(UPBEAT 1950s MUSIC PLAYING)
(UPBEAT 1950s MUSIC CONTINUES ON RADIO)
GUS: Bernie, seriously...
this is where they asked us to meet? (LAUGHING)
BERNIE: Yeah. What do you mean?
GUS: (GASPS) Oh, I think I see her.
BERNIE: Where?
GUS: Oh, that's gotta be her. (CONTINUES LAUGHING)
So, what are we gonna do?
Are we gonna grab a milkshake, Bernie?
Is that why we're here?
BERNIE: Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I guess.
GUS: All right. You're gonna owe me big for this.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So...
(WHISTLES)
You think I should have worn the other shirt?
You look nice. (LAUGHS)
I don't know, Gus. Maybe, she...
What if she don't like the look of me or something?
Bernie. Come on.
Are you serious? What about her?
Aren't you dying to see what she looks like?
She could be a dog.
No, she isn't a dog.
(SCOFFS) She could be.
I already know what she looks like in my head.
- She ain't a dog. -(SNICKERS)
So, uh...
You been talking to her for weeks on the phone, right?
- Yeah. - Right?
Yeah.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
She likes you from talking to you, Bernie.
And I don't think you gotta worry about her...
getting a good look at ya.
That ain't never been your problem.
Let's go.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(KNOCKS ON WINDOW) Come on.
Should have worn the other shirt.
(GUS EXHALES)
(GUS BLOWING)
I'm the one taking a risk.
Doubling with some girl I ain't never even spoke to...
let alone seen!
I don't know why this Miriam girl...
says it's gotta be a double date, anyway. (LAUGHS)
Maybe she's not sure about me yet.
How can anybody not be sure about you, Bernie?
Yeah. Thanks, Gus.
Yeah, hey, don't tell none of the guys...
down at the station about this.
It's not like you've never been on a date before.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
- CATHERINEI All set there? - Uh...
Excuse me.
Are you Miriam?
No. (LAUGHS)
I'm her friend.
She's, uh...
Hi. How you doin'? I'm Gus.
- Catherine. -It's nice to meet you.
(LAUGHS)
Okay. We'll talk later.
(CHUCKLES) Bye.
Hi.
Wait.
You are Bernie Webber, right?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm Bernie.
(LAUGHS)
GUS: Hey, you two, let's go grab a drink.
Yeah.
You wanna go?
Sure.
How you doin'? I'm Gus.
You know, for a minute there...
I thought it was Smokey the Bear...
makin' a call in that booth.
(STAMMERS) 'Cause of your jacket.
On. (LAUGHS)
CATHERINE: Bernie...
Miriam's never been on a boat. She's scared of the water.
Has she never?
I told her I don't know how...
she's gonna date a guy in the Coast Guard.
I'm not scared. I live on the Cape.
Don't worry, Miriam. You know, we, uh...
We all get scared out there.
I'm not afraid of the water, Bernie.
It scares me at night, that's all.
You can't see what's underneath.
Just more water.
(CHUCKLES)
(UPBEAT 1950s MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
GUS: You know, I get funnier as the night goes on.
So, why, uh... Why didn't you wanna meet me for a date?
Why'd you... Why'd you wait so long?
I didn't know if you'd be a...
If I'd what?
- You know. - No.
You're so handsome...
I just didn't know if you'd be attracted to me.
Oh, God, no, Miriam.
You're exactly how I pictured you.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah.
Better.
(LAUGHS)
You know... (CLEARS THROAT) My brother, uh...
He always says that, "When you know, you just know."
Which one?
Uh, all of it. I guess, you know, everything.
No. I mean, which brother?
Oh. (SIGHS) AY---
Uh, Paul. My brother, Paul.
He's the one who fought over in Germany, right?
In Germany, yeah.
He's the oldest. Father's favorite.
All three of my brothers went over to the war.
He's your father's what?
(GUS LAUGHING)
GUS: Hey.
We should get Miriam out on a boat tonight.
What do you say, Bernie, hmm?
We take out the dory.
It'll be fantastic.
You know we can't do that, Gus.
We could get in trouble.
Come on, Bernie. It'll be fun.
Rules are rules.
No. (LAUGHS) We don't gotta row out far.
Just so this sweet girl can say...
she's been on a boat, that's it.
A rowboat? No.
(SCOFFS) No.
No, no. Small boats that...
How about one of those bigger boats? Tied up to the dock?
If Bernie's with me, I'll do it.
GUS: Oh, a fishing boat? (LAUGHS)
Those fishermen don't want us around...
unless we're pullin' them in.
They think they own the goddamn water.
-(CATHERINE LAUGHS) - They're not very nice.
Come on. Don't be such a fathead, Miriam.
Yeah.
Let's go out on the dory. What's there to be afraid of?
(WHISPERS) What's underneath, right?
Hey there, Mr. Stello. How's it goin'?
- Hey, Bernie. - Mr. Ryder.
Hey, so you see that girl sitting over there?
The one with the coat looks like a bear, Bernie?
- Yeah. - Can't miss her.
I said the same thing myself. Funny you should say that.
Looks like Smokey, right? Smokey the Bear.
I don't know no Smokey, Bernie.
Oh, it's just a cartoon.
Anyway, Mr. Stello, she thinks...
she's scared of going out on a boat.
And I don't think we should row out on a dory.
I don't want her gettin' sick on that nice, big coat.
So, I was wondering if...
So, you wanna take her on the Anna G round the harbor?
Yeah.
CARL: Can't row out on that dory
even if ya wanted, right, Bernie?
- Carl, stop. - Year anniversary's coming.
My sister's now livin' in my house.
How's it going with you, Bernie?
That's enough, Carl. He did all he could.
I am sorry, Mr. Nickerson.
I didn't mean to upset you.
Just wanted to ask Mr. Stello...
about borrowing a boat.
- GUS: Got you. I got you. -(CATHERINE LAUGHS)
This is a boat. (LAUGHS)
BERNIE: Give me your hands.
- It's okay. -(BOTH LAUGHING)
(PLAYING 1950s MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
♪ Now the hacienda's dark a'
♪ The town is sleeping 4'
♪ Now the time has come to part a'
♪ The time for weeping 4“
♪ Vaya con dios, my darling ♪
BERNIE: Just, uh...
