-Where are you going? -To point this boat up into the storm.
And scream for help!
We lie ahull, beam to the waves, slip sideways. Standard procedure.
Forget it, we won't make it! Missy, get on the radio now!
-We can make it. -Mayday!
It's sopping wet! She'll be weeping in the wind. No!
We stay below and ride this thing out.
Remember, this is my boat!
This is my life!
Go, Melissa!
Mayday!
Mayday! Mayday!
We're a 32-foot sailing vessel, Mistral.
Our position is...
...39.49 north...
Mayday! Mayday!
Over.
Hey, cap!
Ice machine's had it. It's dead.
-Check the evaporator? -Yeah.
-Freon? -Plenty, but nowhere to flow.
Use some spit and glue.
I did. She's fried, skip.
I told Brown, get us a new one...
...but he gets another overhaul, son of a bitch!
Sorry.
The ice machine's gone.
Oh, fuck.
All right, we got good ice on them now.
We seal the fish hold.
With luck, we'll deliver the catch and set the market.
Pull up the gear.
We're going home.
Put these babies on ice, and we're out of here!
We are taking heavy waves. Damage on deck.
Need immediate assistance.
We're beam to the sea and taking on water.
Just so you understand what we're up against.
We're looking at 40 to 50-foot waves, gale-force winds. A real bad one.
Right in our path.
The Weather Service is jerking off again.
No.
You're afraid?
I never seen you scared.
It's pretty rough stuff out there, that's for sure.
We either hang out here for a few days till it calms down...
But, cap...
...we got 60,000 pounds of fish here.
Are we gonna let it spoil?
I thought we were gonna set the market, make a killing.
Or we say the hell with it.
We drive right through it.
You said we're Gloucestermen.
What do you say, guys?
Are we or aren't we?
Did we come out here for nothing?
-It's a lot of money. -Let's make some money.
Come on. Let's hear it, Gloucester!
Let's get her lashed down. Bugs, put the birds in the water.
Birds in. Got it, skip.
Look. Look at this.
We got Hurricane Grace moving north off the Atlantic seaboard.
Huge...
...getting massive.
Two, this low south of Sable Island, ready to explode.
Look at this.
Three, a fresh cold front swooping down from Canada.
But it's caught a ride on the jet stream...
...and is motoring hell-bent towards the Atlantic.
Cool.
Wait, wait.
What if Hurricane Grace runs smack into it?
Add to the scenario this baby off Sable Island, scrounging for energy.
She'll start feeding off both the Canadian cold front...
...and Hurricane Grace.
You could be a meteorologist all your life...
...and never see something like this.
It would be a disaster of epic proportions.
It would be...
...the perfect storm.
Let's get down below.
Bobby?
I want you up here with me.
Mayday! Mayday!
Sailing vessel Mistral, this is Coast Guard rescue.
Sandy!
Edie, they heard me! They're coming!
Air Force rescue 2-3- 1.
We've located the Mistral.
Position: 39.49 north...
...69.52 west.
How far's that last position?
About 20.3 miles, captain.
OD, boatswain on the bridge.
Tallyho, there they are.
-Okay, guys, showtime. -You got it.
Mistral, this is 2-3-1 .
We're gonna extract you one at a time from the deck.
Hey, Jeremy, I don't like this.
-Clock's ticking. -Come on, we better get them off now.
Get closer, Darryl.
Just a little closer.
Okay, deploying the basket.
Close to 2:00.
Let's come right to 5.
-Four. Three. -Son of a bitch.
Stop there. Hold your hover.
Goddamn it!
Keep it steady, keep it steady.
Shit!
Man out!
-Shear the cable! -No, I got it!
Shit.
Bring up the basket!
Sandy!
Hold on!
I got you!
-Basket's in. -Looks like I'm going for a swim.
Okay, go get them.
Mitchell off intercom.
It's time to get wet.
We're gonna be all right.
Go.
Altitude.
Altitude. Get her up, get her up!
He's in the water.
I'm going after him!
No, no, wait! Stand by!
Jonesy, hold on.
There! He's okay.
This isn't working. They'll have to get in the water.
Come on, come on!
You're having a blast, huh?
-Want a turn? -No, just watch. I want to watch.
