The Perfect Storm Page #3

-Your day is coming.

Whenever you're ready.

I'll be right up here.

The job ain't hard enough

without this knucklehead.

Let's go.

We're gonna make some money.

Let's go, boys!

Let's go! Come on!

Come on.

Do it, skip, do it.

Make a killing.

One's on.

Fish on.

Have those gaffs ready.

Don't lose him, Murph.

Don't lose him.

Pull him in, Murph.

All right, now, gaff him. Gaff him!

One, two, three!

Pull him in.

Come on, a little bit more.

So what do you think?

Do you think he'll like it?

He'll love it.

Enough to live with me in it?

By now, honey, you know him

much better than I do.

We're gonna make a go of it.

I got confidence in you.

What, are you putting me on?

He's my precious boy.

And you're the woman for him.

That's something I don't joke about.

The activity down near Bermuda

is deepening rapidly.

Given the warm and volatile

Gulf Stream...

...it won't take much to turn

this tropical storm into a hurricane.

This just in, video of Sable Island.

I put so much ground beef and sausage

in this, it weighed out at 20 pounds.

More than most of our fish weigh.

Skipper say anything about us

coming up short?

He's too scared to say.

Skipper don't get scared.

Just disappointed.

You know why this lasagna weighs

It tasted like you

threw in a shot put.

I once worked a site

with a guy like you.

The guy had a real bad accident.

Can't even keep track of them

with so many accidents at sea.

Tough to get an ambulance too.

Keep it up.

Highflyer!

A.P., give me a hand.

Hey, how about a little hand

over here?

You do your job, I'll do mine.

Come on, guys.

Came out here for nothing.

Keep moving, keep moving.

Come on, Sully, let's get

some bait going here.

It's big.

-Something very big.

-Fish on!

Come on, guys.

Oh, yeah.

Come on. Bring it up.

Bring it up.

Get the gaff!

Get it out of here!

Stick him.

Stick it in his head! Good!

Get him off!

-He's got my leg!

-Hang on!

Kick your foot out! Kick it!

Kick your foot out.

Get back!

All right, come on, get it out!

Get it out of here.

-Pull him back!

-Over the side.

You all right?

You're short a boot, rookie!

Beats a leg, don't it?

Okay, we're getting a reading of winds

over 1 40 knots sustained.

Looks like a category 5.

"Billy Tyne is no fine wine

He's lost his touch with our long line

Steamed here and there and all about

What's our tally?

We've struck out"

All right, okay.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Why aren't you downstairs

watching the movie?

One of our three movies?

I know them all by heart.

Skip...

...what are you gonna do

about those sets? They suck.

We ain't doing nothing.

The boys been talking?

About how I lost it?

Billy Tyne's lost it? Gets a little

slow, they'll draw and quarter you.

I just didn't think

you'd go along with it.

I come here because I need the money.

I'm trying for a new start.

Last trip I thought you had

something to offer.

But all in all,

you're just a little punk.

-You promised me a shitload of fish!

-You'll get a shitload of fish.

I've been in bad patches so many times

and came home with so much stock...

...little boys like you had to

pack it on the pier.

I always find the fish! Always!

And I will this time!

So don't f*** with me!

Aye, aye, skip.

Put them closer!

Murph, closer!

Give them a goddamn banquet.

Aye, aye, cap.

You heard him, boys.

Boss ain't happy.

Double-time.

Let's go, Bob.

Sullivan!

I gotta hit you with a fish again

to get you to work?

Lightsticks, now!

Shut up, a**hole!

You couldn't bait fish in a barrel!

-Come on.

-See what I got to deal with?

That's a landlubber.

What an idiot!

Come on, Sully.

What are you, a fisherman or a farmer?

Bugs, help him out.

Hurry up, before the captain sees.

Okay, sure, I'll help him out.

What a screwup!

-You're useless, Sully!

-Lay off, Bugs. You never screw up?

You're nothing but a pimple

on the ass of progress.

I've been on a better slab than this.

I've had it with this.

Take it easy.

It was an accident.

You got the easiest job on the boat,

and you manage to screw it up!

Kiss my ass, you little runt.

And you...!

Murph!

Cap, man overboard!

Take the wheel!

Back her down slow.

Come on, Murph.

We've got Murph!

Come on!

You all right? You all right?

Come on, Murph.

Come on.

Come on.

How was the water, Murph?

Welcome back, Murph!

You did it, Murph.

Hold on a minute.

All right, bend over.

Tetanus.

Who's the hero?

Bobby and Sully.

Sully?

Ladies and gentlemen,

Dale Murphy out of Cortez, Florida.

The only fish the Andrea Gail has

hooked in three days.

How you feeling?

All right.

-Bobby, thank you.

-Don't worry about it.

Sully was the first one to go in.

So I guess you're the big hero here.

Well, you'd have done the same for me.

Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?

Well, you can say what you want...

...but I'm glad you know how to swim.

That's real big of you, Murph.

It's all I can manage now.

All right?

I'll work on it.

Tough guy.

This weather fax just came in.

Edie, have a look at this.

We have got to head in now!

Put it in at Watch Hill!

In this stuff, harbor's too dangerous.

Dangerous?

Dash into shore,

cut across shipping lanes...

This is a hurricane

coming straight at us!

Let me reduce sails, Sandy,

or even go back home.

This is my boat.

We'll ride this thing out.

Not for fun, for safety.

Do what I've always done:

Go with the flow.

Holy sh*t! Rogue wave!

Look out!

Everybody here?

Captain, the boys would like

to have a word with you.

Take over.

When this meeting's over,

straighten this crap up.

So what's the word?

We're starting to get

an unlucky feeling out here.

Murph going over, the shark,

a rogue wave...

Yeah, what else?

Never mind unlucky.

We're just looking for some fish.

We had slumps before, you and l,

but nothing like this.

You boys look like you got busted

in a brawl in Scollay Square.

That's how we feel.

We want to go home.

You want to go home? You lonely for

that young mama who was all over you?

My girl is none of your business.

But you are. If you don't like it,

get the hell off! All of you.

I look around and all I see are

little boys sitting on their asses...

...too scared to go

and get some pay dirt.

Pay dirt? What are you talking about?

Where the hell is that?

We covered the Grand Banks.

The Grand Banks are west of us.

I'm headed east.

The Flemish Cap.

The Flemish Cap?

Why don't we steam to Portugal

while we're at it?

So this is the moment of truth.

This is where they separate

the men from the boys.

How about it?

-Are you Gloucestermen?

-Yeah.

But why go all the way

to the Flemish Cap to prove it?

Tell him, Alfred Pierre.

That's where the fish are.

Do we have any other choice?

Yeah. Crawl home, busted.

-All right, skip.

-All right.

All right.

Whiskey-Yankee-Charlie, 6-6-8- 1,

do you read me?

This is Andrea Gail, Whiskey-

Yankee-Charlie, 6-6-8-1 . Hey, Linda.

What's happening?

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