- Just follow my arms, okay? - Mmm-hmm.
- Stay with me. -(BOTH LAUGHING)
-it's all about the rhythm. - Mmm-hmm.
Okay? So it's, uh... So it's, uh...
Here we go.
BOTH: One, two, three.
Right, left, right.
One, two, three.
- One, two, three. One... -(LAUGHS)
I can't one, two, three to this.
- Let's just sit down, Bernie. - No, sweetheart.
Look, all you gotta do is you gotta relax and be patient...
and settle in my hand.
Hey, look, just... Here...
settle in my hand. You feel that?
Mmm.
Just listen to the music, right?
And... One, two, three.
One, two, three. Right, left, right.
You're doing great.
♪ Now the dawn is breaking through a'
♪ A gray tomorrow a“
♪ But the memories we share Are there to borrow a'
(SIGHS)
♪ Vaya con dios, my darling ♪
Will you marry me?
What?
Will you marry me?
Uh...
No.
(INHALES SHAKILY)
♪ Vaya con dios, my darling ♪
♪ Vaya con dios... ♪
BERNIE: Miriam, hold on!
(MIRIAM SIGHS)
It's cold, sweetheart.
Don't you wanna go back inside?
The band's not through.
It's cold. Do you feel that? There's a storm comin'.
Okay.
Okay, what?
Okay, let's get married.
(STAMMERING) I just... I don't wanna...
Wanna what?
Well, it's only been a few months...
and it's still winter, after all.
And, look, there's a storm comin'.
It's just like this one that come through last year.
What does that...
I heard it's gonna miss us.
Yeah, but maybe not. You never know.
Some people, they're just not cut out for this.
Sometimes you go out and you don't come back.
Are you talking about the storm...
or marriage, Bernie?
I think I'm talking about the storm, right?
You're scared of a storm?
No.
I don't want to disappoint nobody.
And...
I don't wanna lose you. I love you.
So...
Yeah, let's get married.
You sure?
Oh, yeah.
When?
You want me to pick a date? No!
When do you wanna get married?
April 16th.
Okay.
Okay. April 16th it is.
But, uh, I gotta ask permission from Cluff first.
You gotta ask permission?
Yeah, it's from my commanding officer.
It's Coast Guard regulation.
But I promise I'll ask him tomorrow.
Okay, Bernie.
Let's get you home.
(MIRIAM LAUGHS)
- Man, you can dance. -(CHUCKLES)
Ah, look at that. It's already starting to snow. Hmm?
(WIND HOWLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
SYBERT: Can you hear me over this hummin', Captain?
That fracture they welded last month...
is not gonna hold in these seas, Cap.
Takes a bad jolt, she could fracture again.
(MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
I don't have to go on deck, Cap.
I can hear it from right down here.
That weld is really hummin'.
It's hummin', sir. The weld is, uh... Hummin'.
Uh, I'd like to take it down to three knots, please.
(SCOFFS) Uh...
If we don't slow her down, Captain...
we might not have a, uh...
A position to hold.
Uh, no problem, Cap.
Uh, holdin' at seven knots. Thank you, sir.
(MAN CONTINUES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey,POP?
I hear it.
You wanna go up on deck?
Have a look at those crack arrestors...
holdin' that weld together?
(LAUGHS) Might as well go be get a hat, Popo.
What did he say?
Uh, he says he would like you...
to consider taking a hat with you, as well.
(LAUGHS)
Get some sleep.
TINY: J' For the people all said sit down ♪
♪ Sit down, you're rockin' the boat 4“
Hey, Pops!
What do you know about this weather?
It's killin' me and young Eldon here.
Tiny, sure it's the weather? Maybe it's your singing.
♪ For the people all said sit down a'
♪ Sit down, you're rockin' the boat 4“
Come on.
♪ The people all said sit down a'
♪ Sit down, you're rockin' the boat 4“
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Ah, it's gonna get worse.
(PANTING)
FRANK: Sybert!
I didn't make it topside.
That weld can't hold in these seas.
You gotta slow her down.
I'm calling the captain back.
(GROANS)
(SEAMEN SCREAMING)
(SEAMEN YELPING)
(SEAMEN GROANING)
(GROANS LOUDLY)
SEAMAN 1: It's coming in!
- You okay, Pops? - Yeah.
(GRUNTS)
SEAMAN 2: Go up!
(SEAMEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
We've got a hull fracture in the engine room!
All hands muster mattresses...
blankets, whatever you can get your hands on!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Tchuda.
Yeah, boy?
I can't get anyone on the bridge.
I need you to go up and tell the captain...
we got an 18-foot fracture in our hull.
Tell him these pumps are holding for now...
but we don't put her into port, we're gonna wreck.
Captain don't understand me, Bouloo.
I know he can't understand you...
but he doesn't listen to anyone, anyway.
-(WIND HOWLING) -(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GROANS)
(GASPING)
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
(WIND HOWLING)
(BLOWS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
- Cold out there? (CHUCKLES) - Yeah.
You still tryin' to fix that darn thing?
Yeah.
Oh, come on. Fitzy, it's useless.
Let the guy who fixes it come fix it.
I would if he would show up.
What's this on the radio, ship breaking up?
That's the Fort Mercer.
Fort Mercer?
She's a big lady. She's a T2 tanker.
Started radioin' a couple hours ago.
Apparently she's got a big crack in her hull.
It's spillin' oil all over the place.
She's, uh, about 20 miles east off of Nantucket.
It sounds like Boston and Nantucket...
are sendin' out their entire fleet, huh?
We could be next.
They're saying gale force winds...
50 to 60 miles per hour.
Yeah. Yeah.
ANNOUNCER: (ON RADIO) ...waves at 50 feet. Over.
It's gonna be a mess.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
Oh, uh, Bernie, Bernie.
Uh, Miriam called for you.
Yeah.
Good luck, pal.
- CLUFF: Yeah. - Mr. Cluff?
It's me, Bernie, sir.
Webber. Pick yourself a crew.
Go out there, help them fishermen...
secure their boats to the pier.
Oh. Uh, yes, sir.
Sir, I need to ask you a question.
Uh...
I need permission about a girl, you know?
