Cast Away

ALEKSEI: It's bad.

CHUCK: Worse than Warsaw.

ALEKSEI: Nobody remembers that.

CHUCK: The failures they remember. It's the successes they forget.

CHUCK: It took this test package thirty-two hours to get from Seattle to St. Petersburg, a distance of nine thousand miles. And then it took forty-one hours to get from our warehouse in St. Petersburg to here, a distance of, what --

ALEKSEI: Six kilometers. Four miles.

CHUCK: So how are we going to get this place shaped up?

BADCHUCK: You can't make it.

GOODCHUCK: Shut up. I don't feel like dying today.

BADCHUCK: What did it matter if FedEx was five minutes late one day? The next day we just start over again.

GOODCHUCK: It matters. We do the best we can, that's all we have.

BADCHUCK: Then we've just got shit.

GOODCHUCK: It's real.

BADCHUCK: Nothing out there but ocean.

GOODCHUCK: Let's get a second opinion. Wilson? What do you see?

GOODCHUCK: Jesus.

BADCHUCK: Look again, asshole. It's a mirage.

GOODCHUCK: What's so damn funny?

BADCHUCK: You are.

BADCHUCK: I float. You sink. End of story.

GOODCHUCK: I'm serious. I'm always going on about me, me, me. Enough about me. Your turn.

BADCHUCK: It's a fucking soccer ball, you idiot.

GOODCHUCK: Shut up.

BADCHUCK: They're never going to see you. You're just another piece of trash in the ocean.

GOODCHUCK: They're on autopilot.

BADCHUCK: They're always on autopilot. Or else it's night, or you're in the sun, or you're in the trough of a wave. They'll never see you.

GOODCHUCK: Damn it! Don't be so negative!

BADCHUCK: What are you smiling about? They'll be back.

GOODCHUCK: I'm dancing on the roof of the Peabody Hotel. With Kelly.

GOODCHUCK: You know, Wilson, every now and then we should say thank you. Thank you God.

BADCHUCK: Thank you for fucking up my life.

BADCHUCK: That's death knocking, knocking on your door. Crazy little woman come knocking, knocking at my front door...

GOODCHUCK: Grow up, stop being such a baby. Other people get through a lot worse.

BADCHUCK: Yeah, sure, what?

BADCHUCK: Look, just slip off the raft. The ocean would feel so good, the water's so soft and warm. Take a little swim. Sleep.

GOODCHUCK: You quitter you quitter you quitter.

BADCHUCK: The sea is lovely, dark and deep.

GOODCHUCK: But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. Got to fix the sea anchor. Use the sail.

BADCHUCK: Use the sail for a sea anchor and you won't move.

GOODCHUCK: If I don't have a sea anchor I'll capsize.

BADCHUCK: Die tomorrow or die today.

BADCHUCK: I'm lost. Goodbye.

GOODCHUCK: No!

BADCHUCK: What are you doing?

GOODCHUCK: Can't kill another one. Can't. Can't kill my friends anymore.

BADCHUCK: You fucking bleeding heart, you kill or you die.

GOODCHUCK: Why do they have to die for me?

BADCHUCK: They'd eat you if they could. They're laughing at you. Listen.

GOODCHUCK: You're beautiful. Marry me.

BADCHUCK: You idiot, if he dives, he'll capsize the raft.

BADCHUCK: Get water!

GOODCHUCK: Fix raft first.

BADCHUCK: Water water water --

BADCHUCK: You're putting off the inevitable.

GOODCHUCK: I'm putting it off.

GOODCHUCK: Polaris, where are you? Maybe I'm too far south.

BADCHUCK: You don't know where you are. You missed the shipping lanes.

GOODCHUCK: Moon's too bright.

BADCHUCK: If they can't see you, what's the point?

GOODCHUCK: Survive today, that's the point.

BADCHUCK: No more water, you said.

GOODCHUCK: Take it.

BADCHUCK: No.

GOODCHUCK: Take it, damn it.

BADCHUCK: No.

GOODCHUCK: Wilson, do you believe this? Take the damn water.

GOODCHUCK: Okay look, I know you're tired, I know you're thirsty, but give it one more shot, you've just got to do a little more.

BADCHUCK: Do too much, I'll die.

GOODCHUCK: Do too little you'll die.

BADCHUCK: Going to die anyway.

BADCHUCK: Can't. Need water.

GOODCHUCK: You've had today's water.

BADCHUCK: Thirsty.

GOODCHUCK: Come on, shape up, get going, you can do it.

BADCHUCK: No water, no work.

GOODCHUCK: Get up.

BADCHUCK: Feels so good to lie here.

