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(HAUNTING MUSIC)

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(WATER SPLASHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SNORING)

(REEL CLICKING)

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

Do you see that, captain?

Yeah.

I see him.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

Alright, what do you think man?

Do you think the beast is close?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

What do you say, Duke?

He's done there somewhere.

Making up his damn mind.

(BOAT CREAKING)

(REEL CLICKING)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (LAUGHING)

Woohoo, yeah boy!

- Holy fuck. - Alright.

- Duke get the fight jacket. - Huh!

Dill, what are you doing?

The hook is set.

You're going 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.

You take the wheel and hold it steady.

Okay, sir.

Can I take over the rod now, please?

Here we go baby.

Sir, we paid you 700 bucks for this.

Dill, he's right, his hook.

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

(REEL CLICKING)

(WATER BUBBLING)

Hey, that's my brother's fish there.

Get off the fucking chair.

You get the in hole.

Oh, man.

You sit down and shut the fuck up.

The both of you.

Son of a bitch.

We paid you 700 bucks and gas.

- Okay, okay. - Now!

- Okay, okay. - Get the fuck out of here.

It 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.

Damn you, oh, here we go kid.

(GROANING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(REEL CLICKING)

(COUGHING)

Fuck.

(REEL RATTLING)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

We got it.

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.

(GRUNTING)

Easy.

That's right.

Come on, Duke.

Here we go.

Nice and steady.

(GRUNTING)

We got him this time.

(LINE WHOOSHING) No, no, no, no!

(GROANING)

You think we're gonna pay you a fucking single dollar

for this fiasco,

(CAN TAB CLICKING)

you're out of your fucking mind.

(GROANING) (TENSE MUSIC)

Lieutenant Gonzales said without a paper contract

there's nothing that 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?

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Mr. Baker Dill,

I am increasingly fond of the way you say hello.

(MUFFLED SPEAKING ON RADIO)

Jack said he heard two fat guys in the rope,

said you pulled a knife on them.

You ever thought about taking

a course in customer relations?

(GROANING)

And by the way,

have you seen my damn cat?

He was up at Joe's.

He gone jealous feeding him sprites.

You made it all the way up to the countering

before you decided to turn around and see me.

Why'd you come Dill?

Why do you think?

Well, it's just I heard you went

to the Mercantile Bank this morning.

Who'd you get?

Carter, asshole.

How'd you do?

Oh, Connie seems 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 that you got

all the way as far as Joe's place

before you decided I'm the last resort.

Baker Dill.

You're no more than a hooker.

Hooker who can't afford hooks.

(KEYS JANGLING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

How's your son?

Still pumping gas in Miami.

Why?

Well he was good around a boat.

If he 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.

(MUFFLED SPEAKING ON RADIO)

How dare old Joe feed my cat?

I like my cats to depend on me.

(LIGHT MUSIC)

My sweet kitty.

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(WHISTLING)

Hey Dill.

One for old Wes.

There you go, Wes.

Heard you had him on again, Dill.

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.

(TENSE MUSIC)

His name is Justice.

(LIGHT ACOUSTIC MUSIC)

(MURMURING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(BELL RINGING)

Tomorrow morning, 5:30.

You got money for gas?

If I didn't, where would we go?

So how many have we got?

Dill, how many paying customers we taking out tomorrow?

None, Duke.

Just you and me.

We can afford to waste gas?

That was him today.

It was him.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Dear Lord, can't you put that man

and that damn fish together?

(WAVES CRASHING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Tomorrow's low tide at number 25,

high tide 2100.

Set fair for a beautiful, lovely day.

(WIND WHISTLING)

(CAT MEOWS)

Come here, kitty cat.

Mama wants you home.

(CAT MEOWING)

(CORK POPS)

Sorry kid.

Could have sworn he was spent.

Could feel it in my hands.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

(SPLASHING)

- That fucking motherfucker! - Help!

(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Good morning,

this is Plymouth Radio, broadcasting to Plymouth Island

and the ocean all around.

It's another beautiful morning here on Plymouth,

most beautiful island in this damn, dirty world.

Temperature, 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.

("MAMA TOLD PAPA" BY CLIFTON CHENIER)

♪ Well Papa told Mama ♪

♪ Well Mama told Papa ♪

♪ Last night she heard ♪

♪ Last night she heard ♪

♪ Yeah Papa told Mama ♪

♪ Oh Papa told Mama ♪

♪ Who didn't believe a word ♪

♪ I wanna grab you oh ♪

♪ Til the break of day ♪

♪ Until the break of day, oh yeah ♪

That was Mama Told Papa.

What did Mama tell Papa?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Alright, Kali.

Just give me the damn fish, huh?

(SMASHES)

(REEL CLICKING)

Duke?

Reel him 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.

(SPLASHES)

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.

(BANGS)

That's right.

Find yourself a commercial boat, huh?

Alright kid.

Just you and me now.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Let me get a swizzle.

You know Dill there's an Indian woman out by

Mason's boatyard who says you can adjust people's luck.

She got that Argentinian couple a baby.

I don't need a baby, Jack.

You need something, man.

Yeah, I need a drink.

Thought we established that.

Percentages are not science.

Can't tell the future from the past, you need instinct.

I hear you just lost that.

Duke was in here about half an hour ago.

Says he's available for the morning shift.

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.

Was that before or after his third tequila?

Now 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 flat fish too.

I fish tuna.

- (CLAPPING) - You fish for one tuna, man,

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

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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?

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 places that are open 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.

(CHUCKLING)

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 Dodie, the relentless one?

Well he put together a class reunion a couple years ago,

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?