Permission? Permission... For a girl?
FITZGERALD: Mr. Cluff, it's working.
Yes, sir.
Not now, Webber.
(STAMMERS) But, sir. It's not just "some girl," sir...
Not now, Webber.
We're back up.
Cluster here's the Mercer rescue, right?
And this here other pip, two miles from here.
We must still be gettin' phantom echoes.
How we supposed to tell where anything is out there?
When's that technician c0min', Fitzpatrick?
And where the hell's Chief Bangs?
Uh...
It's Fitzgerald, sir.
(IN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Chief Bangs...
is in the mess hall, sir.
You makin' fun of my accent...
'cause I'm not from around here?
No, Mr. Cluff.
Why are you still standing here, Webber?
Sir, but...
Take Livesey here with you, go tie up them fishin' boats.
Yes, sir.
You want me to go with Webber, sir?
Secure fishing boats?
You didn't hear me, Livesey? Uh, yeah, you with Webber.
Sorry, Richie. His orders, you know.
(RICHIE SIGHS)
(ALL PRAYING)
That's enough time, what do you think, huh?
We're takin' on water, we gotta launch them lifeboats.
Why you gotta be such a jackass, Brown?
Least we can do, pray for the captain, Chief Collagen...
Rest of them men. All good men.
Hey, ain't we good men, Quirey?
Ah, don't get me wrong.
Prayin's great, but it ain't everything.
We need to actually do somethin'.
FRANK: Sybert.
A word.
That hothead Brown, he wants to launch the lifeboats.
The lifeboats?
Quirey, he wants to do nothin'.
Now, between them, the two of them...
are getting the men worked up.
(FRANK GROANS)
Now, I figure that you know the boat better than anybody.
You're practically married to it.
So, I think they'll listen to ya.
Listen to me?
Pop, those men don't like me.
Nobody on the ship likes me but you and Tchuda.
They might not like you, but they'll know to listen to ya.
We don't know if the captain got off an S.O.S.
Radio room's gone. We can't call nobody!
It's just Garcia over there with a little shortwave...
tryin' to pick up chatter.
I mean, as far as we know...
nobody even knows we're out here.
Now I'm saying we launch them lifeboats now...
and we get off this ship while we can.
How are you gonna get 'em down in the water in this storm?
It can't be done, those boats are too small.
It's suicide, Brown.
BROWN: You can't do this, you can't do that.
What do you want us to do, Quirey?
Just sit up here and do nothin'?
That's it, no officers, no orders.
Every man for himself.
That ain't the way, Brown.
That never did nothing for nobody.
Now, the ship's split...
at the bulkheads separating tanks eight and nine.
Mr. Sybert says that the other tanks aren't fractured...
So the air in the ballast tanks should keep us afloat.
But Mr. Sybert also says that...
Mr. Sybert says this, Mr. Sybert says that.
He's a big boy.
Let him say it himself. He's right here.
Go ahead.
Uh...
We're sinking. (CHUCKLES)
(ALL SIGH)
SYBERT: Yeah, but the whistle works.
So, we should keep blowing that.
Maybe somebody“ 'near u.
I don't know, but we're definitely sinking.
The crack in the engine room is takin' on too much water.
Pumps can't keep up.
If the water reaches the air-intake in the engine...
we're going to, uh, lose all the power.
And if we lose all the power, we lose the pumps.
When we lose the pumps...
She's gonna drop pretty quick.
How long have we got before that happens?
Four, maybe five hours.
(SEAMEN MURMURING)
We need to buy ourselves some time.
So somebody can find us.
If anybody's even lookin'.
QUIREY: Even if they do know we're here...
those seas are big enough.
I mean, it ripped this thing in half.
How the hell are they gonna get out?
That's why I'm sayin' we gotta launch some lifeboats.
Our luck's runnin' out.
I don't believe in luck, Brown.
Put those lifeboats out in those seas...
they won't last 12 seconds.
You and Quirey both...
you just wanna sit around and do nothin'.
You got a better idea, Sybert...
or you just go back, hide down below?
(SCOFFS)
We're gonna run her aground.
- ALLI Huh? -(STAMMERS) Do what?
You wanna run her aground, Sybert?
Even if you could with half a ship, why would you?
She'd break apart, dump us all out in that sea.
SYBERT: It's our only choice.
We're gonna find a soft shoal, and we'll lay her up.
We'll slow the water that's coming in.
We'll stay in the same spot. We'll blow the whistle.
We'll give whoever's coming to look for us...
a chance to find us.
You're gonna steer a ship without hydraulics?
That's your plan? How's that gonna work?
I'm gonna build a manual tiller.
BROWN: Hey, Sybert, why should we even listen to you?
The only thing you ever cared about was this ship.
Man, I'll tell you what.
You two make a cute couple at the bottom of the ocean.
Me, I'm gonna get on a lifeboat.
Look.
We'll insert a steel beam into the steering quadrant.
We'll put pulleys on the end of it for leverage.
And we'll move her manually.
(SEAMEN MURMURING)
DOMINGO: Excuse me. Excuse me.
I think I got the radio working.
MALE DISPATCHER: Bearing 83 degrees true...
27 miles from Pollock Rip Light.
About 20 miles east of Nantucket...
"East of Nantucket"? That ain't the Pendleton.
Fort Mercer's emergency condition...
Fort Mercer. That's another T2.
Another tanker split in two besides us.
But if everyone's gonna help them, who's gonna...
Who's gonna come for us?
How you feelin'?
- You all right? - Mmm.
(CHUCKLES)
Did you, uh, ask Cluff, yet?
No.
Why don't you ask him?
- Webber! - What's wrong with you?
- Webber! - What?
You ask him yet? You ask Cluff?
I told you not to tell nobody.
I'm sorry, I'm not havin' a very good day.
BERNIE: I know you're not feeling well...
You know, Webber...
you don't need permission to get married.
No, actually, you do, Chief.
- Unless you're underage. -(RICHIE LAUGHS)
Thanks, Chief, just following regulations.
Let's go get suited up.
Uh, it's not regulation, Webber.
It's just a formality, like a courtesy.
And, hey, did I hear right, that she asked you?
Following orders, right, Webber?
Yeah. Yeah, she asked me, Chief.