GOODCHUCK: Get up, damn you.

BADCHUCK: Shit! Shit! Shit!

GOODCHUCK: Stay calm, identify the problem. Problem, rope fraying. Solution, fix rope.

BADCHUCK: With what? There's nothing to fix it with. This rope comes undone, you're going to drown.

GOODCHUCK: Save some for tomorrow.

BADCHUCK: Catch another fish tomorrow.

BETTINA: Keep painting. Promise me.

CHUCK: Sure.

CHUCK: To tell you the truth -- you did.

BETTINA: Do you...have any more packages to deliver?

CHUCK: No. that was the last one.

BETTINA: Just sit here, I'll get us some lunch.

BETTINA: I can't believe this. I -- I -- They are... You're a gifted artist. You're into something very powerful. Primal. Truly.

CHUCK: Well, not really, I --

BETTINA: You are. Yes you are. What gave you the idea to paint on that cave?

CHUCK: Our apologies that it never made it to the recipient.

BETTINA: He was a sorry sonofabitch, and I'm sorry I ever married him.

BETTINA: Hmmm. Feels like it might have gotten wet.

CHUCK: Possible. So you did those wings?

BETTINA: Yeah. A long time ago.

CHUCK: They're harder to do than they look.

BETTINA: Oh? You've tried?

CHUCK: Well, I do a little drawing --

BETTINA: You know what happened to this?

CHUCK: As much as anybody.

BETTINA: Want to come in? Get dry for a minute.

CHUCK: Okay. Sure.

BETTINA: Well, I have to say, I'm impressed. You never gave up.

CHUCK: No.

BETTINA: You came on a bicycle? No wonder it's so late.

CHUCK: There was an unavoidable delay.

CHUCK: Yeah, a long one.

ERICA: I've got lots of time.

CHUCK: So do I.

ERICA: What brings you out to the sticks?

CHUCK: Had a package to deliver.

ERICA: You? Personally?

CHUCK: I had it on the island with me.

ERICA: Must be a story there.

ERICA: Did you really steal a crippled kid's bicycle to make your deliveries, or is that just some bullshit story?

CHUCK: I didn't steal it, and he wasn't crippled.

KELLY: I love you, Chuck.

CHUCK: You too.

KELLY: I'm so glad you're alive.

KELLY: I've got to get back to Memphis. Hannah's babysitter has finals.

CHUCK: It means a lot...that you came.

KELLY: I had to come. To be sure you were okay.

KELLY: What will you do?

CHUCK: I don't know. I really don't know.

KELLY: You okay?

CHUCK: Great. Really.

KELLY: This is so unfair.

CHUCK: That's what I told the fish I caught. But I ate them anyway.

KELLY: You hated being alone. Couldn't stand it. Busy every minute. Always plugged into something.

CHUCK: I didn't know what really being alone was. No one back here does.

KELLY: Come on. Try.

CHUCK: Cliches, mainly. Don't take anyone for granted. Don't sweat the small stuff. Live each day like it's your last.

KELLY: So simple to say, so hard to do.

CHUCK: Not when you have no choice.

CHUCK: There was a coffin?

KELLY: Yeah, coffin, headstone, the whole thing.

CHUCK: What was inside?

KELLY: Your calendar, your cell phone, your whoo pig sooey hat, some pictures of that ketch you wanted.

CHUCK: That about sums it up.

KELLY: Maybe now's when you tell me about it.

CHUCK: The plane went down. My friends died. I washed up on an island. Then I found these barrels, built the raft, and here I am.

KELLY: Yeah?

CHUCK: The tide came in, the tide went out. I survived. That's the headline. I survived.

KELLY: Don't overwhelm me with the details. You know how I hate that.

KELLY: What's that, written on the sail?

CHUCK: My epitaph.

KELLY: All that time I waited to go on a cruise, and you went without me.

CHUCK: Yeah, well...couldn't be helped.

KELLY: What's that?

CHUCK: That's my sea anchor. My second one. Made it out of part of the sail. It keeps you from capsizing in a storm. In theory. And this, this I used to collect water. About half a cup a day.

KELLY: Her name's Hannah.

CHUCK: Is that Jango?

KELLY: No, this is Jack. Jango was hit by a UPS truck. Can you believe it?

KELLY: I didn't want to. It just happened. One day Gary was there. He took care of everything. He took care of me. I was a mess.

CHUCK: You have any children?

KELLY: I got married.

CHUCK: I thought you might have.

KELLY: I would never --

CHUCK: I know.

KELLY: If I'd known you were alive --

CHUCK: I would have done the same thing.

KELLY: Right back, you said you'd be right back.

