Captain Ron Page #2

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Have you seen it yet?

Yes, I'm actually looking at it now.

Well, I'm just wondering...

Could you hold on a second?

Excuse me, I'm gonna be a while.

I can signal you when I'm through.

I was wondering what it'd be worth

in less than perfect condition?

I see...

I'll tell you what. Get it up here

and we'll take a look-see.

Not at all. Bye-bye, now.

Patti? We were gonna send

Chuck Petrie to skipper the boat?

- Don't. Just find somebody local.

- From San Pomme de Terre?

Yeah.

( CALYPSO MUSIC)

( CAR BACKFIRES)

This here the Harvey boat?

Who wants to know?

Captain Ron.

- Hey! Are you the captain?

- Ron Rico.

- Call me Captain Ron.

- Hi, Martin Harvey.

- Meet my wife and kids.

- Hi, Mrs Harvey.

Old dog!

She must keep your clock wound.

- No, that's my daughter Caroline.

- My mistake.

Maybe you should

put on some more clothes.

- This is my wife, Katherine.

- What's happening, Kitty?

- Nice to meet you.

- My son Ben.

- Hey, swab.

- What happened to your eye?

- Sweetie, that's rude.

- That's all right. Shark attack.

- A shark ate your eye?

- When I went down off Australia.

- Your boat sank?

- No, it was my boss's boat.

We hit a reef. Huge son-of-a-b*tch.

Ran the whole coast.

- Great Barrier Reef?

- You heard of it? Smart lady.

Well, let's see what kinda

trouble this tub's in.

Yeah, just go... The engine is...

- Honey.

- Yeah?

- Honey, did we get a resum on him?

- I'm sure he's fine.

He's already gone to work.

There is no problem. I'll just

go down and show him a few things.

We should tell him

that we don't know much about boats.

I wouldn't worry about it, dear.

It's the genuine article, all right.

Fairchild Marine. 1200 ponies.

- It drips a lot of oil, doesn't it?

- All diesels do that.

All diesels do that, honey.

Diesels love oil

like a sailor loves rum.

- Yes! Why is that, Captain Ron?

- Nobody knows.

We have to fill her up every morning.

It's a greasy job, but must be done.

- Ben, that sounds like...

- You'd better do it.

- You take out the trash, swab.

- Oh, man!

Hey, swab. Come here.

Listen up. The way it works

shipwards is, you do your job.

You do it good, maybe you'll

get promoted from swab to mate.

Get out.

- Sort of an incentive kind of deal.

- That's good.

Yeah, incentives are important.

I learned that in rehab.

God, it's ridiculous.

- You got dry rot. Every boat has it.

- Every boat.

You are lucky,

yours is above the water line.

Well, most of it, anyway.

All right, let's light the fire.

- I really hate this!

- Are you OK? Will it come off?

- Sure. Turpentine will do the trick.

- Let's see how fast it'll go.

Not yet. We got to be sure

she's shipshape, right, Captain?

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