WOW. (CLEARS THROAT)
Wow. You, uh, sure you got your pants on, Webber...
or is she wearin' 'em?
Soundshke this girl cut off your...
What, Webber? What? Huh?
Don't you got boats to tie up?
She's my fiancée, sir.
Who asked you...
to be married.
(MEN SNICKERING)
Come on, Richie, let's go.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - One moment.
Uh-huh, sure.
OPERATOR 1: I'm sorry, sir. Please speak up.
OPERATOR 2: This line is bad, ma'am.
I'll try and reconnect it to you.
OPERATOR 3: Please, sir. The lines are down.
Bernie? How are you? How's work?
Yeah, it's been one of those days, you know.
But how are you?
Hey, you're not the radar technician, are you?
Uh, no.
I was ordered to hole up here till the storm passes.
Catch a ride back out to my lightship.
Um, you can go wait in the mess hall, if you want to.
Now is not a good time, you know.
Um, I gotta get ready to go...
down to the pier, tie up some boats. So...
MIRIAM: I wish you were here with me.
I'm hearin' all sorts of things...
about a ship breakin' up, and I...
- Oh. - OPERATOR 43 Hello?
What, you okay?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, we just lost our lights.
You better go find 'em, then. (LAUGHS)
CLUFF: Nantucket's dispatched their 36-footer to the Mercer.
We got orders to do the same.
You asked Cluff yet? That's him, right?
Not yet, sweet-... Uh...
I'll explain later.
- I... I gotta go. - Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Yeah, bye.
(MEN LAUGHING)
DONALD: The best part of it is...
she had no idea who I was.
(CLEARS THROAT) Bangs?
Pick yourself a crew...
take the 36500 out of Old Harbor.
Proceed to the Fort Mercer...
20 miles east of here off Nantucket, you hear?
DONALD: Uh, whoa, I don't believe
we'd get over the bar in this weather, Mr. Cluff.
We're better off takin' the 36383 out of Stage Harbor.
That would take longer, right?
Not much.
-(SCOFFS) - What do you think, Webber?
You're a bosun mate, too.
You know what it's like out there.
Yeah, look. No one's gettin' over the bar...
in this weather, Mr. Cluff.
Nobody.
It's a suicide mission.
We should take the 36383 out of Stage Harbor.
It'll take longer, sure.
At least we'll be able to get out.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Godspeed, Chief.
Webber, take Gouthro and Livesey down to the fish pier.
Yes, sir.
(WIND HOWLING)
(SHIP HORN BLOWING IN THE DISTANCE)
(HORN CONTINUES BLOWING)
(SNEEZES)
Don't get me sick, Gus.
You shouldn't even be out here.
Why you always raggin' on us, Richie?
Don't take it out on us...
'cause you couldn't go out with Bangs.
At least he'll get out.
Screw you. That were a year ago.
Screw you.
No one could have got over the bar that day.
Bangs coulda.
Oh, really, Richie.
He's not trying to get across the bar today.
No, he's taking the 36383...
right out from the nice, protected bay side.
- Ah. -(GUS COUGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
Bernie, it doesn't matter what Richie here thinks...
or Bangs or Carl Nickerson or nobody.
Nobody could have got out to save the men on the Landry.
Sometimes, you know...
Sometimes men die, Bernie.
(SIGHS)
(SEAMEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
SYBERT: All right. Here we go.
(SEAMEN GRUNTING)
All right, hang on.
Easy, now. Easy, fellas.
- I got it. - SYBERT: Okay, up, up, up!
One...
Two.
All together now.
- Three! -(ALL GRUNTING)
FRANK: Tie it down, boys. I got it.
SYBERT: All right. Now we've got a tiller.
We're gonna drive her up on the shoal.
Uh-uh. Brown and them others...
they're getting ready to launch them lifeboats.
They think it's their best hope.
SYBERTI Oh, Pop.
We need every guy we got.
Well, they're gonna take them lifeboats.
(SIGHS)
(SEAMEN ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)
(GRUNTS)
What are you tryin' to do, Sybert?
FRANK: Get Off him!
You come up here tryin' to kill us?
Are you trying to kill us?
TINY: Back off him.
Get up!
You're out of your mind!
QUIREY: Brown, hejust saved your life, okay?
The boat's in pieces. It's gone!
Enough!
That boat is too small for these seas.
And this ship will be sunk by nightfall.
Now, every fella here wants to live...
and the only way that happens is if we run her aground!
We gotta set up a watch and look out for a shoal.
I need four men working the pulleys...
on the emergency tiller.
I need four men manning the pumps, aft to steering...
and the rest of you run a bucket line...
topside down below...
...communicate with the engine room.
And somebody...
keep blowing that whistle.
You heard him, boys! Now move it! Come on!
Soundshke you're the man now, Sybert.
I hope you didn't just kill us all.
(SIGHS)
CARL: I saw a Ship driftin'.
Heard it whistle.
A distress signal. 45 minutes ago, Bernie.
From my house.
Uh...
With the wind blowin' south, and those currents...
I guess that'd put her close to here about now...
comm' up over the bar.
Can't be part of the Mercer, Bernie.
She's off Nantucket, 40 miles southeast of here.
Means she would have drifted northwest then, right?
I know what I heard.
Know what I saw.
Well, okay, then, uh...
How about we go back to the station...
see if we can get to the bottom of it?
Just got off the phone with Boston.
They diverted a plane from the Mercer...
and it sighted the stern of the tanker Pendleton...
five miles east of here.
Oh, my God.
Two tankers broken in half in one day.
That's gotta be some kind of record.
Boston and Nantucket have dispatched...
all their boats to the Mercer.
They can't make it here in this weather.
(RADAR BEEPING)
Webber.
Pick yourself a crew.
Take that 36500 out and you go over the bar...
and you find the stern of the Pendleton. You hear?
Uh... Yes, sir.
Um...
You fellas want to get warmed up...
get some coffee?
Bernie.
Yeah.
Uh...
What?
What Carl's trying to say...
This isn't about the Landry.
Oh, sure it is.
Richie.
RICHIE: Eight men died that night.
You and Gus and Masachi couldn't even get out.
What makes you think you can do it now?
You know the bar on this kind of day, right, Bernie?
Yeah.