CHUCK: A few things came up. Or went down.

KELLY: I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

CHUCK: Hey...hey...it's okay!

KELLY: Chuck, you're breaking my heart.

CHUCK: A week, max. Okay? Okay?

KELLY: Go on. We'll be fine. I'll feed Jango to the frogs.

KELLY: Get back? From where?

CHUCK: Malaysia. They're holding the sweep.

KELLY: Why didn't you come over, get mad at me, tell me what a stupid bitch I was.

CHUCK: I guess I hadn't thought through how I felt.

KELLY: What, you were going to come over the next day all calm and say, Kelly that really made me mad? Don't tell me you're mad. Be mad. Be who you are right now.

CHUCK: Look, we'll do our trip as soon as I get back.

KELLY: Don't even start.

KELLY: I'm sorry about the presents. I got a little carried away.

CHUCK: No, it was great. Maybe a little overkill --

KELLY: I burned the Christmas tree.

KELLY: That's your dog.

CHUCK: It's our dog. It belongs to us.

KELLY: There isn't any us.

CHUCK: Yes there is.

KELLY: This isn't working out.

CHUCK: We're a little emotional here. It's Christmas, maybe we're over-reacting.

KELLY: "We're" not over-reacting.

CHUCK: Could you watch Jango?

KELLY: No.

CHUCK: I can't take him to work.

CHUCK: Look, I love the puppy. I love you. But I have to go.

KELLY: You can't go now.

CHUCK: I have to.

KELLY: You want to.

CHUCK: I have to go. I'm on call for overflow down at the Hub.

KELLY: A ring. I wanted a ring.

CHUCK: You did?

CHUCK: You know, for when you travel.

KELLY: For when I travel?

CHUCK: He is a cute thing.

KELLY: He's your cute thing.

CHUCK: I can't even keep fish alive.

KELLY: A puppy's got a little more personality than a fish.

CHUCK: And for you --

CHUCK: Hey, look at you.

KELLY: I figure, if we could take care of a puppy, we could, you know, take care of --

CHUCK: Four four. A record.

KELLY: You don't seem too happy about it.

CHUCK: Ah, the staff meeting could have gone better.

KELLY: Let me guess, Russia came up?

KELLY: Merry Christmas eve.

CHUCK: Not if you work for FedEx.

KELLY: Chuck.

CHUCK: What do you want me to say? That I thought I'd done a great job but it all turned to shit? That I might as well have gone sailing for all the good I did?

KELLY: Yeah, tell me. Tell me all of it.

CHUCK: Got to follow the paper path here.

KELLY: Chuck, forget the Xerox. So Russia didn't turn out well?

KELLY: How was Russia?

CHUCK: Cold.

KELLY: Don't overwhelm me with details, you know how I hate that. Did you get it fixed?

CHUCK: I thought I did.

KELLY: My last chapter's in there, and the damn machine's jammed.

CHUCK: Let's take a look.

KELLY: Your eyes are puffy. Did you take Valium again?

CHUCK: You smell like formaldehyde.

KELLY: Sonofabitch!

CHUCK: Hey, be nice to it, it'll be nice to you.

CHUCK: When's the next Jumbo?

LESLIE: The regular flight is scheduled for oh three hundred tomorrow.

CHUCK: Anything else?

LESLIE: There's a sweep leaving Memphis in an hour, goes through Sydney.

CHUCK: I need the latest PDRs on St. Petersburg.

LESLIE: And how was your Christmas?

CHUCK: Terrific. Yours?

CHUCK: Doc, I'm not on the island. I'm not on the raft. I'm alive. I'm so glad to be back, I can't tell you. I just want out of here.

DOCTOR: Well, when that IV runs out, you're through with us. Just the dentist tomorrow.

CHUCK: Yes, yes he did.

DOCTOR: You are aware of the potential disruptiveness on your loved ones when you return to your old life?

CHUCK: Not to mention on me.

DOCTOR: If you say you are.

CHUCK: I most definitely say I am.

DOCTOR: Doctor Hegel tells me he discussed the Vietnam POW syndrome with you.

CHUCK: I am one lucky guy.

DOCTOR: Your body chemistry and your exposure to the elements would normally lead to irritability, depression, anxiety, periods of self-reproach. It's almost like schizophrenia. Different sides of your personality might come to life, speak out, act out.

CHUCK: But all that's behind me. I'm fine now.

CHUCK: Sorry...sorry... Why do my joints still ache?

DOCTOR: Dehydration. Vitamin deficiency. Protein deficiency. Any or all of the above.

CHUCK: All I ate was fish. That's solid protein.

DOCTOR: Protein digestion is very costly in water usage.

