Serenity

Do you see that, Captain?

Yeah. I see him.

What do you think, huh?

You think the beast is close?

- What do you say, Duke? - He's down there somewhere.

Making up his damn mind.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah, boy!

Holy fuck. Duke, get the fighting jacket.

Dill, what are you doing? The hook is set.

You're going to have to hand over the rod to the paying customer.

No, Duke. It's him.

How can you possibly know it's the same fish?

I can feel it.

Take the wheel and hold her steady.

Okay, sir. Can I take over the rod now, please?

Here we go, baby.

Sir, we paid you 700 bucks for this.

Dill, you struck. He's hooked.

Get out of the chair and give the man the rod.

This is my brother's fish, sir. Get off the fucking chair.

- Get in the hold. - Oh, man.

Sit down and shut the fuck up, the both of you.

Son of a bitch. We paid you 700 plus gas.

Get the fuck out of here.

Looks like this is a trophy fish, guys.

Go get some beers. Enjoy the show, yeah?

Duke, take the wheel. He's headed to open water. Follow him.

Here we go. Oh, here we go, kid.

Here we go.

Fuck.

I got him.

Duke.

Take the leader. He's spent.

No. He still has spunk in him, Dill.

No, no. He's dead in the water.

Yeah.

You got him? Bring him up.

No, no, no. He's done. Bring him up.

There he is. Easy.

That's right. Come on, Duke.

Here we go. Nice and steady.

We got him this time, kid.

No, no, no!

If you think we're gonna pay you a fucking single dollar for this fiasco,

you're out of your fucking mind.

Lieutenant Gonzales said without a paper contract,

there's nothing we can do.

So the gringos don't pay.

No kingfish to sell to Lionel because you spent all day on tuna.

I'll pay you. Okay?

Yeah? How?

Mr. Baker Dill,

I am increasingly fond of the way you say hello.

Jack said he heard two fat guys in the Rope

say you pulled a knife on them.

You ever thought about taking a course in customer relations?

And, by the way, have you seen my damn cat?

I think he's up at Joe's. I think old Joe's feeding him sprats.

You made it all the way up to the cannery

before you decided to turn around and see me.

- Why did you come, Dill? - Why do you think?

It's just I heard you went to the Mercantile Bank this morning.

- Who'd you get? - Carter. Asshole.

How did you do?

Now, Constance, you know damn well how I did.

Around here everybody knows everything.

Well, I heard the bank refused to extend your loan.

So now you can't even afford gas.

I'm just a little hurt you got all the way as far as Joe's place

before you decided on the last resort.

Baker Dill, you're no more than a hooker.

Hooker who can't afford hooks.

How's your son?

Still pumping gas in Miami. Why?

Well, he was good around a boat.

If he ever wants to quit pumping gas, I'd take him on.

What's wrong with Duke?

I don't know. He's gone a little crazy.

Him or you?

You know, Duke's got a grandkid in college.

He needs work that pays.

How dare old Joe feed my cat.

I like my cats to depend on me.

Hmm, my sweet kitty.

Hey, Dill.

One for Old Wes.

There you go, Wes.

Heard you had him on again, Dill.

Old Wes wonders if it isn't the same big old tuna that broke his heart.

You've hooked him five times since New Year, right?

Four.

Why don't you give him a name?

Me and the boys were saying you should give him a name.

I already gave him a name.

His name's Justice.

Hmm.

Tomorrow morning, 5:30.

You got money for gas?

Well, if I didn't, where would we go?

So how many have we got?

Dill? How many paying customers are we taking out tomorrow?

None, Duke.

- Just you and me. - You can't afford to waste gas.

That was him today.

It was him.

Dear Lord...

...can't you put that man and that damn fish together?

Tomorrow's low tide at noon and 25. High tide 2100.

Set fair for a beautiful Plymouth day.

Hey, there, kitty cat. Mama wants you home.

Sorry, kid.

Could have sworn he was spent.

Could feel it in my hands.

Gonna fucking murder you!

Good morning.

This is Plymouth Radio,

broadcasting to Plymouth Island and the ocean all around.

It's another beautiful morning here in Plymouth,

the most beautiful island in this damn dirty world.

Temperature in the mid-80s, humidity just perfect

and the air smells of sweet sugar cane.

A perfect day to go out there on the ocean

and catch that damn fish.

That was Mama Told Papa.

What did Mama tell Papa?

All right, Kali, just give me the damn fish, yeah?

Duke.

Reel 'em in.

We're done for the day.

I'll take the bait to Lionel and at least get something for it.

No, Duke. We don't deal fucking bait.

You know what? Maybe it's about fucking luck. Huh?

Maybe you're bringing me bad luck, Duke.

Ever since your wife died, we haven't caught jack shit.

That's right.

Find yourself a commercial boat, huh?

All right, kid.

Just you and me now.

Give me a swizzle.

You know, Dill, there's an Indian woman up by Mace's boatyard

who says she can adjust people's luck.

She got that Argentinian couple a baby.

- Well, I don't need a baby, Jack. - You need something, man.

Yeah, I need a drink. I thought we established that.

Percentages are not science. You can't tell the future from the past.

You need instinct.

And I hear you just lost that.

Duke was in here about half an hour ago.

Says he's available for the morning shift.

Hmm.

Dr. Bob was in here drinking. Said he heard about the knife.

Said maybe you should go and see him, talk to him about your state of mind.

Yeah, was that before or after his third tequila?

You and I joke about that, but some of the guys are concerned.

There's money in fishing swordfish at night.

No asshole tourists on board.

Lionel pays for grunts and flatfish too.

I fish tuna.

You fish for one tuna, man.

And that's a tuna that's only in your head.

I'll get that.

Good to see you, John.

- I'll have a sparkling water too. - Ice and lemon?

Why not?

So, what do you say?

- I say I'm not called John anymore. - Fate's funny, huh?

Okay, Karen, I don't believe in coincidence.

Neither do I.

Welcome to Plymouth, ma'am.

Do you have a place here? Maybe we can go to dinner?

Only place is the Rope and you're in it.

I'd like to talk to you someplace private.

I'd like to know what the fuck you're doing out here

- on the edge of nowhere. - I came to tell you

you were right and I was wrong.

Fuck.

I hear you have a boat.

- You own this boat? - Well, me and the bank.

We take turns.

This is about as private as it gets.

How did you find me and what do you want?

Back in the real world they got this thing called Facebook.

- You ever heard of it? - Nope.

Well, when I decided to track you down,

I reached out to some of the guys from school.

You remember Dotey? The relentless one?

Well, she put together a class reunion a couple of years ago.

The only two who didn't show were you and me.

Nobody knew where you were.

Everybody knew about Iraq and the medals.

So little Greg had gone fishing on this boat

on some island in the middle of nowhere and he had caught a fish

and had his photo taken with it.

And he said that there was this guy in the shot

who looked just like John Mason.

Only he said the guy was calling himself Baker Dill.

- Was it a big fish? - Excuse me?

If he had his photo taken, it must have been a big fish.

So I tracked down the photo.

Couldn't tell if it was you standing there or not,