That man in there don't know what he's doin'.
He's sending you out to die.
You can't make it over Chatham bar on a day like this.
Can't stay afloat for long on half a ship neither.
Mr. Stello, in the Coast Guard they say, you gotta go out.
But they don't say you gotta come back in.
That's regulation, you know.
Bernie, better you get lost...
afore you get too far out, then.
Oh, don't worry about me, Mr. Ryder.
I can't get lost out there.
I know those waters pretty good.
How could I get lost?
No, no, no, no, Bernie. What Dave's trying to say...
you should just motor around the harbor...
say you tried to get out and couldn't.
You know?
Thank you, Mr. Ryder. Thank you.
But, Mr. Stello, I'm gonna do my best to get out there.
I don't know if I will, but I'm gonna try.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Okay.
I guess Richie's in.
Who else?
Uh, I don't know, Gus. You can hardly lift your head.
Who else you gonna take, Bernie?
Fitz is the only other engineman left.
And he's only third class...
and he don't got the experience.
I'll... I'll g0.
(STAMMERS) Yeah, I can do the job.
I mean, I can do it. You can't go.
You're sick as a dog, Gus.
He's right, Gus.
One more.
(RICHIE CLEARS THROAT)
Someone has to go out there and save those guys, right?
That's why I signed up. Guess now's my chance.
Seaman Ervin Maske, Stonehorse lightship.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(WIND HOWLING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(HORN BLOWING LOUDLY)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Pumps aren't keepin' up.
Three more feet...
till we lose the engines.
Can you lock that boiler on full?
You crazy to think you can steer her broken...
with a couple of ropes and a hand-made tiller, boy.
You got a better idea? I'm all ears.
There! A shoal about a mile distance!
We can make that!
Rudder, 15 degrees to port!
Half-speed if we want to hit it head on!
Gotta make a turn 80 degrees on the compass to 310!
(PANTING)
Rudder, 15 degrees port! Half-speed!
80 degrees to 310 on compass!
15 degrees port! Half-speed! 80 degrees to 310 on compass!
Rudder, 15 degrees port! Half-speed!
80 degrees to 310 on the compass!
Rudder, 15 degrees port! Half-speed!
80 degrees to 310 on compass!
Rudder, 15 degrees port! Half-speed!
80 degrees to 310 on compass!
Rudder, 15 degrees port! Half-speed!
80 degrees to 310 on the compass!
Rudder, 15 degrees port! Half-speed!
80 degrees to 310 on compass!
Rudder, 15 degrees port. Half-speed.
80 degrees to 310 on compass.
Thank you, Eldon.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(GRUNTS)
All right! You guys! NOW, pull!
-(SEAMEN GRUNTING) - Pull, pull, pull! Come on!
Please tell me we're takin' that boat...
to a bigger boat.
You ever been on a rescue mission before?
No.
Mostly I just chip paint.
Sometimes I cook for the boys.
Great.
(GRUNTING)
BERNIE: All right, you, uh, take the glory hole.
Maske. Ervin Maske.
Ervin, yeah.
Uh, Richie, drop the mooring line when you can.
Last known position of the Pendleton is here.
So, I figure once we cross the bar...
I reckon with the currents...
she'll have drifted about here.
That's six miles from us.
So, you think Bernie can get us out past the bar in this?
I've never seen anything like it.
Yeah, I mean, he's just gotta be sure...
that he doesn't pitchpole us, that's all.
Huh?
The power of the waves on that bar...
they can pick you up...
they can turn you end for end over and over again.
There's no way to survive that.
That's pitchpoling.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Hey, Fitz, are we good?
All right, give it a shot!
(ENGINE STARTING)
Free the lines!
Lines freed!
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Did Bernie go out, Gus?
Miriam, what are you doing here?
Did he?
Yeah, Cluff sent him.
I wanna talk to him.
- Who? - Cluff.
Your commanding officer. Where is he?
I wanna find out where Bernie is.
I'm worried about him.
We're supposed to get married.
Miriam, this isn't what any of the other girls do.
Or wives.
They don't come in here, and they don't do this.
So?
If you want, I guess you can wait in here.
Listen to what's going on.
Sit down.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Tide's risin'. Gonna work us off that shoal.
We need to hit it hard.
Yeah, there's no other way.
Wave!
(SEAMEN YELPING)
(SEAMEN GROANING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
SYBERT: You feel that? She's drifting.
Must have lost the tiller.
We gotta slow her headway...
or we're gonna miss that shoal for good.
Close the governor valves, cut the propulsion.
We gotta isolate the boiler.
We gotta conserve everything she's got left!
I keep tellin' you, Bouloo. This boatjust bad luck.
It's got nothing... to do... with luck.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Station Chatham, this is the CG-36500.
Do you COPY?
CLUFF: (ON RADIO) This is Station Chatham.
36500, what is your location? Over.
BERNIE: Station Chatham, we, uh...
We are now passing Morris Island.
Heading down the channel towards Chatham bar. Over.
What's it mean, going over that bar?
Miriam, don't do this to yourself.
Why not?
Why not, Gus?
If I'm gonna be with him, I wanna know.
You're the girl with the bear coat, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's me. (CHUCKLES)
You gonna tell me what it's like out there?
Shoals on that bar are never in the same place twice.
Flood currents carryin' them big ocean swells...
that rise up when they hit the shallows...
crash up against that bar.
Outgoing tide crashes up against that bar.
That, uh...
That man shouldn't have sent them out to cross that bar...
in a storm like this.
Maybe they can turn back.
Maybe they get lost before.
Can't get out.
You know Bernie, right?
You know he won't get lost out there.
You know he follows the rules.
(SCOFFS)
Yeah, we know.
We all going down to the pier soon.
See if there's anything we can do down there.
Welcome to come.
GUS: Miriam. Miriam!
Miriam, please come here.
Miriam!
Excuse me, are you Commander Cluff?
Who are you?
I'm Miriam Penttinen, Bernie Webber's girlfriend.
I want you to call Bernie back in.
That girl he was asking me about.
You know what he was gonna ask me?
For your permission to marry me.
(SCOFFS)
Well, that's between you, him and your God.
Asking me is just a formality. He can marry you all he wants.
Don't he know that?