CHUCK: Which I didn't have.

DOCTOR: And fish are very low in fat, which is energy inefficient. So you're going to burn up your own cells no matter how much you eat. Luckily you ate the eyes and pancreas, which contain some Vitamin C, so you didn't get scurvy.

CHUCK: My favorite doctor. What's the verdict?

DOCTOR: Under the circumstances your overall health is good. Those salt water boils you picked up on the raft are ulcerated, but they're healing nicely.

DRIVER: You're Chuck Noland.

CHUCK: Yeah.

CHUCK: I used to drive one of those. A long time ago.

DRIVER: Hey, once a driver, always a driver. You want a lift? I've just got one more pickup.

CHUCK: Sure.

DRIVER: You're not out of Pascagoula, are you?

CHUCK: No.

CHUCK: Need some help?

DRIVER: You bet I do. High tide comes right up to this road.

CHUCK: Really?

ROGER: Come on down to the plant. It's state of the art. We're doing for chickens what FedEx did for the delivery business.

CHUCK: Just don't count 'em before they hatch.

CHUCK: But chickens?

ROGER: Sixty three pounds consumed per capita, up from twenty seven in 1960. Going to pass beef. Chicken's global. No religious taboos. You don't see your Hindus and your Muslims boycotting poultry.

CHUCK: True enough. No sacred chickens nowhere, so far as I know.

ROGER: Thought you were going to bring her.

CHUCK: So did I.

CHUCK: Bless us O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thou bounty, through Christ the Lord. Amen.

ROGER: Let's eat.

MOM: What a journey you've had. It seems more than a person should have to bear.

CHUCK: The tide saved me, Mom. I lived by it. I'm just wondering where it will take me next.

CHUCK: I've got all this back pay coming. Why don't you let me get you a place in town?

MOM: This is my home. I'm part of the wallpaper.

CHUCK: When'd you start working here?

MOM: Roger got me on. I wasn't doing anything, and -- but you're back, you're really back. I would have come to Memphis, but --

CHUCK: I wanted to come here.

CHUCK: Doing great, Mom, don't worry about me.

MOM: There's settled folks, and there's nomads. You're just not a settled folk. You never belonged here.

CHUCK: Maybe I should take a few days off. Roger's working now, you could use some help around here...

MOM: Don't you even think about it.

CHUCK: The place is falling apart.

MOM: I'm doing fine.

CHUCK: Mom, this is a farm. We've got real strawberries growing outside, we've got real cream.

MOM: Oh no, the prodigal son's home. We bring out the store bought.

CHUCK: Look, I help take care of the place. You got my check, didn't you Mom?

MOM: That new roof, that's your doing.

MOM: It seemed like she had such a good time last time.

CHUCK: It's nothing you did, Mom, believe me.

MOM: What happened to your pants?

CHUCK: Mom, meet Jango.

TECHNICIAN: Hmmm. Durango, Colorado; Asheville, North Carolina, then...canceled her account.

CHUCK: Can you find her?

TECHNICIAN: You're looking at a Level III search. For your Level III, you gotta have E-4 authorization. I don't have it.

TECHNICIAN: Okay. After three years the PTR reverts to tape storage, which is okay because we access it through the CPC. Here it is. Ten packages from the same sender. Baku. Delhi. St. Petersburg. The guy was a real road warrior. This package was Kuala Lampur. No activity in his account after this package. No forwarding addresses after K.L.

CHUCK: What about the sender?

TECHNICIAN: Sure. Bettina Peterson. Marfa, Texas. Let's run a current check.

TECHNICIAN: Trying.

CHUCK: Kamal, you're breaking up. Can you hear us?

VOICE: Kamal is not here.

CHUCK: Who is this? Where is Kamal?

VOICE: It is Ibrim, I, I am a sorter.

CHUCK: What's going on down there?

VOICE: Kamal is not here. We are very defused.

CHUCK: Who's in charge then, where is Chinn?

CHUCK: Thanks. For everything.

STAN: No sweat.

STAN: What, then?

CHUCK: Deliver this package. Then, I dunno.

STAN: You want that delivered, we'll deliver it. That's what we do.

CHUCK: I need to do it.

STAN: Finish what you started. You haven't changed, Chuck. It's still you.

CHUCK: Not just that. Take your time. Use it. Live it.

STAN: Deep, real deep.

CHUCK: Take your time.

STAN: What?

CHUCK: That's what it's about.

STAN: Being patient. Don't rush things. I get it.

STAN: Digital laser readers.

CHUCK: Digital laser readers. Wow. Terrific.

STAN: To life. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

CHUCK: To life.

STAN: That's all there is.