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

So we tracked down the photo.

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

the name gave it away, Baker Dill.

Dillon Baker was the only teacher you respected at Morgan.

He taught math, right?

You still haven't told me what you want.

Figured if you were using an assumed name

you were on the run.

I'm just waiting on some things back home

to lose their significance.

I thought you being outside the law would be okay.

In fact it would be good.

'Cause like I say,

you were right and I was wrong.

About Frank.

(TENSE MUSIC)

He got richer and bigger and drunker and angrier.

Hands turned to fists...

So get a divorce.

Except I guess you can't.

No, I can't.

He's even more connected than he was, Cubans out of Miami.

I try to leave, he'd found a hole for me

in one of his construction sites.

That's the truth.

I didn't come here thinking you might forgive me.

He's violent with you, right?

Different kinds.

(SIGHS)

He's refined it lately.

And how's my son with that, Karen?

How's my son with this refinement?

He hides away.

- I swear to fucking god... - Look it's not,

Daddy, it's my fault, it's my fault!

- He gets scared when we fight. - You fucking shut up!

I'm sorry, Daddy.

He plays games.

He has his computer. (MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Plays for hours and hours.

School says he's got a unique ability

but he just seems kinda broken down.

FRANK: And take that fucking (mumbles)!

Don't make me come in there!

(CRYING)

John.

Saving Patrick is the reason I'm here.

I need help now, John.

This could be just business.

(TENSE MUSIC)

You need money, me and Patrick need a way out.

My husband is joining me here the day after tomorrow.

I told him that I would charter a boat for fishing tuna.

I want you to take him out on your boat,

let him get drunk,

then drop him in the ocean for the sharks.

In return I will give you $10 million cash.

(LAUGHING)

Listen before the moon goes down I got fish to catch.

Need you the fuck off my boat.

- $10 million, John. - Get the fuck off my boat.

- I'm at the American Hotel. - Mr. Dill, Mr. Baker Dill!

Can I speak to you a moment?

Mr. Dill, I just need

a few minutes of your time.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ma'am, do you know the captain of that boat?

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hey Constance.

What are you doing up here?

Looking for my damn cat.

Uh huh.

Front pocket.

- I'm allowed inside? - If you wipe your feet.

(CAT MEOWS)

Thank you, ma'am.

I hear you got lucky last night.

Sure did.

Three swordfish over 50 pound, 800 bucks,

plus I cut out the cheeks for breakfast.

You want some?

They say she looks like some kind of model.

BAKER: Who?

Consuela said the lady said

her husband's coming here to catch tuna.

BAKER: Doesn't anyone around here do any work

they're paid to do?

CONSTANCE: Is that why she came to see you?

BAKER: Yep.

Are you going to take him out?

Nope.

- Where are you going? - Take a shower.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SPLASHES)

FRANK: You fucking bitch, you always have to go there!

KAREN: Daddy, stop.

PATRICK: Dad, there's something I need you to do.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

- Don't you fuckin' dare! - I have to...

FRANK: There'll be no fuckin' presents for you!

(SCREAMS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(WAVES CRASHING)

Patrick.

Is that you?

(WAVES CRASHING)

(BELL DINGS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMING)

Frank, god!

(CHUCKLING)

Arrived a day early, baby.

But there were no flights today.

I rented a Lear jet.

I had to come and get you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Let's get this fuckin' show on the road, huh?

I paid a fucking jet for this so let's lose the robe.

Hey whoa whoa whoa whoa, turn around.

Nice and slow.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Oh yeah.

Okay.

What's this, huh?

Just a little scratch.

Oh, little scratch, huh?

Playing with a cat, maybe?

I don't know.

Hmm.

You don't know.

Okay.

(THWACKING)

(BELL DINGS)

Man of the moment.

Your ears burning?

Come to settle up, Lois.

Well if you want my opinion, I didn't think

she was so special.

(CHUCKLES)

Bring her out there on the quay

with some big hat and shades like it's 90 degrees.

I owe you for 20 spoons, hooks, and 1,000 yards of line,

that's $25.

And her husband, man.

Her husband arrives on a jet decorated like a cake.

This fella says he came early to surprise her

and gave Carlos 150 for finding champagne at 10 am.

A dozen regular sevens and a couple of feathers

as well, will you?

Going after swordfish again?

BAKER: Mm hmm.

Guess you've gotta pay the bills now that Duke's gone.

Poor old Duke.

He's got himself some day work up at the boat yard.

Poor old Duke.

You shouldn't have blamed his wife for your bad luck.

I don't, I blame your damn hooks.

Two seeders.

- For tuna? - What else?

Swordfish at night, tuna in the day, when you gonna sleep?

When I've bought my boat from the bank.

$9.

And then I'm gonna sail away to somewhere

where nobody knows your business.

(CHUCKLES)

What name are you gonna use there?

Consuela says the big guy beat her

with his hands and his belt.

Hour and a half.

She didn't make a sound.

Miami is some strange place, right?

Yep.

Oh and there was some skinny guy from Fontaine

looking for you.

(BELL DINGS)

He left you his card.

(TICKING)

Captain.

My wife says you're being a little difficult.

Well as I explained to your wife last night,

I don't have a first mate right now

and by law I'm not allowed to take tourists out alone.

The law, huh?

Funny you should say that 'cause I ain't see

any law around here that'd cost more than 10 bucks

since I left Miami.

I can't afford to lose my licence.

Well take the cock out of your mouth.

Four years on the line,

I won the Bermuda yellowfin tournament.

54, 70, 73, and a 56 pounds.

Your proficiency does not alter the regulations.

