Red Water

We're going to the Black Cove, Andre. | Best fishing in the basin.

The Black Cove's | in the wildlife refuge, Grandpa.

No fishing allowed up there.

Our family's fished the Black Cove | since the Louisiana Purchase, boy.

We ain't gonna stop now, just | because some damn pencil pusher...

...slapped a keep out sign on it.

What in the hell?

Oil well?

- Fire in the hole. | - That wasn't here last month.

- What are they doing? | - Scaring away the fish.

All clear.

Okay, Hank.

- Where are we going now, Grandpa? | - Back down the river to Belle Point.

Ain't no oil wells at Belle Point.

- Still stuck. | - Still? Okay.

Fire two.

- Is that supposed to work? | - It will this time.

Fire in the hole.

Darn.

- Loser buys lunch. | - Well, you better check your wallet.

Dream on, sugar.

- What? | - I felt something.

- Shark. | - In Lake Verret? Girl, you tripping.

Shark!

Get out of the water!

Come on, swim!

No!

- through all the parishes, including | Morgan City and the whole basin.

The temperature's 88 degrees.

Tonight, winds from the southeast | bringing in isolated thunderstorms...

... clearing by morning. Tomorrow's | sunrise is at 6:05, setting at 8:08.

In- between time hot and sticky | with a daytime high of 87.

It'll feel lik e 97 with humidity | crawling up to 88 percent.

And now back | to Louisiana's fav ourite music.

Mr. Sanders, I've reviewed your file.

Over the past three years, | you've been late on 14 payments.

Yes, ma'am. It's...

...a charter fishing boat. | A seasonal business.

On other occasions, | I've paid a month in advance.

Regrettably, there's no provision | in your loan for carrying that credit.

- What's that mean? | - It means just because you paid...

...June in advance, we don't waive | late charges...

...if you're delinquent in October.

Where's Morial? | He's the guy I deal with.

Mr. Morial has retired. | I've taken over his accounts.

Mr. Sanders, you have to make | your payments on time.

- Yes, ma'am. | - Miss one more, we'll call your note.

- Take my boat? | - We will call your note.

How you respond to that | is entirely up to you.

You know I can't pay off | the entire loan...

...so I'm gonna have | to find a buyer, not easy...

...or you're gonna | repossess, right?

It's standard bank policy.

Miss Savoy...

...I make my living with | that boat, and I live on it.

- I appreciate that. | - You don't.

- I beg your pardon? | - Lf you did...

...you'd look at me as a human being, | not just a signature on a bottom line.

Make your payments, Mr. Sanders.

- On time. | - Roger that.

- How about that? | - What's for dessert?

What's happening, rude boy?

All fruits ripe, Rick.

It looks like you're in phat city.

- Long way from the ten toe turbo? | - It looks deceiving, man.

I'm in a cross. That's why I called you.

I got to have what only | Bad Brett can give me.

- Okay, lay it down. | - Yo, homey, what's up with the shark?

That's my cousin, Ice. | Go ahead, show him.

Brett, him a crazy man. | He love to go swim with the sharks.

So one day off Cape Town, | he got bit, so now...

Whenever I get the chance, | I bite back.

- Look, can we...? | - Most def, man. Most def.

You remember Jerry Cullen? | Little Jerry?

- No. | - He was my bayou boy, man.

Ran ganja for me | till Babylon scoop him up.

- So? | - So when he went away...

...he had something belong to me, | and he no give it back.

- Sounds like a job for Ice T over here. | - Name's Ice, shark bait.

Ice don't scuba. You in? | Ten percent finder's fee.

What am I finding?

Three.

- Million? | - Strong money.

- It's interesting. | - Go feed the piranhas.

Five years ago, Jerry was making | a run for me out to Atchafalaya.

- You ever been? | - No, it's south Louisiana, right?

Yeah, man. Deal go down. | Basin Police show up.

Little Jerry, he run, | and he run, and he run.

When he got caught, | guess what's not on the boat.

- Your money. | - He dump it in a river.

- How do you know? | - Little birdie from Flattop told me so.

- Is he out? | - He get out tomorrow.

His woman rent a boat | in Morgan City yesterday.

- I better get on the plane. | - My cousin Ice go with you, man.

- I don't think so. | - Temptation a b*tch, Brett.

And she already burned me once.

Stay out of my way, and we won't have | any problems. You got that, Ice Cube?

Call me anything else | but my name...

...and I'll make your scar | look like a goldfish bite.

- Bark, bark, dog. | - Ease up, now. Ease up.

- Later, Rick. | - Mash it up, Brett.

You can count on that.

When you get my money, | bust a tack up Jerry's ass.

- Double-crossing blood clot. | - Done.

- What about Aquaman? | - You even dream about it...

...you'll probably wind up | like them guppies.

Not even a nibble.

Strange.

This river's usually full of catfish.

What was that?

I don't know.

Driftwood, probably.

Or a gator.

Or the biggest catfish in the river!

- Are you okay? | - Yeah.

Don't you tell nobody about this, see.

I won't.

Some catfish, huh, Grandpa?

Give me your hand, Grandpa.

Grandpa!

- How'd it go, cap? | - Start looking for another job, Emery.

- What's wrong with him? | - Don't know. You okay, son?

Hey, buddy, what happened? | Can you hear me?

- Let's get him up. | - Come on.

- Let's get him some water over here. | - Yeah.

Are you okay, boy?

He doesn't seem to have any injuries.

- Howdy, John. | - Dale.

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