The Perfect Storm

Bobby.

Bobby.

No!

All right, we lined up?

Get that line.

Put the stern line on quick.

Bobby!

Hey, baby!

Missed you.

Hey, big man, how you doing?

-Hey, Murph!

-Hey, Ethel.

How you doing? Welcome home.

-You seen Deb and my boy?

-No, I'm sorry.

Ma!

-How you doing, beautiful?

-Hello, Bobby.

Home safe.

Who's that?

-OI' Ben.

-No.

Poor old guy.

Hey, Linda.

-Hey, boss.

-What's the score?

My kind of numbers.

I lost Ben Pulley.

He passed away onboard.

Sorry to hear that.

How'd you hit it, Billy?

Didn't hit very hard, did you?

We all have slumps, but you're overdue

to break out of yours.

Did you hear the lady?

Ben Pulley's dead.

That old man pickled himself to death

drinking 7&7s chasing Narragansetts.

Linda, with Ben, it was never

a question of "if," but "when."

-I'll bury him.

-I'll pay for it.

See, you got what you wanted.

Bring in your fish.

It shouldn't take too long.

Murph.

Sign my ledger.

Shatford.

Sign my ledger.

What's the matter?

It's $2221 .

Aren't we a little short?

We were sharing up last night.

I thought it'd be three plus.

You stocked 21,000 pounds at 3.50

a pound. That comes to $73,000.

Minus $35,000 for bait, tackle, fuel.

That comes out to $38,500.

I get half. I own the boat.

Your captain takes double share,

four crewmen get a share each.

And a rookie like you,

three-quarters share.

That comes to $2221 .

What it is, is what it is.

Sign the ledger.

Moran.

You going out again this season,

skipper?

Why?

You got a site in Florida?

Bradenton Beach.

The Cecile.

Pack your sh*t and get out.

You like Florida?

Well, it beats the Grand Banks

in October.

It gets rough up here,

Dougie likes the sun down there.

Or he thinks he'll score better

with another captain.

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

Goodbye.

Here's your cut. $5923.76.

Sign the ledger.

That's a record low for you,

isn't it?

Next time, track Linda.

She'll take you where the fish are.

You're getting to be rude, you know?

I like you, Billy.

I always have.

But I like my boat better.

If you can't make it pay,

I'll find somebody who can.

You trying to put a charge up my ass?

You're on a cold streak.

I'm encouraging you

to catch fish.

I'll bring you more fish

than you ever dreamed of.

Next time I fish the Grand Banks,

they won't be so grand.

You just struck out

on the Grand Banks.

Then I'll go further.

Don't even think about it.

I want my boat back.

And I want to catch some fish.

It's what I do.

Not lately.

Want to yank my site, you go ahead.

-Murph.

-Hey, skip.

What are you doing out here?

Get in there. Get drunk.

Waiting on my ex...

...and my son.

Give him lots of

hugs and kisses tonight.

You don't gotta remind me

to do that, skip.

Ladies, you're looking fine.

How you doing?

Can I buy you a drink?

What, what, what?

Hey, rookie.

What are you so happy about?

It wasn't exactly a slammer

up on the Grand Banks.

Isn't it past your bedtime?

Bugs, how you making out?

I'm not.

I don't know.

Maybe I smell like fish.

-You need a new deodorant.

-Maybe I need a new face.

Frickin' Alfred Pierre.

They were upstairs, they come down,

a little refreshment.

Now they're going back up again.

Half an hour ago, they shook

the lamps over the bar.

Last time she brought her sister.

You should've seen the lamps then.

How do he do it, mon?

I think he's fishin'

with a longer pole, Bugs.

What happened?

They had a sale on kids' shoes

at Ames.

Sorry.

No problem.

Hi.

Hello.

So you want to have a drink?

Come on, Debra.

What do you say, for old times' sake?

It was the old times that killed us.

Is that what it was?

There you go.

I'm a little short.

It wasn't exactly a slammer.

Half for you.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm working.

Want to come with your daddy?

Shoot some pool?

Have a drink?

Just bring him home in an hour.

Good shot, buddy.

All right, Sully, you think about it.

All right?

Bugs.

Murph, come here.

Here comes your fearless leader,

Captain Billy Tyne.

I got a feeling skipper's

coming to give us bad news.

Lady's not only pretty, she's smart.

Yeah, we're going back out.

What'd I tell you?

-When?

-A few days.

"Few" means two?

Two days is right.

Skip, we just got back in.

You don't want your site,

a replacement's a call away.

Join me, don't join me.

There's time for one last shot.

The Andrea Gail will take it.

This time I promise you, we'll

come back with a shitload of fish.

Excuse me, men, madam.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna tell him to

stick his head up his ass.

I'd like to hear that.

Hear what?

I'd like to hear you tell him

to stick it up his ass.

Go on, Bob.

Yeah, that's just how I'll tell him

as soon as we get back.

You're a bastard.

Why? Why do I even love you?

-Come on.

-No. Why? Why, Bobby?

When you get the answer, tell me.

I could use it myself.

-Get laid, Bugsy.

-Easy for you to say.

Go on up there.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

You're going away again?

Yeah.

Take me with you.

Come here.

Go back, Bobby.

Go back to what you did before.

-Pack cod, repair tackle.

-I'm sick of that.

It's safe and it pays.

Not enough.

Just one more time. I promise.

I have to try it again.

We need the money, baby.

Money. It's always about the money.

Well, I got a divorce lawyer,

a mountain of debt.

And there's your two kids.

You gotta get them back.

Do you think you'll love them?

They're yours, aren't they?

Hey, beautiful.

Yeah, you.

Buy you a drink?

Seeing as I got two in front of me,

I don't think so.

I'm not very observant, am I?

I got a feeling, yeah,

along with a lot of other things.

Why don't we start over?

You know what would look good on you?

Me.

No good?

Have a drink. It's not that bad.

Thank you. Here's to crime.

You're pathetic.

You still want to be a fisherman?

Who told you I wanted to be

a fisherman?

You want to come with me.

I want to come with you,

but I don't want to be a fisherman.

You know, buddy...

...one of these days your mom's

gonna find you a new dad.

I don't want a new dad.

I'm sorry.

Your mom can't sit around

by herself all the time.

She isn't sitting around.

I'm sure he's a good guy.

I know your mom wouldn't take up

with anybody but a good guy.

And you know, buddy...

...the most important thing is

that you and Mommy are happy.

Can we talk about something else now?

I miss you too, buddy.

I miss you so damn much.

What'd you say your name was again?

Irene. Is that so tough?

I'm sorry. Listen.

Could I maybe take you home?

I don't think so.

I came to watch the game. Instead I

got schnockered with Bugsy.

-What does Bugsy stand for anyway?

-Michael.

That's a nice name.

Why don't you use it?

Because people know me as Bugsy.

I'm gonna shove off now.

Big day tomorrow.

I can't take you home?

What, in a wheelbarrow?

Crew guys like you never have cars.

Lay off. I got feelings too.

Where, down in your pants?

Jesus, lady, where's the passion

in your life?

Home in bed.

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