My proficiency. (CHUCKLING)

Jesus, he talks like a fucking college professor.

Huh?

(CHUCKLING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

My wife, my beautiful wife, she arranged this trip

and she sat up on the fucking internet night after night

typing away to find the perfect boat to make this trip

perfect because she wants it to be perfect, perfect for me.

Now myself, well, I'd say a son of a bitch

runs a bucket same as any other,

and I'd fly to some other island, but I don't got time.

I only got two days.

So, let's be here at seven.

Just me, you, and the motherfuckin' tuna.

I already told you it's not worth the risk.

I'm not gonna do it.

Please think about it, Mr. Dill.

It's okay, honey.

Every man has his price.

Tomorrow at 7 a.m. I'm gonna be here.

So should you.

(SMACKS)

Mr. Dill!

(MOTOR RUMBLING)

Damnit, Damnit.

Mr. Dill!

There's something wrong.

There appears to be a 20 second discrepancy

in my allotted schedule.

Two nights in a row.

That mean you change your luck?

- I'd say 110 pounds. - Another billfish, huh?

That's $800.

Yesterday when you came in with the swordfish,

I thought at last, Baker Dill has seen sense.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I hear from Lois you bought new seeders.

So even though you're making money on night fish,

you're still going out after that fish that's in your head.

You do know it's just in your head, right?

Well hell yeah.

That's why I gotta get him Outta there.

Oh and yesterday there was some skinny guy Outta Fontaine.

Got here right after you left.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(CAT MEOWS)

Hey hey hey hey, what are you doing

all the way down here, kitty cat, huh?

I'm taking you home.

Collect my reward.

(CAT MEOWS)

(MOANING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: This is Plymouth Radio.

Sup, what's up?

Did you get what you wanted...

In a hurry today.

I need to be on the ocean before 10.

So tell me the truth, Dill.

You knew her before, right?

(TENSE MUSIC)

I hear she needs to be saved.

Yeah?

He gets drunk, beats her up.

You don't treat me badly.

We just lean on each other a little.

I give you cash when the fish don't bite,

and you find my cat when you do.

Catch the cat for Constance.

Okay Dill, say fate gave you the choice.

You can get the lady or you can catch that tuna

that's in your head.

Which one would you choose?

Oh.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Another beautiful day

on Plymouth Island.

Tuna, albacore, swords ready to catch.

Clear blue sky.

One little thing.

If you have a boat and man of course you have a boat

maybe just maybe that rare thing.

Storm's coming.

Dill, the rich guy who's aboard your boat

already strap into the king chair

drinking champagne from a bucket of bait ice.

Yeah, well unstrap him.

You know they say he drew 10,000 in cash

from the mercantile.

I guess you want a piece of the action, huh?

You listen to me.

Consuela heard the guy say to his wife

that he was going to offer you the whole 10 grand.

That he was going to do it to prove a point,

to prove that some little fucking guy can't say no.

Yeah, so what?

So I need the money!

You need the money, we take him out, let him fish,

I'll take two, you take eight.

The Serenity needs an overhaul.

My granddaughter needs money for the next semester.

And why would I take you out, Duke?

Huh?

You're bad luck.

No, no, Constance told me the real reason you fired me.

Pity is worse than a fist in the face.

I'm not begging you, Baker Dill.

I'm just telling you.

When life offers you an opportunity like this,

you have to take it.

Okay.

But you stay close to me today Duke, you hear me?

I need you to deliver me from temptation.

Temptation?

What temptation?

You don't need to know.

John.

My husband's offering $10,000.

Yeah this is Plymouth.

I already know.

You gonna take him?

Yep.

I'm gonna take him out, and that's it.

My first mate Duke will be on board with me,

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

we'll fish until the sun sets and then we'll return.

All three of us.

Then we'll go back.

And Patrick will hear the key in the door.

And then on it goes and on.

The three of us.

I know you think about him all the time,

I know you do, Dill.

You talk to him.

About catching a particular fish.

He hears you through his computer screen.

Captain.

The gentleman has brought hard liquor aboard.

That's against the rules, right?

It's okay Duke, the rules have changed.

It's true.

He hears you every time you talk to him.

You are connected.

John.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

DUKE: Take a look, Dill.

Yeah, I saw him earlier.

He was circling right over the harbour.

A frigate?

Frigate don't fly over land.

I know, it's the damndest thing.

Like the son of a bitch was coming to collect me.

Frigate don't fly over land, Dill.

You must have been mistaken.

Some weird stuff going on right now.

(REEL CLICKING)

How do you guys live in a town

with only one fuckin' bar?

The Rope's not so bad.

It used to be called the Hope and Anchor.

Then old Jack decided there wasn't much hope

to be had in Plymouth, so he changed hope to rope.

Lots of rope in Plymouth, enough to hang yourself.

Isn't that right, Dill?

Is that right?

Maybe we should throw out some bait, huh?

Come on, let's fuckin' chum the waters.

What do you guys do for girls in this town?

You, what do you do?

Not much.

Not much, no?

What about you, Dill?

It's kind of a small island.

Guy at the hotel says in the poor part of town

down by the commercial harbour,

got little girls'll take it right

in the ass for 10 bucks a pop.

Right?

You know anything about that?

I wouldn't know anything about that, sir.

Well I got a fuckin' head up there tonight

and grab myself some of that $10 ass.

You don't have kids, do you, Mr. Zariakas?

No.

My wife's got this son from a previous fuck up, though.

Creepy little fuck.

Open the door.

Patrick, open the door. (BANGING)

Come on, I just wanna talk.

You know, I try, I really fuckin' do.

