(grand orchestral music) (wind whooshing) (eerie ambient music) (water lapping) (boat creaking) (coughs) (boat creaking) - Richard? Richard? (yells) Richard? (boat creaking) (panting) Whoa! Richard? (grunting) Babe? No! (yells) Richard? (panting) (screams) (whimpering) (panting) (panting) (muttering) Please no. Please. (panting) (screams) (sobbing) (dramatic orchestral music) - Bye. - Thank you. Bye, Tami. - Bye. Bye, guys. - Bye! - Bonjour. - What is your profession? - Uh, whatever job pays me enough to get me to the next place. - How long will you be here in, uh, Tahiti? - No idea. - And your final destination? OK. (stamps clicking) (all chattering) - Hey, so why Tahiti? What brought you here? - The wind, I guess. I was a cook on a schooner, but when the gig was up, I didn't really feel like going home yet. - Uh-huh. Where's home for you? - San Diego, California. - Nice. - When are you going back? - Never. (chuckling) I don't know. Maybe once I've seen the world. - Hey, mate. Why is your boat called Mayaluga? - It's Swazi. - I'm a Kiwi. I need a translation, please. - One who crosses the horizon. - Oh. - You, uh, you girls wanna give me a hand? - Wow, this is so beautiful. - Thanks. Here. - Sorry, what was your name? - Richard. - Richard, I'm Deb. - Hi, Deb. - This is Tami. - Hey. - Tami. Thank you. - Yeah, no problem. - See ya. - Nice to meet you. - You too. See ya around. (light orchestral music) (yawns) - Hey. - Hey. - Thought you may need this. - How thoughtful. Thanks, Tami. - No worries. - You, uh, like fish? - I'm actually a vegetarian. So... (chuckling) - Right. - I like them when they're alive. - I was gonna see if you just wanted to grab an early dinner. Uh, but seeing as you're, do you know I can make a really good vegetarian version. - That sounds great. (laughing) - Good, good, sold. - Thank you. - Done. - Do you want me to grab anything else? - Uh, some vegetables. (laughing) - I can do that. You've been to so many places. So cool. - Yeah. - All on this boat? - Yeah, just me and her. - Where'd you find her? - I actually built her when I was working in a boatyard in South Africa. - You built this boat? - Mm-hmm. - That's a big deal. That's so impressive. - It's not. - It is. Oh, thank you. (glasses ting) - Chin-chin. - Cheers. - What's it like sailing out there all alone? Uh, miserable. (snickers) Cold. Utterly awful. - Come on. - Uh-- - Seriously. - Yeah, seriously. I mean you're either, uh, sunburnt, sleep-deprived or seasick. Usually all three at once and constantly hungry. - Mm. - Always wet, and after a few days, there's hallucinations. - I'm assuming not the fun kind. - Mm-mmm. I wish. - (chuckles) - If it's not fun, then why do you do it? - Uh, 'cause it's a feeling, feeling I can't describe. Uh, it's intense. The infinite horizon. (light orchestral music) After a few days, I feel reborn. Uh, just you, the wind, and the sound of the boat cutting through the ocean. I'm sorry. That was incredibly cheesy. - No, not at all, actually. - So, you must be a sailor too? - Mm. I love sailing, but I don't know that I would consider myself a sailor. - Oh, come on. - Not like you. - Yes, you are. I don't believe you. - (chuckles) Do you wanna take her out? - Right now? - Uh, sure. We could take her out right now or tomorrow if you'd like. (laughing) - Whoo-hoo! Whoo! (whistling) (whooping) - Yo, baby! You've got this! - Hi! (chuckles) - Yeah! - Hey, the sheet's luffing. Should I pull it in? - I didn't think you were much of a sailor! - I'm not. I learned a few things when I was a cook on that schooner, but definitely never crossed the horizon all alone like you. (groans) Here we go. Whoo! Richard! Richard! Richard! (sobbing) Where are you? (sobbing) (boat creaking) (grunts) Mayday, Mayday! This is the sailing yacht Hazana! (static hissing) Does anyone copy? Hello? Our last recorded position was 129 degrees west and latitude 12 north. Does anyone copy? Hello? (grunts) (static hissing) Mayday. Mayday. Is anybody there? Please help me. I'm sinking. Our boat is sinking. Mayday. (sobbing) (coughs) (vomiting) (coughing) (sobbing) Where are you? (sobbing) - Where are you taking me? - (chuckles) (waterfall flowing) - This is unreal. - Wow. Oh, you're