat!!

[[[Arthur Lestrange sees them and hurries over. They come down of the bowsprit.]]]

ARTHUR: Richard! Emmeline! Come back here, this minute, and be careful. Whatís gotten into you Richard? Bad enough to endanger yourself, but to encourage Emmeline?

RICHARD: Iím sorry father.

ARTHUR: I know you want to have fun. All Iím trying to do is getting us all to San Francisco in one piece.

RICHARD: Will mommy be coming to San ĎForiscoí?

ARTHUR: I donít believe so, Richard.

EMMELINE: I told you. Once they go to heaven they donít come back. Isnít that right uncle Arthur? My mommy and daddy havenít come back.

ARTHUR: Because God wants them to stay, to do his work, and wait for the day when you will take the long voyage to see them.

EMMELINE: When will that be?

ARTHUR: When youíve lived a full life, and experienced all that it has to offer.

[[[A splash. Emmeline giggles, as all three look over the side of the boat.]]]

RICHARD: Look. Father what are they called?

ARTHUR: Sharks.

RICHARD: I wish I had a hook and Iíd pull Ďem aboard and the cook would fry Ďem for dinner.

[[[The cook tosses the contents of a barrel over the side of the boat, making the sharks splash. He turns and heads back to the galley, pausing to look at the children, who stare back at him. He goes inside. The children and Arthur stare off the side of the starboard side of the boat at a thick fog bank. Arthur walks into the captainís quarters.]]]

ARTHUR: Captain, do you know thereís a fog bank coming in?

CAPTAIN: I am aware of that fact, sir.

ARTHUR: I overheard one of the men say those storms rounding the cape pushed us far west of our course.

CAPTAIN: Thatís right sir. Last nightís celestial puts us about... here.


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