I'm studying up for the day I get my own boat.
Your own boat, huh?
Want to give me a hand? Grab the throttle.
Hang on.
-Ah, shit! -Seven K, six easy.
-Eight minimum. -Ten.
You know, I'm gonna get me a new used Ford F-1 50...
...take a ride to Digby with Irene.
Going to get drunk, eat like a pig and sleep like a child!
Fish and fun-gee!
Okay, Jer, too risky to go lower. You gotta jump from here.
Good afternoon, madam. I'm Sergeant Jeremy Mitchell.
I'll be your para-rescue jumper today.
How are you?
Okay so far.
Keep your hands and feet in the basket.
-Careful. -Okay!
All right, here we go.
You're next.
That was nothing!
Come on!
Oh, my God.
It's happening.
Andrea Gail, Andrea Gail. This is Hannah Boden.
...Billy, over.
Calling the Andrea Gail.
Andrea Gail, do you read me?
Do you read me? Come in!
Come in, for God's sake, come in! Billy, these storms have collided!
They are exploding!
Who is it?
I don't know.
Andrea Gail, come in!
Whiskey-Yankee-Charlie 6-6-8-1, over.
Talk to me, Billy, over.
I repeat, Whiskey-Yankee-Charlie 6-6-8-1 ...
Look at your fax, damn it! Look at your fax!
Whiskey-Yankee-Charlie 6-6-8-1, over!
-Where are you, Billy? -Linda?
Give me the coordinates.
-44 north, 56.4 west. -We're 44 north...
...56.4 west, headed west.
I repeat, 44 north, 56.4 west, headed...
Over.
Billy, get out of there.
Come about! Let it carry you out! What the hell are you doing?
Hang on!
Billy! Billy, for chrissake!
You're steaming into a bomb! Turn around, for chrissake!
It's the antenna.
Billy, can you hear me?
You're headed right for the middle of the monster.
Oh, my God.
Hang on!
Take the wheel.
No, I'll go.
Mayday, mayday, mayday...
...Coast Guard Boston.
This is fishing vessel Hannah Boden relaying a mayday...
...for swordboat Andrea Gail.
Last position, 44 north...
...56.4 west, over.
Advise you proceed to next incident at your discretion, over.
Yeah, roger, Boston.
I just got a mayday on a Gloucester swordboat, the Andrea Gail.
44 north, 56.4 west, headed west.
Jesus. That's straight into hell.
Gloucester. They're always from Gloucester.
It's an increased-risk mission, so, you know, it's up to us.
I'm getting a little air-to-air feeling.
Refuel in hell? That's pretty sporty.
Call the cutter. We're coming in hot.
People, slight change of plans!
We're gonna drop you on the Coast Guard cutter Tamaroa.
We got some swordfishermen who have lost their way.
Or their minds.
This is rescue 2-3- 1 on final approach.
Rescue 2-3- 1, flight deck is green.
There it is. You're being waved in.
Thirty meters and closing.
Twenty-five meters, winds 43.
Set a line at 0-1 -0.
Beautiful. We're coming.
Watch this wave, cap.
2-3- 1, looking good. Transfer at will.
Drop ladder.
All right, send them down.
Put your foot out.
Left leg out.
Mind your helm, goddamn it.
Watch the deck!
Come on.
First survivor on deck.
-Where's our fuel? -Refueling tanker is on the way.
Second survivor on deck.
Jesus.
It's gone.
No antenna, no radio. We're back in the 1 9th century.
You want to call it quits, turn around?
What do you think?
I think she's a hell of a boat.
With a hell of a crew.
And a hell of a skipper.
All right then, Gloucester...
...we're coming home!
Take the wheel!
Skipper, don't!
Take the goddamn wheel! That's an order!
Damn, I can't see anything.
What's the gauge say?
It's low, Jonesy. Where are they?
-Tanker's on the way. -How many stops are they making?
No!
Come on! Not again.
Hello? Ethel, thank God!
I'm going crazy here. Even the weather guy's gone bananas.
Have you heard from...? Hello? Ethel?
Shit!
There she is! Thank God.
Let's fill her up, save these yahoos and get out of here.
King 1 -2, we have visual.