I say come on kid, let's go outside,

let's toss a football around, let's play some football

like men.

But he just sits there staring at his computer screen

like he's staring at a window all day fuckin' long

with the curtains closed.

Get out here, have a fuckin' talk to me like a man.

(BANGING)

Got a maths teacher who thinks he's a genius.

That fuckin' genius can't even screw a bell on a bike.

God Damnit! (BANGING)

You open the door, you little prick!

One I grab him, I throw him off his chair,

I wanna see what he's doing.

(CRASHES) (SHOUTS)

You know I'm thinking whatever, porn, ninjas, stealing cars.

You know what this little fuckin' retard's doing?

(SHOUTING)

Catching fish.

He's got this whole world.

There's this guy on a boat and he's catching fish.

I said how the fuck can you do the same thing

all day long and you know what he said to me?

If I didn't catch fish all day...

If I didn't catch fish all day...

If I didn't catch fish all day I'd find a way to kill you.

Swear to fuckin' god that's what he said to me.

Creepy little fucker.

I'll find a fuckin' hole for him one day.

Why would you son wanna kill you, Mr. Zariakas?

How the fuck would I know?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

What the fuck is it to you, Dill, huh?

Maybe you can give me the name of that street

those little hot red asses are on?

Guy at the hotel said there's only one cop in town

and he's gone away for the weekend

so I can do whatever the fuck I want.

(CHUCKLING)

(REEL CLICKING)

Yeah, there's no law on Plymouth right now.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (REEL CLICKING)

Hey, give me that fuckin' rod!

- Alright. - Come on.

(SHOUTING)

- Come on, get it in. - No no no, it's just a shark.

I don't give a fuck.

- Give the rod to me. - No I'm gonna cut him loose

and let him ride.

It's a shark, you said you wanted tuna.

Gimme the fuckin' rod, come on, clip me in, come on.

Duke, get the bucket.

What are we looking at?

450 pound great white, enough to give you

a buzz maybe, huh, that's what you want, right?

I can do that.

Come on, plug me in, baby.

- We gotta attach the reel. - Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa oh fuck!

Whoa, whoa, hey, Gimme a hand, man!

Jesus Christ!

(MOTOR RUMBLING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

Hey baby!

You see what Daddy caught?

Big fuckin' shark.

Honey I swear tomorrow I'm gonna get you a big fat tuna.

Or some fuckin' heads are gonna roll.

Come on, kiss for Daddy, huh?

You going out again tomorrow?

Baby I gotta, I gotta show these boys.

We're all set up for fuckin' sharks.

Tomorrow I show 'em how to catch tuna.

Hey, school for you tomorrow, Captain Dole.

You're the boss.

Fuckin' A I'm the boss.

Gonna wash my hands, okay, you pay the guy.

Watch his eyes pop out of his fuckin' head.

(TENSE MUSIC)

So.

Tomorrow.

You pay me another 10,

we do the same thing again tomorrow.

- John. - We fish, we come back.

You've spent one day with him.

I have had 10 years.

Karen, you got the money.

Go to Europe, go anywhere,

just keep that fuckin' animal away from my son.

And have him hunt us?

Him? Come on.

Honey!

Fuckin' blood everywhere here!

(LAUGHING)

John, the 10 million is dirty money,

it's in cash, it's yours.

(SIGHS)

Okay John you want the truth?

Your son wants you to do it, this is his idea.

You're his father, he needs you to do this.

He wants justice.

Baby, come on, let's go up to the hotel

and get a cocktail.

Early to bed for you boys, school tomorrow.

Tuna, T-U-N-A.

Talk to me about temptation.

(WAVES CRASHING)

I know you, Dill.

The way you looked at him, the way you looked at her.

You knew her before.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Yeah, more than that.

What happened?

I went away to war.

War fucked me up.

Came back and she was with him.

Except I didn't really ever come back.

What about that kid he was talking about?

Yeah Duke, you remember when I hired you

how many rules about discussing the past?

I'm not talking about the past.

I'm talking about today, on deck.

I've spent so long on boats with you

I can hear you thinking.

So that kid from previous fuck up is yours?

And how much did she offer you to kill her husband?

(CHUCKLING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Who's crazy now, huh?

Dill, even if that bastard deserves it,

even if Lieutenant Gonzales won't raise a finger,

there's right and wrong, heaven and hell.

You know Duke you made two grand in a day.

I think it's best you go find someplace safe to put it.

What about tomorrow?

What about tomorrow?

This will blow over by morning.

You know it.

So, tell me about tomorrow.

Am I hired to come along,

or are you going out with him alone?

I'll sleep on it.

I doubt you'll sleep.

There is a god, Dill.

And you're a good man.

Catch the fish in your head, that is the rule.

Do not kill the man.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

FRANK: Can you fuckin' hear me?

- Get the fuck up! - Dad!

Huh.

My poor, sweet kitty.

BAKER: What are you doing here?

He went looking around the commercial harbour.

John?

All these years I never stopped thinking about you.

Look.

You put it on my finger when I was 16.

You remember?

Outside the fix in the parking lot?

I kept it.

It's the same one.

Brass.

You took it from the burner on the stove

of your dad's boat.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

No, that's just some old ring you found.

No.

You said with this stupid ring, I thee wed, baby.

I remember it word for word.

And then you left.

I kept it.

I wear it when I'm alone.

You remember that night.

We went to the bridge.

You were fishing.

Eels and jacks.

Then you said I was finally old enough.

First time for me.

First time ever.

(SIGHS)

If we could go back to that bridge, that night,

would you go?