But you can't be in here, miss.
It's Bernie.
BERNIE: (ON RADIO) Chatham bar dead ahead. Over.
36500, Station Chatham.
Proceed as directed towards Pendleton stern.
I didn't copy that, Station Chatham.
Conditions hazardous.
Why give us permission if you're sending him out to die?
What the hell?
Gouthro, get her out of here.
Sir, winds have gone from 40 to 60...
since the call first come in.
That's gonna be hurricane strength in an hour.
(BLUFF: Gouthro, he's got 'ms orders.
You get her out of here, and you get yourself to bed.
You're too sick to be in here.
36500, Station Chatham, proceed over the bar.
I repeat, proceed.
Once over, travel directly south.
The radar's intermittent...
but it's showing a pip 10 or 12 miles...
...east of Monomoy Point, moving south. Over.
Station Chatham, this is the 500.
Copy that.
(CLUFF SIGHS)
I hear what everyone's saying.
You don't know what you're doing.
Excuse me?
Maybe... Maybe it's because you're not from here.
You don't know what it's like out there...
What the hell would you know...
what it's like out there, miss?
Hmm?
Please, just call them back.
What do you think it's gonna be like...
being married to a Coast Guard man?
Please, just call them back.
You gonna come in here scared...
every time he out in the water?
Please call them back.
You don't belong here.
Please call them back.
Get out of here! Get out of my station!
And go home to where you belong, miss!
Please call them back.
Get out of my station!
(CRYING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPING)
(HORN BLOWING)
Shoal's getting behind us.
Only chance now is a harder turn...
if the chains hold.
But it could capsize us.
(SEAMEN GRUNTING)
That's good, boy.
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
You need to stand clear, boys!
If those shackles crack and these chains snap...
it'll rip right through ya!
Here we go.
(GRUNTS)
- Got her moving! - Yeah!
-(RUMBLING) - Hear that?
That's it, that's the bar.
(RUMBLING CONTINUES)
Couple minutes now, boys.
(SIGHS)
♪ When I was a little boy 4“
♪ So my mother told me 4'
BOTH: a“ To me! Way, haul away a'
♪ Haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Now, first I met a Yankee girl a'
♪ She was fat and lazy To me! a'
ALL: 4“ Way haul away a“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ And then I met an Irish girl a'
♪ She damn near drove me crazy To me! a'
♪ Way haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Now way, haul away 4“
♪ We're bound for better weather a'
♪ To me! ♪
♪ Way haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
(RUMBLING CONTINUES)
Hey, hey, boys!
We're not gonna be able to see much, all right?
So we'll have to listen to those waves hittin' that bar.
Gotta time it.
So I'm gonna wait for a lull...
and then we go.
We got faith in you, Skip!
Anytime you're ready...
you just go, Bernie, all right?
-(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY) -(RUMBLING CONTINUES)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(WHIMPERS)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-(MEN GRUNTING) -(SCREAMS)
(ALL GASPING)
(GROANS)
(GASPING)
(COUGHS)
The compass is gone!
(YELPING)
(ENGINE STALLING)
Fitzy! The engine died!
Ahh!
(PANTING)
- I got it, I got it! - No, you don't.
You got about five seconds, boys!
It's gravity-fed, it doesn't know...
which way is up and down.
I know!
(WHIMPERING)
Come on, fire it up!
-(ENGINE STARTING) - Yeah!
(COUGHS)
Maske! Get back here!
Tide's risin'.
It'll get us through.
But let me know what's comin'.
(PANTING)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(PANTING)
Hey, Fitz! We made it over the bar.
Back to the spotlight!
Coming out!
We turned too late!
We gotta buy that time back.
Tell Sybert we need 30 degrees in the next two minutes...
or we'll miss that shoal!
Thirty degrees in the next two minutes!
Thirty degrees in the next two minutes.
Thirty degrees in the next two minutes!
Thirty degrees in the next two minutes.
We're putting her in reverse.
We're gonna let the ocean push us.
Hold on.
SEAMAN: Okay.
-(GROANING) - ALL: Whoa!
You may wanna brace yourself, Eldon.
318!
316!
Close her down as soon as she hits!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
312!
(PANTING)
Gentlemen, brace yourselves.
Hold on!
(ALL SCREAM)
Now!
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(HULL SCRAPING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(ALL GROANING)
(SCREAMS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(SEAMEN WHOOPING)
Well...
You did it.
It bloody well worked, Mr. Sybert.
We gotta keep the water away...
from the air inlets for the engine.
If we lose power, we'll lose our pumps.
And I'm afraid we're taking on so much water...
the weight will pull us right back off the shoal.
Feels funny not to be moving around, huh, Eldon?
All right.
Let's get to it.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SHIVERING)
BEA: We're heading down to the lodge.
- Everything okay? - GIRL: Stop it!
- Hi! - Quiet down now.
My God, give me a break.
Uh, I was on my way home. My car spun out into a ditch.
I need some help.
Yeah, all right. We live near here.
We can go back to my house. I'll call my brother.
He can tow you out. Jump in.
Thank you.
BEA: You don't got a coat?
You can move that.
We're bringing it down to St. Martin's...
in case there are any survivors.
Oh, uh...
I left my coat at the Coast Guard station.
You got a man there?
Stop it!
Uh, I...
He's not there right now. It's, um...
It's Bernie Webber.
Yeah. Bernie, he's a good man.
We can't find them without a compass, Bernie!
We got no idea where they are!
Hold on!
(WHIMPERING)
(GASPING)
- You okay? -(SPITS) Yeah.
You Okay?
I'm having a great time now, Bernie!
Lot of fun!
- Brace yourselves! - Oh...
Whole lotta... Whole lot of fun here.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Here. Come on, take it. Use it.
SEAMAN: Got it, Pop!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(POWERING DOWN)
We lost the pumps.
The pumps are tripping the breakers.
I'll go check the connection.
Give me the light.
It's not worth a damn, Bouloo.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't understand you.
(TCHUDA LAUGHS)
FRANK: Sybert, what's going on?
We're using every pump we've got.
We jammed the breakers so the pumps wouldn't trip them.
We've got about two feet till the water...
hits those air inlets to the engines...
and then the ship's dead.
