Looking Through Water

People say that nothing in life lasts.

If by that they mean, uh, nothing stays the same,

they would be right.

Everything changes.

The Earth turns, the seasons pass.

We grow old.

My name is William McKay, and I'm a fisherman,

which makes me a believer.

So I would venture to say that if you're lucky

and the gods are with you,

some things do last.

Family, friendship, love.

I learned that from my father.

Hey, Dad.

Well, good morning.

Kyle, say hi to your grandpa.

Kyle.

What?

Your grandpa is here.

I can see that.

Kyle, why don't you tie the aft line?

The what?

I made you some lunch.

Sandwiches, potato salad, beer for you, water for him.

What?

I'm not going.

No offense, William,

but I really don't wanna go fishing with you.

What? This is stupid.

I have no interest in fishing, with you or anybody.

It's not my thing.

Why are you acting like this?

You are on thin ice as it is.

Acting like what?

I'm expressing myself.

I'm articulating my feelings.

Isn't that what your counselor buddy said to do?

William, did my mom tell you

she dragged us all to a family counselor?

Dr. Peter Puddle.

I kid you not.

He's a real vessel of knowledge, that guy.

It was a shit show.

Kyle, stop it. Just stop it.

And stop calling your grandpa by his first name.

Show some respect.

What's the matter, Sarah?

You seem stressed.

Kyle, honey, don't you wanna take a break,

just for one day?

I don't know, Sarah. Seems like the person

that wants a break here is you.

That's right.

I need a break, okay?

Just for one day.

Just get in the goddamn boat.

Kyle.

Get in the boat.

I'm sorry, Dad.

See you at The Turtle at 6:00.

Okay.

Thank you.

You please take those things off?

Please.

They're earbuds.

I listen to music on them.

Oh.

Can I see them?

Careful.

Hey.

What the fuck? Those are like 300 bucks.

My boat, my rules, no music,

and no using your phone-- can I see that for one--

You're a real asshole, William. You know that?

Well, kid, when one person calls another person an asshole,

we know for sure that one of them is.

Take me back.

My daughter asked me to take you fishing

and that's what I'm gonna do.

So what happened to your face?

I tried to kiss a mule on the ass.

Yeah, that'll do it.

That's, uh, that's gonna scar, you know?

What about your scar?

Well, that's a very long and inappropriate story.

Your bait's too obvious, William.

It was one week that changed the trajectory of my whole life.

In fact, if it wasn't for this scar,

you, Kyle, would have never even existed.

They were giving me an award.

I think you wanna take this.

Good evening.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you

to the New York Chamber of Commerce

Executive of the Year Award Gala.

Honoring William McKay.

Look, think whatever you want,

but if you turn your back on me now,

I'm going to hold you accountable,

and it won't be pretty.

William, people are starting to wonder.

That's much better.

Yeah.

Okay. See what you can do.

Mr. Wallace came by the office today.

He said that you may wanna take a look at this.

Thank you.

I've had the honor to work closely for five years

with the trailblazer we're celebrating tonight.

He is a leader with uncompromising vision

who 10 short years ago revolutionized

his family's company

into one of the most innovative corporations,

making it grow 20 fold

and taking it public.

He did it with grit,

outworking any of his employees

and remaining involved in every aspect of its operation.

He's a philanthropist who's given away a fortune,

a patron of the arts, and a collector of fine antiquities.

And if that weren't enough,

he's engaged to the beautiful Stacy Wilson

who comes from one of New York's most distinguished families.

So yes.

For me, he embodies the idea of honor.

As a token of my personal gratitude

and a symbol of that honor,

I would like to present him a gift,

which I picked out with a little help

from his lovely fiancée.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my distinct pleasure

to introduce to you the New York Chamber of Commerce

Executive of the Year,

Mr. William McKay.

I love you so much. I'm so proud of you.

Come on.

William.

William.

Come on.

Will you hold this for me a moment?

Let's see what Randy got me, shall we?

Randall.

Dueling pistols.

18th century, French,

Normandy region, I believe.

- They're magnificent. - They're all original.

Perfectly preserved and maintained.

Functional?

I believe so.

Fantastic.

Distinguished guests, my friend Randy

spoke of the importance of honor in our lives.

These were certainly the weapons of honorable men.

These were tools for conflict resolution

in a far less compromised age.

Because without honor,

we risk losing what is perhaps

the greatest part of our humanity,

our ability to trust one another.

Then again,

betrayal is only possible when you trust.

Ladies and gentlemen, your executive of the year has a problem.

Randall Bowen Prescott, my brand, my protégé,

the CFO of this company is working with a group

that includes several of those

who are giving me this award tonight,

organizing a hostile takeover of my company.

What?

He shared confidential information,

and taking advantage of a temporary dive in stock value

has convinced a few board members and major stockholders

that my time as an entrepreneur is over

and I need to be replaced.

And if that wasn't betrayal enough,

he's banging my bride-to-be.

I mean, I think this one is my favorite.

Now...

...as Randall said in his impressive introduction,

I live by what I preach.

Randall, you have disgraced both my honor and yours.

Now in front of our peers, I'm challenging you

to a duel to the death.

Are you serious?

Wrong answer. Pick up the gun.

Go ahead.

Show them all how honorable you are.

I don't think that this is--

Pick up the fucking gun.

Mr. McKay, please stop this,

-this outburst. -What?

I understand there may have been some type of indiscretion.

Indiscretion?

Please, you're making a spectacle of yourself.

Fine. You know, give your award to someone else.

I'll keep the guns.

Randall, you're fired.

You will never take control of my company.

For your scrapbook, honey.

You two deserve each other.

Fuck all you people.