tide. He quietly heads towards the water. Drifting,
drawn, lost.
OLDER CHUCK (V.O.)
Though he had moved on with his
life, now even for the years, to
hear him eulogized by strangers,
seemed strange. He had been a
hewner of stones, a pilot by the
silent stars. Like me, alone among
many. But most of all for us, the
crew of the brigantine Albatross, he
was always and would forever be...
our Skipper.
tide will have covered them by now.
Oh, yes, the rising tide.
I only hope to God hes right...
by God.
Come, Victoria. Come.
Wagners utter rubbish.
Fat women with horns on their heads...
singing at the tops of their voices...
about how happy they are to be dying.
Its a horrible noise. And its unhealthy.
But music is about death. It always has been.
I think hes trying to provoke us.
Go on then, Ris
earth
16 Seemed fervorless as I.
17 At once a voice arose among
18 The bleak twigs overhead
19 In a full-hearted evensong
20 Of joy illimited;
21 An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
22 In blast-beruffled plume,
23 Had chosen thus to fling his soul
24 Upon the growing gloom.
25 So little cause for carolings
26 Of such ecstatic
tide in an artificial bay. Water rushes out of the bay through a small opening, making waves in the Singapore Strait. The smell of rain is in the air.
유일하게 눈에 띄는 쓰레기는 인공만의 만조가 왔음을 알리며 바위 해변에서 떠다니는 목재조각이다. 바닷물이 작은 구멍을 통해 만의 바깥으로 쏟아져나가며 싱가폴 해협에 파도를 만
tide in an artificial bay. Water rushes out of the bay through a small opening, making waves in the Singapore Strait. The smell of rain is in the air.
- 오직 눈에 보이는 쓰레기는 바위가 많은 해안에 떠 있는 몇 조각의 유목인데, 인공만의 높은 조수차를 표시한다. 물은 Singapore Strait(싱가포르 해협)에 파도를 만들면서, 작은 구멍을 통
earth.
Officers arent like you and me.
Theyre a different breed.
This sounds like youre afraid
you might have to salute me someday.
Why would I be afraid to salute you?
I dont know. It sounds that way.
You want some fatherly bullshit -
a pat on the back.
From you? No. No.
Thanks for my graduation present,
Byron. See you around.
Dont go away mad.
Hey, babe. Zack! Come on.
Zack!
Fall in!
I said fal
TIDE, BOB ? HIGH TIDE, SIR.
CONTROLS RIGGED FOR SURFACING, SIR.
SURFACE.
[ Klaxon Blaring ]
SURFACE, SURFACE, SURFACE.
BLOW MAIN BALLAST. [ Blows Ballast ] MAIN BALLAST BLOWN.
DEPTH: 45 FEET, SIR. SECURE THE AIR.
[ Captain ] OPEN MAIN INDUCTION.
MAIN INDUCTION OPEN, SIR.
[ Horn Blaring ]
[ Horn Continues ]
[ Radio Announcer ] OUR SCIENTISTS DISAGREE...
AS TO WHEN RADIATION WILL REACH
earth.
A finely-made rocking chair, missing only the dowel on
which Martin is working, sits on the work table. The
chair is a work of art, thin and light, a spider-web of
perfectly turned wood, no nails, no glue. Sitting on the
woodpile, SUSAN, 4, a silent, stone-face wisp of a child,
watches her father. Margaret races in.
MARGARET
Father! A post rider!
Martin pointedly continues his work without
himself)
You can always tell where you are by
the way the road looks. Like I Just
know that I been to this place
before. I Just know that I been
stuck here like this one fuckin
time before, you know that?
ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD A JACKRABBIT IS LISTENING TO HIM.
MIKE
There aint no other road on earth
that looks like this road. I mean,
exactly like this road. (sniffs)
One of a kind.
earth.
She had just one goal...
...to save Avalon from the Saxons.
Sister, we have to bring this fighting to an end.
The Saxons will destroy this land.
Unless we prevent it.
How?
By giving this land a leader to whom both followers of Christ...
...and the Goddess can give allegiance.
Someone with the blood of Avalon in his veins.
The High King could still father a child.
But hell be dead within si