not gonna jump, are you? - No, of course I'm not (!) - Shut up. (chuckling) # Fly me to the-- # - Don't! Tami, no! Tami? I can't believe I'm doing this. (exhales) (screams) Tami? Tami, are you OK? (groans) (both scream) (laughing) - Whoo! (laughing) - When did you become so wild? - What? What does that even mean? (laughing) # Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you # - I've never met anyone like you. You're just like a bloke. - Like a bloke? (laughing) (coughs) Well, I guess I've never met anyone like you either. - Oh, yeah? - Sensitive like a woman. (screams) # I had a beer and now I hear you calling my name # # Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere # # And I wonder should I offer you a chair # # When I turned around to look at you # # You're nowhere to be found # # I've searched the place for your lost face # # Guess I'll have another round # # And I think that I just fell in love with you # (waves lapping) (dramatic orchestral music) (gasps) - The dinghy. (laughing) Oh my God. Thank you. (motor stalling) Come on, come on. Ah! Damn it! (grunts) (grunting) (boat creaking) (grunting) (boat creaking) (metal snapping) No, no! No! (groaning) (screams) (inhales deeply) (panting) It's drifting! It's drifting. (grunts) No! (breathing heavily) (grunting) (coughing) I'm coming! I've just gotta make some repairs. I've just gotta make some repairs. * All right. Here we go, girl. Let's get you moving. Lookin' good, mama. (electricity crackling) Ow! (groans) Here we go. Where are you? Got the jib. Let's get this water out of here. We can do this. We can do this. Stay. No, no, no, no! (growls) (metal creaking) Stay. Stay. No, no, no, no, no! (grunting) Work with me, girl. Lookin' good. (grunts) All right, baby. Show me what you've got. Come on! Whoo! (laughing) Coming, baby! (metal squeaking) (laughs) (light orchestral music) What is that? (chuckling) - For me? - For you. - It's not my birthday, you know? - I know. I saw it in a window, and I thought of you. (giggles) - You don't like it? - No, I love it. It's beautiful. (faucet sputtering) (grunting) (dramatic orchestral music) - OK. (exhales) Richard? We're almost there! Hang on! (suspenseful orchestral music) Oh, my God, you're alive! Oh, my God! (laughing) (groans) (grunting) (Tami screams) (Tami grunts) (coughing) Oh, my God. Hey, I'm here. I'm here. Look at me. It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. OK. It's gonna be OK. (gasps) (sobbing) (BIRDS SQUAWKING, BONGO DRUMMING) Excuse me, where am I? You're lost in the procrastination place. Yeah, right. That makes sense. MAN: Slap yourself out of it. Whoo! * - OK, tell me. Do you, uh, do you know what flower that is? - It's a Plumeria, right? - It's a Frangipani. - A what? - A Frangipani. - A Frangipani. - Yeah. One second. - That's what you call it? - A flower of love. - It's like God put these on earth to mask the smell of burning trash. (chuckles) - My late mum used to say, that nothing moves through life faster. In one day, it can open, it can change colour, wilt, and then die. Look-- - Sometimes the things that you say. (giggles) - Left or right? - Uh, why? - It's very, very important. You choose. (car horn honking) Basically, if you choose your left, it means you are technically off the market in a relationship. That's it. - Well-- - Well, wise choice. Wise choice. (woman singing) - Seven years. - Mm-hmm. - Wow. So, that would mean that when you were beginning to work on the Mayaluga, I was celebrating my sweet 16. (laughs) - Yeah. - Jeez. - And was it sweet, your 16th? - No. No, my mom took me to my first bar. I had, like, 10 shots of Midori. - Oh, my Lord. - Yeah. Worst hangover of my life, hands down. - So, your mum's a wild one, eh? One of those young at heart types. - She's just young, period. She was 31. - Oh, when she had you? - No, no, that night. She was 15 when she had me. - Wow. - Got knocked up when she was just a kid. Had me out of defiance, but Dad's parents actually raised me. - What was that like? - It's what I knew. I don't know. I made attempts, of course, to run away, but Mom worked for TWA, and I think her not being around as much kinda forced me to stick around. Like I