Red Water Page #4

There was another shark attack | this morning by Foulaneaux.

The reward's been doubled | to $1 00, 000...

... so if you land him, | we're partners.

Well done.

You really want to turn this | into a blood fest?

Look.

They've seen our faces, | and they know your name.

Not the one I was born with.

That's you, all right? | I can't take them kind of chances.

You make it any tighter, | he'll lose that leg.

If I don't, he'll lose more than that. | Femoral's been clipped.

Don't let me die.

Our lives don't belong to us, partner.

Jerry.

We can't stop the bleeding. | He needs a doctor!

Yeah.

He should have thought about that | before he got chesty.

Get up.

Everybody on your knees.

- Now! | - Don't do it.

- Get down, punk. | - He can't get us all.

Especially holding his piece | like he's in a rap video.

You could be first, hero.

- Blowout. | - Blowout?

- What the hell's a blowout? | - The well's gonna explode.

- We're dead if we don't shut it down. | - The only thing shutting down is you.

- Can you fix it? | - Not standing here.

Go.

Go! Go!

Clear!

What's going on?

Come on, man, | what's happening? Brett!

- Let's go. | - Come on.

Ice. Bowline, it's gonna blow.

It's gonna blow? | The rig is gonna blow?

I'm taking the Queen.

Gas coming!

- Volume's still rising! | - Hank, close the B.O.P.!

We're gonna have to go manual!

It's jammed!

- Hey, Jerry. | - Yeah?

Don't get lost!

She's gonna kick.

- Hank! Hank! | - Over here!

- You okay? | - Yeah.

- What about your crew? | - Lacombe! Vidrine!

Everyone still breathing?

- Jerry, you okay? | - What do you care?

Oh, we haven't found the money yet. | Then you can kill me.

His name was Lacombe, right?

Right.

Was he married?

- John... | - Hank!

Did he have a family?

Three kids.

Watkin City Harbour Master | calling Bitter End.

Come in, Bitter End.

Come on, John, let's kill this ho.

Everything's fried.

We're gonna have to shut it down | from the bottom B.O.P.

- What are you doing? | - I'm calling Dale Landry.

Mayday! Mayday! | This is Wildcat Delta Blue.

We are being held hostage | by three armed men.

Do you read me? Over.

I repeat, mayday! Mayday...

- It's too late. The call went out. | - No, it didn't.

Your antenna's blown to hell.

Now, I need visibility.

How do I shut down this mess?

This is not a trick question. | Answer me!

We gotta close it down | from the riverbed.

Do it.

Be aware down there.

Hey, after all we've | been through today...

...I sure as hell ain't worried | about some fish.

Good.

Shark! Shark!

Behind you!

John, shark!

- Stay still, partner! | - Hurry, come in!

- God, John. | - Stay still?

Stay still, he won't think you're prey.

Stay still?

Come on, you know that. | You're a fisherman.

Okay, all right. Okay.

Stay still, stay still.

Stay still, stay still.

My ass!

- John, swim! Come on, you can do it! | - Come on, man, swim!

Stay still, huh?

Usually works.

- Yeah! Take that fool! | - You're the fool, Ice.

Shut up before I throw | you over the side.

We gotta get our asses out of here. | That's what we gotta do.

Not without the money, honey.

Who do you think is stupid enough to | get back in the water with that thing?

So, what's in the box?

All I could salvage | from the magazine.

Hang on, Gene. | Don't give up.

Who's that one?

St. Vitus.

Really?

And what's St. Vitus | gonna do for us?

Provide protection from attack | by wild beasts.

I thought that shark | went back out to sea.

So did I.

No, he come home.

The Guardian of the Black Cove.

He don't like us being here.

Did you get it?

Did you get it? The shark?

I don't know.

You don't know? | What you mean, you don't know?

What we gonna do now?

I'll think of something.

They're going to kill us, aren't they?

Only if we let them.

Kelli?

I'm here, Gene.

We had a blowout, didn't we?

Yeah.

Have we hit pay dirt?

Yeah, bigtime.

So I was right?

Yeah, you were right.

I was right.

Why is this happening?

Why doesn't matter.

It just is.

You know, people have been | killing sharks for years.

Most species are almost extinct.

Maybe they're just tired of it.

Maybe.

Maybe something else.

Maybe retribution, yeah?

Everybody on this boat is greedy.

They want money, they want power, | they want oil.

We was put on this earth | to give, not to take.

- The wrath of a vengeful God? | - Lf the gumboot fits, partner.

Or maybe that shark's | just hungry, yeah?

We scared away the fish | he usually eats.

And now we on the menu.

Stop it!

I love sharks, Kelli.

I admire them.

They kill without remorse.

They kill or starve.

Gene is dead. | You must love that.

I didn't kill him.

I've never killed any human being.

You're one of those good bad | guys with a code of honour.

I'm not a bad guy at all.

Spare me.

Well, that's exactly | what I intend to do.

- I had a band once. | - Oh, yeah?

What'd you call it? | Jerry and the Idiots?

We were actually pretty good, dog. | It's a tough business to get into.

You need somebody | on the inside, right?

Someone on your team.

You're a whole lot dumber | than you look.

- Which is why you don't | have to suit up...

...because you saved my life today.

Am I supposed to be grateful?

Is that what you want?

For me to show my gratitude?

Why, Kelli, whatever did you | have in mind?

- Hands up! Drop the knife! | - Well, which is it, pal?

Hands up or drop the knife?

Hands up or drop the knife?

- Don't kill him. | - Why the hell not?

They're going for a little night dive.

- All clear. | - This is crazy.

Like I wanna go diving | with that guppy.

Shut up. | Just do it, all right?

Dumb-ass fish probably | got blown up anyway.

Farmer John goes down first.

What's wrong, Emery?

I mean, other than the general | terror of the situation?

Come again?

- I can't swim. | - You can't swim?

You've been a fisherman all your | life and you can't swim?

I'm sorry, John.

It's okay, partner.

Hey, my man can't swim.

- Prove it. | - Kiss my ass.

I want three men in that water, | and I want that money.

Now, move it.

I'll go.

No, honey. | You're staying right here with me.

You say you never killed anyone.

You wanna start by drowning | a man who can't swim?

Smart.

Smart, ballsy, devious.

You've got all the trimmings, | don't you, baby?

- You sure you wanna do this? | - Hell, no.

It just beats the alternatives.

Listen to me. If you find that money, | you flash your light three times.

Swim to the moon pool. | I'll meet you there.

Do not come back to this boat.

What about him?

We'll trade the money for Emery, | and maybe we'll get out of this alive.

Okay.

I may not get another chance | to say this...

Divers in the water! Now!

- Got the money, honey. | - Yeah!

- It got John! Give me the spear gun! | - It's on the bottom.

- A knife! Anything! | - Whoa, whoa! Back off!

You are not going back | in that water.

- Money. | - Honey.

- Fetti. Cheese. | - Cash.

Snaps.

Quit playing and open | the damn case, Jerry.

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