Jesus Christ.
BROWN: You hear that?
That's the tide rising, gonna work us off this shoal.
Look, look, this'll at least give us some time.
Isn't that right, Mr. Sybert?
That right. Sure does, boy.
Yeah, long as we got the generators...
keeping the pumps going-
Buy whoever might be coming...
to find us a little bit of time.
You wanted to be the man, Sybert.
Now you're the man, right?
Except you got no wife, you got no kids back home.
You're a single man.
Always hiding down below. What you got to lose?
All right, that's enough, Brown.
I'm scared, too, Brown.
I got a life, the same as you.
Just don't see the point in sitting around...
talking about it.
BERNIE: Station Chatham, 36500.
Station Chatham, 36500.
Do you COPY?
Station Chatham, this is Chief Bangs...
CG-36383.
Pollock lightship, CG-36500, do you copy?
Why can't they hear us, Bernie?
We can hear them!
DONALD: Seas are too high, zero headway.
Station Chatham, do you copy?
DONALD: Repeat, we're coming home.
(BLUFF: Station Chatham to 36333,
return to Old Harbor.
Pollock lightship, CG-36500, do you copy?
- We're all alone. - Bangs, return to Old Harbor.
You heard Bangs on the radio.
It sounds like he couldn't get out.
Going back in, the storm is getting worse.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
We should turn back in, Webber.
FITZGERALD: Look, Bernie, we already made it out...
further than anybody thought was possible.
Maybe Richie's right.
Maybe we should just go back.
DONALD: Winds at force of eight to nine.
Repeat: Winds at force of eight to nine.
Heavy snow squalls.
You heard Bangs on the radio!
We got no compass!
We have no way to communicate!
You're...
What? What? I'm what, Richie?
I got us out this far, didn't I?
Not Bangs or Cluff, or nobody else.
I did it!
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)
We did it, Richie.
You wanna turn back around?
No.
No, not now. We came too far.
We're not giving up on them.
(TURNS OFF RADIO)
Not on my watch.
Just do your job.
Hey, Fitz!
Turn off the beam, Fitz.
We'll run her dark.
Better shot at seeing light from the Pendleton
if we're running dark.
Watch it!
(FITZGERALD SCREAMS)
Get back here!
Fitz!
Get your butts back here!
I lost my hat!
(RUMBLING)
Whoa...
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm just tired.
Come on.
You kids go on and play in the bedroom.
You can wait with them, miss, while I call my brother.
Thanks.
Please call me Miriam.
You think your mother would mind if I turned on the radio?
MAN: Coast Guard Boston,
this is the Unwnak.
We're at the Mercer bow now,
here in support of the Yakutat.
Four Mercer crewmen jumped from the deck. All were lost.
Repeat, four men lost.
Several crew members have hypothermia.
We're going to wait until daybreak...
to attempt another rescue. Over.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Does no good listening to all that chatter, Miriam.
Better learning to live not knowing.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(TURNS OFF RADIO)
How long you been married to Bernie for?
We're...
We're not married yet.
I don't know if I can...
Like I said, Bernie, he's a good man.
Him and some of them others
tried getting out a year ago...
to save my husband Arne and the crew of the Landry.
They were out fishing Monomoy near Nantucket Sound...
when the boat started taking on water.
A night just like this.
Come on.
We gotta get going.
My brother's on his way to come meet us.
- Thanks. - I gotta get down the lodge.
Come on, you two.
(DOOR OPENS)
(HORN BLOWING)
♪ For the people all said sit down a'
♪ Sit down, you're rockin' the boat 4“
♪ For the people all said sit down a'
♪ Sit down, you're rockin' the boat 4“
♪ And the devil may pull you under a'
♪ By the sharp lapels Of your checkered coat a'
♪ Sit down, sit down, sit down a'
(GENERATOR POWERING DOWN)
(GASPS)
(WIND HOWLING)
You know who she is?
Ain't Bernie's fault, Carl. Ain't nobody's fault.
Be like her blaming you.
(SCOFFS)
For what?
You're the one that told them...
there's another ship out there.
They're out there because of you, right?
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Fitz.
Turn on the search light.
I can't believe we found her. Look at that.
We're too late.
She's a ghost ship.
- Are you seeing this, sir? - BERNIE: Yeah.
- You see that guy? - Yeah, yeah, I see him.
Not sure I believe it.
Where the hell's he going?
(SEAMEN CLAMORING)
SEAMAN: Good to see ya, boys!
(LAUGHS)
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
How we gonna fit them all on this boat?
We're only built to hold 12, includin' us.
That's just regulation, though, right?
How many can she fit?
20, 22, tops.
Wait!
They're coming down here.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
- Drop the stanchion! - Port side!
-(ALL GRUNTING) -(SEAMAN COUGHING)
-(SEAMEN GRUNTING) -(SCREAMING)
Come on!
Come on! I got ya!
(YELPING)
We got ya!
(SCREAMING)
FITZGERALD: Maske, get over here!
Come on!
RICHIE: Grab him!
You know where you're going now, miss?
I think so.
Thanks for your help, Mr. Nickerson.
Yeah.
You know...
Bernie ain't out there because of me.
Yeah, I know.
It's Bernie's job to go out, right?
How can I blame you for it?
(SEAMEN SHOUTING)
TINY: Nice and slow. Nice and slow.
You'll be all right.
Pete, you're next.
Take it nice and slow. Easy, easy.
BERNIE: Come on!
You gotta go, we're leaving nobody behind!
SEAMAN: Eldon, get on the ladder!
Come on, we gotta get them down!
She's slipping! We gotta get off this ship!
SEAMAN: Hurry!
Eldon? How you doing?
I'm scared.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Well...
Gonna be a lot scarier up here without us.
SEAMAN: You gotta listen to me!
Eldon.
You just follow right behind me.
If I can do it, anyone can.
Come on!
(ALL GRUNTING)
- ELDON: Tiny! -(SCREAMING)
Tiny! Tiny, hold on!
Hey!
(ALL GASPING)
(SIGHS)
Eldon.
Eldon!
Eldon, look at me!
Look at me!
(YELPS)
When I sayjump, let go.
You ready?
Jump!
(SCREAMING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
You Okay?
We're riding so heavy, you can hardly steer.