owed it to her to finish high school or something. - Well, that makes sense. - I guess. Man, the day I graduated, I split. My girlfriend and I had been saving up, and we bought the sickest bus, drove it across the border to Todos Santos and lived on the beach for a few months. We started a salsa company and surfed every day. It was... (exhaling) it was amazing. The plan was to stay for six months. It's been five years, and here I am. - Here you are. (laughing) - You ready to shake, old salt? - (laughs) Sorry. Can I say no? - No, no, no. - Yes, yes. (Tami laughing) (Tahitian music) (singing in foreign language) - Oh, you've been warned. (laughing) Sorry, this is the best I've got. - No, you've got more in there, I know. (giggling) - No, you're a much better dancer. - It's the dress. - It is the dress. - That's why you bought it for me. - You've got me. # La da da da da # # Da da da # # La dee da da da # # Da da da # - Hey, Tami? - Yeah? - Will you sail around the world with me? (Tami grunts) (Richard grunts) - Exhale for me. (exhales) (dramatic orchestral music) (groaning) Shh. Hey, it's OK. - (groaning) - Just breathe. (groans loudly) What? What, what, what? - My ribs! My ribs are broken. - Oh, my God. Oh, my God. (gasping) Put your arm around me. Ready? One, two, three. Lift. (groaning) - (coughing) - It's OK. Shh, shh. (groans) Shh. What about Fatu Hiva? We could sail there first. It could work. That could work, yeah. As long as we don't go through Hana Vave. Everyone goes to it. It's become a bit of a dump. - What's the draw then? - Better anchorage. - Lazy suckers. - Omoa Bay. Now, that, that is, I mean, that is parfait. - Yeah? What, the beaches? - Yeah, it's, like, beyond amazing. - Uh, deux, s'il vous plait. - Trente-six. - What about Japan? I've always wanted to check it out. - Are you kidding me? - Mm-mm. - It's, like, my number one place. - Really? - Yeah. - We gotta go. How long do you think it would take to sail there? - Forever. It doesn't matter. I just wanna go everywhere with you. - And everywhere we will go. - Richard! Richard! - Richard! (man laughing) - Wha, tallyho! - Where the hell have you been hiding? - Uh, just everywhere. - Good to see you, Richard. - I nearly rang the bloody coast guard. - Sorry. Sorry, this is, this is Tami. Tami. - Hi. - Christine. - Christine, Peter. - Hi. My pleasure. - Tami. Well, how have you guys been? - Oh, really good. - Great. - We were just off for a coffee. Do you want to join us? I'm glad we bumped into you, Richard, because, well, there's something we'd like to talk to you about. - The thing is, Richard, we've got to go back to London rather suddenly, and we wanted to ask if you'd be interested-- - Yeah, we've been trying to find someone. I don't know if you'd be keen, but how would you like to sail the Hazana back to California for us? Uh, we could pay $10,000, plus first-class ticket return. - Seriously? You're, you're joking, right? - No, mate. What do you say? - Uh, where, where in California? - San Diego. (chuckles) - Wow. Uh, I don't mean to look a gift horse in the mouth here, but is there any possibility of making it two tickets back? - Done and done. - Done and done. Brilliant. Wow. (chuckling) - When do you leave? - We're hoping to get out no later than next week. - And the thing is, we don't want to press you, but it would be great if you could let us know when you could set sail. - Mm-hmm. Yeah, we can do that. - Great. - We can, um mull it over. (laughing) - You sure you want to put me in charge of these numbers? I'm shit at math. - You can do anything you put your mind to. - Mom used to tell me the same thing. And then she would say that my mind was too strong. Maybe I should've just been more like her, huh? Have kids by now, living in a suburb somewhere. - Well, I'd still be in the naval academy if I'd listened to my dad. But I decided to live my own life. (light orchestral music) (sighs) - We're... we're so far north. - Well, we are drifting. How far? - Way further than I thought. - What's the latitude? - 18 degrees north. That's like a 1,500-square-mile search area. (sighs) We're gonna die out here. We're not in any flight paths. There's no shipping lanes. - Tami. - No one