Finestkind

Good morning.

This is NOAA Weather Radio for Buzzards Bay.

This afternoon, southwest winds,

15 to 20 knots,

with gusts up to 25 knots.

Seas, two to four feet.

Tonight, southwest winds, 15 to 20 knots,

diminishing to 10 to 15 knots after midnight.

Gusts up to 25 knots.

Seas, two to four feet.

Friday, Southwest Bay, five to ten knots.

Seas around two feet.

Hey, Tom.

Tom?

Tom!

Charlie.

When's the last time I saw ya?

I can't-- I can't even remember.

Uh, Mattapoisett package store last summer.

How's Mom?

She's good.

I think she wonders why you never come by.

Your father still lives there, right?

What's up?

Why are you down here?

Oh, boy.

I was wondering, maybe you needed an extra deckhand.

Deckhand?

Ch--Charlie-- Charlie, are ya--

you're supposed to be in college.

If you dropped out, I'm gonna wring your fucking neck.

No, I graduated three weeks ago.

Well, this is fish school,

North Atlantic University.

The answer's no. Let me buy you lunch.

No. No, I just had lunch.

I wanna go fishing.

Why?

- I'm curious. - Curious about what?

Pumping it every day? Pumping it for 24 hours a day?

Working for a living?

Not taking a shower for ten days?

Curious about what, Charlie?

About me.

About you, too, maybe.

You're my brother.

You have to take me.

Finest kind.

Welcome aboard, college boy.

I'll give you the tour.

Some basics: where we're walking is forward.

Back is aft.

Right is starboard.

Left is port.

Watch your head coming through here.

Over here is the shitter.

You can also call it the head.

Don't call it the toilet.

And you, as our new half-share shacker,

you're gonna take great pride

in keeping it sparkling clean.

Over here on the right is Nunesy.

Meet Tom's brother Charlie, our new shacker.

- How you doing? - Hey.

You--you said to the right?

Huh?

You should have said starboard.

You being smart with me, shacker?

No, I just-- I like the idea.

It doesn't matter which way you're facing.

Starboard is starboard.

You know what, Skeemo?

He kind of looks a little like Justin Bieber, doesn't he?

Yeah.

You're right.

You guys could be twins.

Yeah.

I don't like Justin Bieber.

Neither do I.

Okay.

You guys are missing out.

Ah-ha, you think you're funny.

Guess what?

You're getting a haircut.

Nunesy? - Yeah?

Get me the clippers.

Ha-ha, you look beautiful, Charlie boy.

You in the Navy now.

Charlie!

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is "Harmony," "Harmony," "Harmony."

We have a hole in the hull, and we're going down quick.

My position is latitude 40-49, longitude 69...

I tell you, man.

This shit right here,

this bouncing around shit right here,

this is why my old man

wanted me to be a doctor.

I had to tell him, "Dad,

I ain't even gonna graduate from goddamn high school."

I don't even think he was paying attention.

At least your father was home.

- Fuck. - Oh, man.

My father was home all the goddamn time,

hating us every inch of it.

Now, the only thing killing his party when my mama died

was that us kids didn't die with her.

So yeah, he was home, all right.

Finest kind.

You wanted a hero, Costa.

All you got was another guy trying to figure it out.

Hey, man. I--I got a question.

What the hell does "finest kind" mean?

You guys are always saying it.

It's an expression of the trade, my man.

Yeah, but it means something different

every time you say it.

Hmm.

That's the beauty of it.

Like, sometimes it can mean "cool."

Sometimes it can mean "fuck you."

It just depends on how you say it.

All right, it's the Swiss Army Knife of words,

perfect for an English major.

- Oh, there we go. - Oh, yeah.

- Oh! - All right.

Very nice.

Rescue efforts extended through the night

as the Coast Guard search

for the fishing vessel "Harmony"

continue in an area of the North Atlantic

40 miles southeast of New Bedford.

Officials say a distress call was received

reporting an explosion in the engine room.

The names of the crew members...

Air Base Cape Cod, I have a visual

on the vessel survival raft at 42 degrees east,

65 degrees west.

Closing to check for survivors.

Over.

We're not dead yet!

Hey!

Keep staying on, Bravo One.

You're straight on it.

Check with the IEC.

Hey! Are you our Uber?

- You see yet? - I see it.

Okay!

You keep holding on!

Yeah!

Yes!

I'm alive!

Yeah!

We're going home now, baby!

Oh, Rocky!

Hallelujah.

- Fellas! - We have risen.

You have risen!

What the hell happened?

Oh, man.

Ah, just another tough day in the office.

Yeah, I'd say.

I guess so.

Okay, there was a boat,

and then there was no boat.

- Damn. - Yep.

So good to see your face, let me tell ya.

Uh, oh, oh-- Captain Tom.

Mm, I knew you'd be here.

Boys, you're on "American Idol."

Only two days out of port,

the stern trawler "Harmony" sank

approximately 40 miles southeast of New Bedford.

Built in 1977, the 45-year-old vessel

is owned and operated by Excelsior Seafood--

- Rum and coke, Rocky. - Rum and coke.

- Budweiser me. - Bud.

- Two. - Two Buds.

Linguica and eggs.

And linguica and eggs.

- Yeah. - And double Jack. Start a tab.

And what will you be drinking, young man?

Boilermaker.

- Yeah! - Whoo!

- Charlie! - Very nice choice.

Let's get hammered.

Mommy, wow, I'm a big boy now.

Hey, hey, hey!

Check it out. Listen. Listen, listen.

Listen. - Oh, my God.

You ready? In the back.

In the back.