CHUCK: Believe me I know.

STAN: I'm serious. The burning bush, the big picture, the words in neon...

CHUCK: What's it all about? It's about being so thirsty you'd crush a fish's backbone to suck out the spinal fluid -- that's what it's about.

STAN: You've been over the line and you came back. You've been saved, hallelujah!

CHUCK: Hallelujah.

STAN: To Wilson.

CHUCK: To Wilson.

STAN: When I first showed up, I thought you'd lost your fucking marbles.

CHUCK: I never thought it would end. Then it did. It was so great to be saved, I couldn't stop laughing.

STAN: You were how long on this?

CHUCK: Forty-three days.

STAN: Cool ropes.

CHUCK: I braided them.

STAN: Must have taken a hell of a long time.

CHUCK: Time I had lots of.

STAN: This stinks really bad.

CHUCK: You should have smelled me.

STAN: How about we go somewhere else?

CHUCK: Want to see my raft?

STAN: Hello.

CHUCK: This is Amber. Her boyfriend lost his foot in a shark attack.

CHUCK: I beat the odds!

STAN: You beat 'em to shit, pal! Jesus!

STAN: God damn! God damn! Chuck, it's you!

CHUCK: It's me.

STAN: You're fucking dead!

CHUCK: I'm most definitely not dead. And as I recall, you're the sick fucker.

STAN: Hello?

CHUCK: Stan, it's Chuck...Chuck Noland...

STAN: Malaysia's tanking. We're meeting in ten in operations.

CHUCK: Right. Get me everything on Indonesia, New Guinea, all the way to Australia.

CHUCK: A hundred rubles St. Petersburg hits 95 percent in a month.

STAN: Ninety five percent? Just give me the money now.

CHUCK: Talk is cheap. Are we on or not?

STAN: We're on.

CHUCK: You are one sick fucker.

STAN: I'm trying to help you here. There's Warsaw, there's this --

CHUCK: This was nothing like Warsaw. I held the truck then minutes, it's not that big a deal.

CHUCK: And never take.

STAN: Look, I'm sorry about your plane. But I couldn't risk being late into Memphis.

CHUCK: Forget it.

STAN: You know General McLelland, he wouldn't attack unless he had everything just right. Finally Abe Lincoln came to him and said, General, if you're not going to use my army, could I borrow it for a while? So he gave it to Grant and Grant just said, let's go.

CHUCK: I'm from Arkansas. Tell me a story with Robert E. Lee in it and maybe I'll pay attention.

STAN: We're warriors, not desk jockeys. We've got to be bold. You always want all your ducks lined up. But nothing's 100 percent. It's always 60-40, maybe 51-49. Hell, I'd take 40-60. Then roll the dice.

CHUCK: That's why you're a gambling man.

STAN: That's why I'm running foreign and you're not. That's why you're not married and I am.

CHUCK: For the third time.

STAN: Take the plunge, admit your mistakes, move on to tomorrow. That's FedEx, that's women, that's life.

STAN: I didn't know we had sailboats.

CHUCK: It's a ketch Kelly and I had chartered.

STAN: For all those vacation days you got coming.

CHUCK: I checked the weather, you had the jet stream, you could have made it up.

STAN: But I might not have.

CHUCK: Jesus. I got it working... You have no idea how hard it was... They're finally a team...

STAN: I'm touched.

CHUCK: You fucked us over.

STAN: The point of FedEx, as I understand it, is to make the damn connection.

CHUCK: I was making a point.

STAN: What? Let Paris hold its plane? Let Memphis take care of it? Let somebody down the line clean up your mess?

CHUCK: Every person counts, every package counts, that's my point.

STAN: You know what your problem is? You just see the packages in front of you. You don't see the big picture.

CHUCK: Baloney. I do see the damn "big picture."

CHUCK: You what?

STAN: It was fifteen minutes late.

STAN: How'd it go?

CHUCK: Great. Terrific. The good guys won one for a change.

STAN: What do you expect, from the guy who stole a kid's bicycle when his truck broke down?

CHUCK: Borrowed. I borrowed it.

CHUCK: Permission to come aboard, sir.

CHUCK/CAPTAIN: Permission granted.

CHUCK: May I ask, where are you bound?

CHUCK/CAPTAIN: San Francisco. And you?

CHUCK: As it happens, I'm headed for Frisco myself.

CHUCK/CAPTAIN: Would you do us the honor of joining us? We're just sitting down at mess. Pork chops and gravy, cranberries, baked potatoes with all the trimmings, fresh- baked bread, apple pie...

CHUCK: No please, join me. Some sundried fish strips, a few eyeballs, some gills to munch on.