Air Force rescue 2-3-1, you've got a wet hose.
All right now, hold on!
In the water!
Hold on, skip!
Shit.
Come on, skip!
Come on, skip, come on!
Yeah!
Anything yet?
Nothing about boats.
-I got four nines. -He's a liar.
Florence.
Damage estimates are in the high millions.
Folks, the worst is yet to come.
The storm of the century.
Residents, stay inside, pack sandbags against door frames.
A report here that Cape Ann fishing industry is in tatters.
Lobstermen from Gloucester to Scituate have lost their traps.
A missing swordboat, Andrea Gail, out of Gloucester with a crew of six.
An Air National Guard rescue helicopter has been dispatched.
At Logan International Airport, flooded runways.
We did it!
-Get those windows boarded up! -All right, skip.
Come on, board it up!
Tell those guys forget it. We'll get our gas somewhere else.
What do you think?
We're running on fumes.
King 1 -2, this isn't gonna work.
This is not our night.
We're issuing a mayday. Give the Coast Guard our coordinates.
We're ditching.
Mayday, mayday, Air Force rescue 2-3-1 calling Coast Guard Tamaroa.
King 1 -2, departing the area.
Come on!
Let's get it up!
All right, guys, get ready!
Hold on!
Get it up there!
Get another one.
Come on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Grab them, grab them!
Hang on, there's a swell!
Come on, guys, try to get you close.
-Stay together. -Roger that.
Number 1 is out!
Bail! Bail out!
-Leave yourself enough time, okay? -I'll be fine.
Go, Jonesy, go!
You're next.
Hold on, hold on!
Now, Jeremy, now! Go! Bail out!
See you, Darryl.
No, no, no, no. No!
Over here!
We're over here!
Have you seen Mitchell?
No.
What about Jonesy?
Nothing. Just you.
Goddamn it, we don't lose anybody!
Come on, lay it on.
-Get it locked! -Get them on!
They're not gonna make it!
Tell them to hold on. I'll turn the boat.
Right now, let's go!
Come on, guys, you can do it!
It's jammed! It's jammed!
Lock it down!
I can't hold her!
Come on, get it up.
Put it on now!
Come on, this is it.
-Get it on. -I'm trying!
Get it on.
It's loose. I got it!
Man overboard!
-What?! -Two over the side.
Come on, help me!
Hold on, I got you!
Grab the line!
Oh, God.
We lost Bugsy!
Bugsy!
Hold on. Grab this.
Hold on!
Come on, Bugsy. Grab it!
Grab it!
Bugsy!
There! Right there!
Come on, let's go!
I'm here, Jeremy, I'm here. I got you. We're here.
Hey, talk to me, J. Talk to me.
I'm all busted up, cap.
Can't breathe.
-Hey, Mitch, have you seen Jonesy? -No.
Go find him. Go find Jonesy. Go get him.
Boys, that's it.
We can't make it.
We're turning around.
Come on, cap, we can do it.
What about our catch?
We'll mug them next time.
This piece of water belongs to us.
The fish will gather again for the Andrea Gail...
...when we come back.
This is gonna be the turnaround of all time.
Textbook.
So get ready.
If it were good news, he would've called us.
The news is the rescue helicopter had to ditch.
We can't raise the Andrea Gail.
What does that mean?
We don't know anything.
If anyone can survive this storm, it's Billy Tyne. I'll give him that.
What do you want?
Credit for having the guts to walk in here?
I do.
Give it to him.
How you doing, Quentin?
Pretty good, governor.
You're counting your money.
And my guy is out there risking his life for a bunch of stupid fish.
That's the game.
I hate the game. I hate the goddamn game!
Do you hear me?!
Do you read me, governor? Do you?!
Do you read me?!
Did you see him?
I don't see anything!
Look! There's the cutter.
-Have them put out the cargo net. -Cargo net, aye, sir.
Put me alongside them.
I want five men on that net. And get the light out there.
Okay, guys, hook in!
Pick it up! Move!
Keep your light on those swimmers!
Get ready!
Release the net now!
Okay, now, Jeremy, swim!
Swim!
Give him a hand!
Get ready!
Come on!
All right! Let's do it again.