What you mean no war, no fuck up,

no body parts laying around in the sand in my arms,

my fuckin' hands?

John.

(CRYING)

I loved you even after you were gone.

Listen up.

Before this gets any crazier, here's the deal.

I will take him out tomorrow.

He will drink.

He will fall overboard.

The sharks will get the heat

and I will get 10 million in cash.

Afterwards, I will go somewhere,

you will bring my son to me

and then we'll see what happens.

But don't you bullshit me about love.

I'm doing this for him, Patrick, my son.

You and me are not part of the deal.

Okay, okay.

People don't change.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I'm still the girl at the bridge.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

We're both destroyed, right?

Both damaged.

Both damaged in different places.

(MOANING)

That's it.

I beat him.

I win.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Make sure you don't get him there til noon tomorrow.

I take him out on the ebb.

When water's high, I'll do it.

Then the current will take away

what the sharks leave behind.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Your mother says you can hear me when I talk to you.

How can that be, huh?

That makes no sense.

She never knows whether opportunity's all around her

or it pours off her like rain.

I'm gonna do this, just you and me, tomorrow.

Yeah.

Then maybe you can open the goddamn curtain

and step outside.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Mr. Dill.

It's quite a bit unpleasant out here.

Can we go inside?

My name is Reid Miller, from Fontaine.

The boat and fishing tackle suppliers.

I'm a technical representative and head of regional sales

in the latitudes that include Plymouth.

May I come in and talk to you?

It's 2:30 in the morning.

You're out at sea mostly, I keep missing you.

By a bigger margin every time.

With the storm keeping you ashore

I thought I'd take my opportunity.

What I have in my hands may change your life

and give you the one thing you've always wanted.

Well that sounds great Reid

but I've got kind of a big day tomorrow.

Yes, Mr. Dill.

I know all about your big day.

And I think you should hear what I have to say.

Have a seat.

Can I get you something?

Bigger hands.

What's that?

Bigger hands.

Whenever I'm around fishermen I wish I had bigger hands.

I'm listening, man.

What the fuck do you want?

Mr. Dill.

Inside this suitcase...

Don't tell me you're gonna try and sell me

a fishing tackle.

Yes, yes I am.

At 2:30 in the morning?

As I say, you're often at sea.

The electrical storm is my only opportunity.

Alright listen I'm a man who can appreciate persistence

with need to fish.

With me it's you.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CHUCKLING)

OK.

Here's what you're gonna do, little man.

I'm gonna pour you a little nip,

gonna keep the cold off of you,

then you gotta get the fuck Outta here

and go back to where you came from.

I got an early start in the morning.

Actually, tomorrow you don't sail until midday.

That is to say low tide is noon

and as a rule you sail at low tide.

(TENSE MUSIC)

You know a lot about me, don't you?

Yes.

Almost everything.

(COUGHS)

Drink up.

(COUGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

What's in the case?

This, Mr. Dill,

is the all new Fontaine marine sonic fish finder.

A fish finder.

It uses subaquatic sonar signals.

I know what the fuck a fish finder is.

Ah, but Mr. Dill...

Let me see that card again.

Is this a joke?

The guys at the Rope put you up to this?

It's no joke, we are prepared to give you this model,

the Fontaine White Wave, free of charge for one week,

a trial.

Perhaps you can try it out tomorrow.

What's so special about tomorrow, hmm?

Mr. Dill, all I can say is I am a representative

of Fontaine and they really want you to catch the fish.

(BEEPS)

And I want you to take this piece of equipment on trial.

Just take the fish finder and try it and it will work.

I promise you.

I am the rules.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

You're the what?

Those are the rules.

You said you knew something about tomorrow.

What do you know?

Mr. Dill.

Please just decide to catch the fish.

Don't kill that man.

What?

I really shouldn't drink, I can't say any more.

I have to go.

Who the fuck are you?

You're gonna tell me what you know about tomorrow.

And if you don't you're not gonna see it.

Mr. Dill, if you have to kill me, then kill me.

But I am just playing my part in the game.

What game?

What fucking game?

This game.

Don't you get it?

(SHOUTING)

Someone made the whole thing up.

FRANK: You're a fuck up, you and the fuckin' kid!

All of this.

Plymouth Island is a game.

There are lots of games on Plymouth Island.

Catch the cat.

Count the sprats.

You get logs and frigate birds and fish finders

and bottles of rum.

You see someone made a world on their computer

so they could play games.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

But his favourite has always been catch the tuna.

The lighthouse.

Light, dark, one, zero.

The fundamental process.

The rule is you've got to catch a particular fish.

That rule is your compulsion and your compulsion

is a rule in a game.

But now it seems the fish is no longer the point.

The new game is that you kill a man.

I don't know who the fuck you are

but it's time for you to leave.

Who the fuck I am is I am the rules.

And according to the rules, on Plymouth Island, no one dies.

It isn't meant to be that kind of game.

So as a representative of the existing programme,

my question is, the big question is,

why has the creator changed the rules?

(SCREAMS)

(TICKING)

(GROANING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(ALARM RINGING)

(WAVES CRASHING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

MAN: Unless you've been living under a rock,

I think I hardly need to motivate machine learning

and neural networks to the present...

MAN: Have these complex systems of information

relay points and from that consciousness naturally arises.

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Good morning, this is Plymouth Radio.

Broadcasting to Plymouth Island and the ocean.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Well the storm's blown over.

Where the hell did that come from, right?

Anyway, I would give you the time

but you don't care what time it is.

This is Plymouth Island...

Alright Patrick.

I'm gonna kill a man today.

That's what you want, right?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

I've just got so many holes in my memory

I don't know what they're from, the war, the rum.