Sir, they're saying there's still...
seven or eight up there on board.
Maybe we take these guys back in...
and come back out.
We can't leave them out here alone.
That boat won't last.
We all live, or we all die.
Right?
You, uh...
You did good.
You should be the last one off, Mr. Sybert.
(SIGHS)
RICHIE: Last man!
Hey, Fitz!
Turn off that search light, yeah?
We were in radio contact with the McCullough.
They said they lost four men, but saved the rest.
The captain of the Pollock Rip sent word that they...
GUS: Mr. Cluff!
It's the 36500! It's Bernie!
It's right there on the radio.
BERNIE: Station Chatham? Station Chatham, copy?
CG-36500, this is Station Chatham.
Webber, is that you?
Yes, sir, it's me. It's Bernie.
We got 32 survivors aboard...
from the tanker Pendleton, sir.
Station Chatham, do you copy?
36500, Station Chatham.
Did you say you have 32 survivors on board?
They rescued them. They rescued 32 of them!
BERNIE: Yes, sir, 32.
Sir, we've lost our compass, so we don't know where we are.
But we're gonna try to make it back home.
Can't get back without a compass.
MAN 1: Not in this weather.
MAN 2: They're not gonna make it back.
You lost your compass, Webber.
MALE DISPATCHER: Negative, 36500,
this is the Pollock lightship.
Do not proceed to shore.
We're five miles northeast...
of the Pendleton's last known location.
Proceed to our position. Over.
CG-36500, Station Chatham.
Proceed to the Pollock lightship...
and unload all survivors. Over.
What do they know, right?
(CHUCKLES) Right, Richie?
(BLUFF: 66-36500, do you copy?
If they know where they are...
someone tell me where I am...
because I don't know where the hell we are.
Webber, do you copy?
I'm not heading out to sea.
No.
This is Station Chatham. Do you copy?
We just got you all off a boat...
so there's no way we're gonna get you all back up one.
CG-36500, this is Station Chatham.
Webber, your orders are to proceed...
five miles northeast...
and unload all survivors onto the Pollock...
(TURNS RADIO OFF)
Sounds like he cut off his radio, Mr. Cluff.
He's going it on his own.
Bernie Webber.
What do ya know?
WOMAN 1: How are they gonna find their way home?
MAN 1: He must have shut off his radio.
WOMAN 2: Those poor boys.
MAN 2: I can't believe that's happening.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Some more stuff in the car.
WOMAN 3: Power's out now.
MAN 3: How they gonna see their way home?
MAN 4: Power's out.
The whole town. The power's out.
MAN 5: Worse than last year.
WOMAN 4: They'll never make it.
(SIGHS)
- Let's get down to the pier. -(CHATTER CONTINUES)
How'd you find us without a compass?
We, uh...
We just jogged along with the seasonal currents.
- I think we just got lucky. -(SYBERT CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
Lucky.
So, you know how to get home?
To be honest with ya, I'm not sure.
Just disobeyed all my ranking officers...
and they don't know...
so I guess I'd better then, right?
Had the wind on my left going out.
Figure if I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
keep her on my right we ought to be...
heading the right direction.
We just follow the lights on shore.
Follow all the lights on shore.
Well, we're in your hands, Captain.
Listen up!
I'll put the sea behind us.
Just let it push us along till we lay up somewhere.
The storm's easing up, boys...
so we just look for the lights on the shore to guide us in.
Even if we have to go so far as Nobska Point, so be it.
We just gotta find land.
Been one heck of a long day, right, fellas? (CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
Sure has.
But don't you give up hope on me now.
She's a good boat. She'll get us through.
We'll get you home, okay? We're all going home.
We're with you, Skipper!
(ALL AGREEING)
Yeah! (WHISTLING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(couemwe)
(EXHALES)
MAN 1: Keep your lights on! Like she's doing!
WOMAN 1: Quick, turn your lights on!
MAN 2: Turn your headlights on! Everyone!
MAN 3: Turn 'em on!
MAN 4: More lights so they can see us!
I think we made it over the bar.
I think high tide carried us over.
Richie, you see that?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
BERNIE: Fitz!
Turn on the search light!
(TOWNSFOLK MURMURING)
MAN 1: Look, you see that?
MAN 2: Is it them?
MAN 3: Well done, Bernie!
You did it, Webber!
Way to go, Webber!
MALE DISPATCHER: 36500 is now docking at the Chatham pier.
There appear to be 32 survivors, sir.
Repeat, they have 32 survivors.
(TOWNSFOLK CHEERING)
That's right.
Throw it, son.
MAN 4: Attaboy, Bernie!
(ENGINE POWERING DOWN)
MAN 5: Give 'em a hand.
MAN 6: Good to see you. Get on up here.
Nice and easy.
MAN 7: We never thought we'd see you again.
MAN 8: This guy's freezing. Give me your coat.
MAN 9: Go on in. It's warm inside.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
Let's get you up to the lodge.
Next up. Come on, now. lgotyou.
SYBERT: Good job, Captain.
MAN 11: Way to go, Bernie.
Webber.
Bernie.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Let's go home.
Are we still good for April 16th?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I asked Cluff for ya.
He said it's just a...
Just a formality.
Now I know, right?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
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(SEA CHANTEY PLAYING)
♪ When I was a little boy 4“
♪ Or so my mother told me a'
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ We rode it far, homeward bound a'
♪ Took it free and easy 4“
♪ Setting sail to newfound lands a'
♪ The wind was high and breezy a'
♪ We overcome and rose above a'
♪ The storm that we were facing a'
♪ Finally arriving home a“
♪ Together, warm and safely a“
♪ Hey, haul away 4“
♪ Hey, haul away Joe a“
♪ Hey, haul away 4“
♪ Hey, haul away Joe a“
♪ Hey, haul away 4“
♪ Hey, haul away Joe a“
♪ Hey, haul away 4“
♪ Hey, haul away Joe a“
♪ We sail on away 4“
♪ With the music playing freely a'
♪ Our spirits light and gay 4'
♪ We sail on today 4“
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Way, haul away 4“
♪ We'll haul away Joe a“
♪ Now up aloft a“
♪ This yard must go 4“
♪ We'll pull her free and easy a'
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