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.

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