I mean I don't even remember how the hell I got here.

But I remember you.

When you were three years old.

We went fishing.

Who's biting, huh?

(CHUCKLING)

We didn't catch a damn thing.

But I remember I got so mad.

And maybe that's why you made me like I am, huh?

Mad as hell to catch that damn fish.

Yeah but lately I've been having this thing

in my memory where I...

Where I see myself

laying dead in the sand.

Mr. Dill.

Remember me?

Samson.

Constance's kid.

My Mom said you had a job for me?

I quit my job pumping gas in Miami, here I am.

Are you okay, Mr. Dill?

You did always say I was good around the boat.

No.

I said you were the lucky one.

The lucky kid.

I always thought if I got you aboard I might catch him.

The beast, the big one.

I always asked the game to bring you to me

and now look at this, out of the blue.

Here you are.

You don't look so good, Mr. Dill.

Huh.

Had kind of a strange night.

At the old Rope, right?

You sank a few, huh?

(LAUGHING)

I brought some lures I picked up in Boca Raton.

I don't need a man today, Sampson.

Changed the rules.

He wants me to do it, I'm gonna do it.

That's it.

But Mr. Dill, please.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Perfect day to head out on the ocean.

Today's low tide at noon and 25.

High tide 2100.

Set fair for a beautiful Plymouth day.

So just get out there and catch that damn Fi...

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MOTOR REVVING)

Yeah, come on you son of a bitch, come on, come on.

Ah, here we go.

Baker Dill. (UPBEAT MUSIC)

Come on in, I got something for you.

Yeah, what you got?

It's a surprise.

Latest thing.

Specimen tuna lures that wriggle like a bitch.

Latest thing on the grand backs.

Never fail.

I got tired of seeing your damn face

so disappointed all the time so I spoke

to the representative from Fontaine.

Skinny guy?

It's alright Dill, I know times are hard.

You can have those free of charge.

Kind of strange guy, right?

He gave 'em to me for free, a free trial.

Yeah he knew a lot about me.

LOIS: Who?

How do you explain that?

Explain what?

Eh.

See Lois you know how in Plymouth

they like to say everybody knows everything?

Now wouldn't it be funny if the truth was that

nobody knows anything?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Like where exactly it is that we are?

Where in the world are we, Lois?

Dill well you have yourself a good day now

and do what's right, okay?

Yeah, and what's that?

Go catch that fish, Dill.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(DIALLING PHONE)

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: Fontaine Boat and Fishing Tackle Suppliers.

Hi, yes, I'm calling about a Mr. Reid Miller,

he's a technical representative with your company,

he tried to sell me a fish finder last night.

I was just checking, he works for you, right, he's real?

WOMAN: Real?

Yes sir, why do you ask?

And Fontaine Boat and Fishing Tackle Suppliers,

that's what you do, you're real?

WOMAN: Why yes sir.

Great.

Well listen, I'd like to leave Mr. Miller a message.

WOMAN: Certainly, can I take your name?

Oh he'll know who I am.

WOMAN: Sir, there are rules here.

My message is thank you.

WOMAN: I cannot leave Mr. Miller a message unless I

take your...

Hey Dill.

Weather blew over just in time.

I got your ice and beers ready for you.

I won't need ice and beer today, Jack.

Just a bottle of rum.

You got customers today?

Mm hmm.

I thought you had rules

about taking strong liquor on-board.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Well the rules have changed.

You know Dill if you gonna catch old Justice,

maybe you should go out alone.

Tourists just get under your feet.

Now why would you say that, Jack?

What's that?

Do you even know?

- Know what? - Why you say things.

Do you even know what this is all about?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Nah, it's just me going crazy, right?

Probably need to see Dr. Bob.

I think the island's getting to me.

Oh yeah.

It'll do that okay.

Exactly how many years have I been here, Jack?

JACK: What's that?

How long have I been on Plymouth Island?

Sometimes it feels like

we've all been here forever, right?

Yeah.

I'll get you that bottle of rum.

I got a feeling today is the day.

Yeah, today is the day alright.

FRANK: Don't you, you come back here!

(CRASHING)

KAREN: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

FRANK: Come back here, you bitch!

KAREN: I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- I'm sorry! - Shut the fuck up.

- I said I'm sorry. - Shut the fuck up!

I swear to god I will find a fucking hole for you.

PATRICK: Mom!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(WATER RUNNING)

No Duke, I'm going out alone today.

Yeah, alone is right.

You will be alone because Mr. Zariakas

won't be showing up.

Frank?

(INHALES RAGGEDLY)

I made some arrangements, he won't be coming.

What arrangements?

What happened?

(GROANING)

Oh, fuck, my rib!

I don't feel so good.

I used my $2,000 to pay some Argentinian camera guy

to break his hand.

You fuckin' what?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

It was fuckin' six of them against me.

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

Oh fuck!

You what?

I didn't do it to save him, I did it to save you.

No, no Duke.

(GROANING)

No you didn't fuckin' do that.

I don't think there's gonna be any sport for me

for a while, baby.

Deliver me from temptation, that's what you said.

And that's what I've done.

(SHOUTS)

Dill, you're not right in your mind.

You should go see Dr. Bob.

Get the fuck off my boat.

- You should see someone. - Get off my boat!

(SHOUTS)

Fuck.

I quit!

Yah!

(BANGS)

Jack?

Jack?

(BANGING)

Give me a bottle of rum.

I already gave you a bottle.

And I already drank that bottle.

Now give me a goddamn bottle.

JACK: You're sitting in ol' Wes's seat.

That's right, Jack.