If they can't get to us, we'll get to them.
Go up swell and drift down.
Broadside, captain?
Isn't it too dangerous? It's too hairy.
I won't let two men drown!
Hold on, Jer. Just hold on.
When I say now, you go full throttle. Got it?
We only get one chance at this.
And then?
We pray.
Wait.
Now!
Faster!
We did it!
Guys, we're alive!
We made the turn! We did it!
Hey, skip, I'm giving you notice.
This is my last trip.
When we get back, I'm going right to Salisbury Beach with Chris.
We're riding those go-carts, full-time.
What do you think, skip?
We're doing 1 2 knots.
We keep this up, make it through till dawn...
...we might get out of here.
They're coming around, Jeremy.
I can't make it, cap. They're coming for you.
You're wrong, Jer!
They're coming for us.
I'm not gonna leave you here, Jer.
You have just one chance to grab ahold of those nets.
-You roger that? -Okay.
-Back full! -Back full on!
You gotta swim now, Jer!
Grab it, Jer, just grab it!
Come on!
Climb! Climb!
Reach!
We lost one! Pick up the net!
Come on! Give me your hand!
Reach and grab it with everything you got. Everything you've got!
Hold on!
Pull!
Yes! Get them inside and clear this deck.
All right, let's go.
There's another man out there! There's another man!
Jonesy!
Skip, we're gonna make it.
She's not gonna let us out.
No.
Come on, you bitch!
Come on!
Come on. We gotta get out.
How do we do this, skip?
No school for it.
Never was.
This is gonna be hard on my little boy.
Bobby...
...l'm sorry I got you into this.
Skip, we made the right call.
We had to try.
We were so close.
It was a hell of a fight, though, huh?
Let's get out of here, huh?
Christina.
Christina, can you hear me?
I don't know if you can, but I'm talking to you, baby.
Do you know how much I love you?
I loved you the moment I saw you.
I love you now...
...and I'll love you forever.
No goodbye.
There's only love, Christina.
Only love.
It's been a week of round-the-clock flights involving...
...efforts of half a dozen Northeast air rescue stations.
However, as of this hour, the Coast Guard has suspended its search...
...for Air National Guard para-rescue jumper Millard Jones.
He leaves a wife and three daughters.
The search for the Andrea Gail out of Gloucester...
...has also been suspended after aircrafts covered...
... 1 16,000 square miles of ocean...
... without finding a single survivor.
We'll have more news after these messages.
I knew Billy Tyne.
I did not know his crew very well.
But any man who sailed with him must've been the better for it.
Robert Shatford...
...Dale Murphy...
...Michael Moran...
...David Sullivan...
...Alfred Pierre...
...may you rest easy, long-liners...
...in fair winds and calm seas.
For those of us left behind...
...the unmarked grave which is home for those lost at sea...
...is of no consolation.
It can't be visited.
There is no headstone on which to rest a bunch of flowers.
The only place we can revisit them...
...is in our hearts or in our dreams.
They say swordboatmen suffer from a lack of dreams.
That's what begets their courage.
Well, we'll dream for you...
...Billy...
...Bobby...
...and Murph...
...Bugsy...
...Sully...
...and Alfred Pierre.
Sleep well.
Good night.
I'll be asleep...
...and then all of a sudden, there he is.
That big smile.
You know that smile.
And I say, "Hey, Bobby, where you been?"
But he won't tell me.
He just smiles and says:
"Remember I'll always love you, Christina.
I love you now, and I'll love you forever.
There's no goodbye.
Only love."
And then he's gone.
But he's always happy when he goes.
So I know he's gotta be okay.
Absolutely okay.
I love your dream.
The fog's just lifting.
You throw off your bow line, throw off your stern.
You head out the South Channel...
...past Rocky Neck, Ten Pound Island...
...past Niles Pond, where I skated as a kid.
You blow your horn and wave to...
...the lighthouse keeper's kid on Thatcher Island.
Then the birds show up.
Black-backs and herring gulls...
...big dump ducks.
The sun hits you.
You head north, open up to 1 2.
You're steaming now.
The guys are busy, you're in charge.
You know what? You're a goddamn swordboat captain.
Is there anything better in the world?