A loan.
Adios, cousins.
And all that stuff until later.
And he ain't comin'.
And not before.
Barter outpost.
Because I want to learn more about you.
Bones to berries.
But don't go too far now. This won't take but a minute.
But I think she got on that boat with three hulls.
But the things on your boat!
But you came back for me.
But, um, wh wh...
Can I trust you?
Come on! He's gonna get it! He's gonna get it!
Come on. Outta here, you big, nasty animal, you!
Could you teach me how to read that?
Damn
Dryland is not just our destination,
Dryland?
Enola, come over here.
Enola, get down.
Enola, I have to go now.
First one that tells me lives.
Get in the chair!
Get the gate.
Gills.
Goddamn! More ammo!
Golly gee. A single tear rolls down my cheek.
Gotcha! I'm gonna rip your cute little lungs out
Ha. That's right
Hands around my neck.
He'll come for me. He will.
He's a wily one, that ichthy demon.
Helen, help me!
Helen, look. Look at the prodigal child's latest vision.
Helen!
Helen! Enola! Helen, I'm sorry!
Helen. The papers the Mariner brought you...
Help me! Helen!
How 'bout a cigarette?
How 'bout food?
How long you plan to hold that on me?
Huh? It's the map
I always thought Dryland floated.
I can't say that I blame you. But tell me:
I didn't know.
I don't think you're gonna tell me, are ya?
I miss her sound.
I need resin.
I told you once already, I don't have it.
I want the girl. That's all
I wish I had feet like his.
I'll breathe for both of us.
I'm not givin' it to her. It's just...
I've only got half an hour. [Repeating] Half an hour, half an hour, half an hour...
Icthyus sapien. You can breathe in the water.
If I let you out of here, you're taking us with you.
If it comes to that.
If you'll notice the arterial nature of the blood comin' from the hole in my head,
In a goddamn jar.
In the presence of Him who leads us.
Is Dryland beautiful?
It would be easier if it was flat... big and flat.
It's too late. Over here!
Keep up the good work. Growth is progress. Growth is progress.
Let go o o o!
Let's sacrifice one to old Saint Joe.
Like to draw, don't you? Huh?
Maybe Smokers, maybe Slavers.
Maybe we should put them under the dirt
No man stays out that long and turns down a woman.
No, I can't breath like you!
No, you got me out so you could get out. We're even.
No!
No! [Laughing]
Nobody does.
Now how many?
Now I know you can hear me!
Oh, don't worry, my dear. You're not going to have to.
Okay?
Ow.
Please! Oh, please!
Pull! Almost.
Saint Joe, we're close.
Saw one in a picture. How much?
She said she was sorry!
She's mine. Aye. No. No, no I own her. But... No.
She's not your kind
Smokers.
So that's why he's going after Enola... to find Dryland.
Sound it! Sound it! Sound it! Sound it!
The sweet flavor of Dryland.
There!
There's several of us survivors. We'll just start over again.
They'll row for a month before they figure out I'm fakin' it.
This glorious place?
Those who survived have adapted...
Throw the nets!
To your posts!
Try sittin' still.
Wait. Wait! I want to show you this.
Wait. Wait.
We don't spare any go juice findin' her.
We saved your life. We got you out.
We'll have this atoll in no time.
Well, um... Well, you can't do that.
What about the land you promised us?
What...
When the elders say so, you can leave,
Where'd they get it?
Who's that with you?
Why I don't drop both of you in my wake right now.
Without the smoke, I never would have found you.
Yahoo!
You bastard.
You can assume that we're all havin' a real lousy day.
You can make it if you try. Run! Up those stairs. Run! Quickly!
You don't even have a kind.
You don't like my singing, do you?
You know... I said I won't drink.
You pay me to keep the peace.
You were down there a long time.
You will go to bed that night, and you will never wake up.
You're a total freakin' retard
You're taking us to Dryland.
[Chuckling] [Helen] Gregor!
[Enola Grunting] [Gregor Laughing]
[Enola] Gregor, don't leave us! Oh, no!
[Enola] Let me go! Let go! [Deacon] Pilot!
[Gagging] He can hide in the shadow of the noon sun.
[Grunting] [Gunfire]
[Gunfire] [Craft Shuddering]
[Gunfire] Enola, jump.
[Shrieks] Grab on! Hold on, hold on.
Deacon! Wahoo!
Help you? Yeah.
How many G's is that after refinin'? Maybe three refuelers.
Hurry, Gregor! [Gregor] Don't worry.
Is that blood on the seat? I saw...
It doesn't exist! Well, how can you be so sure?
Joe, he's goin' for it. What the hell?
Look at us here today. [Man] Yeah!
Me. You each get one...
Pull! Pull!
Trade? No.
We all burn. Now wait, wait, wait, wait
What... [Mumbling] I don't know.
Where did you get this? From down below.
Wow! Enola!
[Atollers Screaming]
[Birds Chirping Loudly]
[Birds Twittering, Chirping]
[Cackling]
[Cheering Continues]
[Chuckling]
[Crowd Yelling]
[Crowd] Yeah! Yeah!
[Deacon] O ye of little faith.
[Deacon] We'll figure it out back at the 'Deez. Back at the 'Deez, boys.
[Enola Laughing, Giggling]
[Enola] No! Let go!
[Enraged Shout]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]
[Gregor] Are they on yet?
[Gregor] You see? Right down there.
[Groaning]
[Gunfire, Shouting]
[Gunfire]
[Helen Shrieks]
[Helen, Gregor Laughing]
[Helen] It's going down.
[Humming]
[Indistinct Shouting]
[Indistinct]
[Laughing]
[Man Coughing, People Chattering]
[Man Screaming]
[Man Shouting, Indistinct]
[Man] Bones to berries.
[Man] Run!
[Metal Clangs]
[Screaming, Yelling]
[Screaming]
[Screaming]
[Smoker] Break down the door!
[Whinnying]
[Whistles]
[Woman] Enola's the reason we're in all this trouble.