(BANGS)

Right here.

What happened?

You don't drink before you go out, Dill.

That's 'cause I'm not going out.

Why not?

You want something to eat?

I got ham and eggs.

Nn-nn.

Okay Dill, here's how we all see it.

Three days ago you pull a knife on some tourists,

yell bad things at Duke.

Joe at the carrier says he sees you running naked

in the mornings.

Last night everybody saw you sitting on the deck

in the rain talking to the air.

Now whether you like it or not,

I'm calling Dr. Bob, okay?

(CHUCKLING)

You're a part of it, Jack.

And you don't even know it.

This whole goddamn island is a part of it.

But nobody knows it.

You wanna go call Dr. Bob?

Go do that.

(SIGHS)

(SHOUTS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC) (SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Okay, this is a message for Baker Dill

from all your friends on Plymouth Island.

Come back, man.

You've got a fish to catch.

(CLATTERS)

I'm so mad about this.

Oh I know baby, they got what was coming to them.

I so wanted my Daddy to catch me a big fish today.

I spent so long planning this.

Those nights on the internet.

I know. (SIGHS)

- I know. - I'm so sad

my dream's not gonna come true.

I know baby, I know.

I'm hurt pretty bad, baby.

Okay.

Okay.

(GROANS)

I want you to pretend that my throat...

- Oh. - Is your big old fishing rod.

- Baby my hand is broke. - See,

see if you can hold it, just see.

I can't, my hand's broke, baby.

Oh, just try, just try.

I can't.

(GROANING)

Oh yes Daddy I feel that.

(GROANS)

That is so strong.

I can't stop you.

Nobody can stop you.

You know, if you wanted to go I'd come with you.

I'd help you.

- You would? - Yeah.

(GROANS)

How the fuck did you know I was here?

Oh come on, on Plymouth everybody knows everything.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah.

Except what the fuck is going on.

If it helps, I don't much know either.

I just kind of know what's supposed to happen.

Well if it helps, I called your office.

They said you are real.

That's very kind of them.

Did you ask them what real means?

I didn't have enough coins

to get into that conversation.

(CHUCKLING)

- Fuck. - What's funny?

What's not funny, huh?

I get theory on my own existence.

It's very interesting.

Intellectually challenging.

I mean I gotta favour the notion

that I've just been on this island too long.

Had so much bad fuckin' rum I lost my grease.

Nah.

You're not crazy.

No?

No.

(SPLASHES)

Well if someone invented me

how come I know who I am?

You don't.

You don't.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

So in short, nobody knows anything.

Mm.

Nobody except whoever created us, and who's that?

You know, don't you?

Know what?

Who the creator is.

This is a game?

Yeah, I guess I do.

Everything is a guess.

Every wave that breaks is a guess.

Come on, who is it?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

It's a boy.

Sitting in a dark room.

In some other part of the house he can hear some guy

beating his mother.

So he sits in front of his computer screen

wishing he could bring his dad back so he could

kill the son of a bitch, there it is.

That's it.

So that's the new game.

Your new compulsion.

Yeah.

Real, not real, I don't give a fuck.

He wants me to do it, he needs me to do it, I'm gonna do it.

It's called justice or something like that, I'm doing it.

Well, if that's the new rule, I should help you.

Fuck fish finders, right?

Consuela told Lois who told me

in spite of all the obstacles that have been

thrown in her way, Karen has persuaded Zariakas

to be on the boat at noon.

If the game is to kill him, you don't have much time.

(WAVES WASHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Here we go, come on baby, that's right.

I'm the rules, I am the rules, huh?

Let me show you how it's done, son.

Just like in Iraq, that was a game, huh?

Shoot 'em up game.

I was good at that game, huh?

That's right.

Let's put it to good use.

Call it justice, huh?

Here we go.

Ah!

(TENSE MUSIC)

I gave him medication and bandaged his hand.

He's been drinking rum,

he's been throwing up,

so let's get him on board before he changes his mind.

This is fate, John.

He's so broken up he can't fight back.

Stay calm, Karen, I got this.

- Does he have a gun? - No.

I mean, yeah but I hid it.

It's fate, John.

BAKER: How we doing, boss man?

- What's that? - Huh?

I assume you want something cold to drink.

Ah.

The tide's gonna be turning soon, we should get on board

if we're gonna do this.

Well he's badly wounded.

Just get him on board, he wants to fish.

You wanna fish, right?

Fuckin' show that fuckin' Captain Dole...

There we go.

Let's do this, on three, one, two, three.

(GROANING)

Oh, mother fuck!

You got it, easy does it.

(SHOUTING)

Have a seat right here in the king's chair.

(GROANING)

(CAT MEOWING)

Get some rum in him.

All he can handle.

Here you go, Daddy.

You did it, Daddy.

You did it, that's good.

(CAT MEOWS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Oh creator of this garden of Eden.

Please understand he's a good soul

whose mind has been disturbed by temptation.

FRANK: Come back here, you bitch!

KAREN: I just...

FRANK: Come back you fucking bitch!

Mrs. Zariakas please

put the fighting jacket on your husband.

- Hey, give me your hand. - Huh?

- Okay, can you sit up? - No.

- Can you sit up? - No.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

When that fuckin' fish bites,

you be sure to put that rod in my good hand, okay Mr. Dole?

You the boss.

Oh yeah, make sure he gives the fuckin' rod to me, yeah?

Yes.

To me, yes what?

Yes, Daddy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ha!

You fuckin' hear that, Dole?

She likes to call me Daddy.

I hear it.

How about your boy?

He call you Daddy too?

FRANK: What's that?

That creepy one, Patrick.

- He call you Daddy? - John.

Stay cool.

What'd you call him?

Alright we got blood in the water.

Sharks are gonna come, my man.

Yeah but we're after the fuckin' tuna though, yeah?

You goddamn right we're going after tuna.

The time's right.

(PATS) (GRUNTS)

We're gonna fuckin' do it.

We're gonna do what?

Swear to fuckin' god, look what you did to me, huh?

KAREN: Please, please, please!

FRANK: You fuckin' happy now?

Catch the famous fish, of course.

Hey, Mr. Dill.

I figured it was last night's rum talking

when you said you didn't need me.

I stowed away.

But I'm here to help.

Oh fuck.

I wanna show you I am lucky.

John, who the hell is this?

I just, I thought I'd bring you some luck.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

John?

What the fuck you keep calling him John for?

Shh.

Mr. Dill, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

I thought you'd be fine with it.

You don't have to pay me.

No it's okay Sampson, it's okay, listen.

Want you to go up to the wheel house, tidy up.

When you're done, fetch me a pack of cigarettes, okay?

- Yes sir, captain. - Okay.

Mr. Zariakas, stay in your seat and watch the rigs.

Mrs. Zariakas, do you wanna know where the toilet is?

- Yes. - Follow me.

(GROANS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(REEL CLICKING)

Okay, okay, okay we offer the kid money

to keep his mouth shut, right?

No, no that's not a good idea.

I'm not doing that to the kid.

What do you propose?

I can't go back to my life, John.

I can't go back to my life.

- Easy. - No, no!

Easy.

(REEL CLICKING)

SAMPSON: Fish on, tying onto shotgun.

Gun him, gun him, gun him!

Fish on.

(SCREAMING)

FRANK: Look what you fuckin' made me do!

(GRUNTING)

Oh Jesus Christ, it's him.

Ah!

What do you mean, it's him?

It's Justice.

FRANK: Shut the fuck up, one more fuckin'...

Sampson, it's him!

It's him?

Woo!

I knew it!

I knew I'd bring you luck!

Hold her steady!

(GROANS)

Are you fucking nuts?

Give that line to me, come on.

You're mine now.

- Hey. - You're fuckin' mine, baby.

Are you seriously going to catch a fish now?

No.

He is.

FRANK: This time I'm gonna fuckin' do it.

Daddy, do you wanna take the rod, huh?

- Yeah. - Huh?

Yeah, Gimme that fuckin' rod.

Sampson, the paying customer has insisted

that I transfer the rod to him.

Okay Mr. Dill.

(GROANING)

Are you sure you can handle this beast, huh?

You man enough?

'Cause let me tell you this motherfucker is the beast.

Yeah, give it to me.

Put it into my left hand.

There we go, huh?

- Gimme the fuckin' rod. - Here we go.

Clip me in.

Six feet under, you and the fuckin' kid.

(SCREAMING)

You hear me?

I will fuckin' bury you!

Oh man.

Big enough to have his own fuckin' name.

Yeah.

And the question is, do you want him?

Don't let go baby, don't let go!

He's yours now.

And you're his.

(SHOUTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Man overboard!

(SHOUTS)

Patrick!

(SHOUTING)

REPORTER: In the Pompano Beach area of Miami last night

police responding to a 911 call arrested a 13 year old

juvenile Patrick Zariakas on a charge

of second degree murder.

The boy's stepfather, Frank Zariakas,

a construction worker, was found with a single knife wound

to the chest.

Patrick's mother, Karen Zariakas, claims she and her son

(SIRENS WAILING) had been the victims

of domestic violence for many years.

She claims Patrick acted in self-defence

and to protect his mother during a drunken assault.

Lindsay Carillo has more.

LINDSAY: I'm outside the Rosemont High School

and Plymouth Boulevard where Patrick's principal,

Dillon Baker, has issued a statement describing Patrick

as a gifted IT student living in a troubled environment

who had withdrawn into a world he created on his computer.

We have also learned that Patrick Zariakas's

real father, Captain John Mason, was killed in action

in 2006 while fighting in Ramadi, Iraq.

He was posthumously awarded the purple heart for gallantry.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

So.

It's done.

That was telling the truth when I said I love you.

And Patrick loves you.

And you love him.

Somewhere you will find him.

Yeah, somewhere.

Where?

REPORTER: Police tell us that Patrick will undergo

a detention risk assessment, and due to the mitigating

circumstances, will be released into the custody

of his mother.

We understand that so far he has yet to speak to anyone

about what happened.

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

PATRICK: Dad?

It's Patrick, is that you?

Can you hear me?

Yeah, buddy, it's Dad, it's Dad.

PATRICK: Dad, I just wanna know, are you okay?

What happened?

I don't know, I don't know what happened,

I don't know anything, you know.

Nobody knows anything.

You know all I know is that

you and me, somewhere.

PATRICK: Dad, I...

I did something real bad.

I know, I know, it's okay, it's okay,

you did the right thing.

You hear me?

Sometimes we do bad things for good reasons.

PATRICK: Dad, I'm gonna change the game.

So I can come visit you sometime.

Is that okay?

I'm here, alright, come see me.

Come see me, we'll meet at the Serenity.

We can go somewhere, anywhere we want, huh?

PATRICK: Yeah, we'll go somewhere.

Yeah?

PATRICK: We'll go fishing.

- (LAUGHS) - Okay.

I'll meet you at the boat, hmm?

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(BEEPING)

PATRICK: I'm gonna change the game.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

You're real.

(LAUGHING)

PATRICK: There's a you and a me, somewhere.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

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