knows we're here. - We'll be fine. (sighs) Hey. - Hey. - You OK? - I don't wanna feel like I'm following you on your adventures. I get that it's a really cool opportunity, but I'm not really looking to go home yet. It's not the direction I wanna go in. And if that's what you want, then-- - I'm sorry. I'm not going. - I'm not asking you to do that. - I know. I've sailed half the world just to find you. I'm not just letting that go. What? (chuckling) (scoffs) (giggling) - Well, can I see this big, bad boat? The boat is 55 feet. (watch beeping) 14 seconds. That means we're going about two, two and a half knots. - We could hit San Diego in 25 days. But then with these headwinds, it could take months. - Well, what if we don't sail to San Diego? - What do you mean? - I mean what if we hang left, then we go to Hawaii. Like navigators did back in the day. - Yeah, but most of those sailors didn't make it, Tam. If you miss Hawaii-- - I know. There's nothing till Japan. - It's like a 2,000-mile shot at a moving target. - If we miss Hawaii, we die. - We'd be adding 500 miles. - Yeah, but the current and the wind would be behind us. - OK. Take a left on the 19th. - Yeah. (metal creaking) * - God, I'm glad to be back in Rangiroa. - A fellow nearby, he looks to his wife and he says to us, "You're not in Rangiroa. You're in Apataki." - No. - How? That's like 100 miles away. - Yeah, no shit. (laughing) The longest sail of my life, Richard. - Sorry about that, darling. (all laughing) - Well, cheers, everyone. - Cheers. - What's the rush back to London if you don't mind me asking? - Uh, well, it's Christine's father. He's not well. - Oh-- - I'm sorry. Will he be OK? - He's 94. It's a good innings. - You'd be a lifesaver, Richard. - Wow. Oh, this is beautiful. - Uh, Richard, we're out of ginger beer. We're just going to go and grab some from the clubhouse, OK? - Make yourselves at home. We'll be back in a while. - Thanks. (chuckles) - So, what do you think of this big, bad boat then? - I think 4,000 miles is insane. - Yeah, but, in a month, - we'd make enough to fund an entire year travelling together. - Oh, a year? - Uh-huh. - Who said anything about a year? - (exhales) - Why are you trying to get rid of me? - Why are you trying to have sex with me? - Wow. Here? - I mean, it's our boat now, so why not? - (laughs) - So, you are in? - Just for those first-class plane tickets. Whoa. Later, you dirty old man. - Come on. (dramatic orchestral music) - "Dear Mom. "Sorry it's been a while. "I wanted to let you know that I am going to be coming home. "I got this job sailing this gorgeous yacht from down here back to San Diego." (groaning) Oh. "It's about a 30-day crossing, "so, hopefully, we'll get there right before Halloween." Come on, come on. (water pump whirring) It looks like we have a quarter tank of water! "I really hope you're in town because I'm going to be bringing my new boyfriend. (chuckles) "His name is Richard. He's a little bit older. "Uh, he's from England. "We've only been together a few months now, but I don't know, I really feel like he's the one." - Bon voyage, lovers! - "I guess we'll find out after crossing the Pacific together. (chuckles) "Anyway, I can't wait to see you and Grandma and Grandpa. "Dad if, if he's around. "I'll see you soon. I love you so much." (grunts) That's it. We've eaten all the fresh stuff. Ouch. - This is it? - Yeah. It's everything I could salvage. Here. You need to drink this. Come on. Close your eyes. Are you ready to love me even more? Look. Open your eyes. - Is that peanut butter? - Ah. (sniffing) - (chuckling faintly) Do you want a hand? - No, I got it. (grunts) Oh. How much do you love me right now? Huh? Is it good? - It's so good! - Mmm! (dramatic orchestral music) Oh, my God. - Wow. So what do you think of that? Huh? - It's so red. - Come on. - What? - What, is that how you'd describe a painting by Monet? Red? - If it was red, I would. Yeah. (chuckles) - No, no, that sunset's not red. That sunset is beet-dyed pomegranate. (laughs) (Richard chuckles) - Ladies and gentlemen, Bob Ross! (laughs) - You say, it's, it's kinda got a-- - It's definitely red. - No, no, with a hint of mandarin and flax, with the faintest hint of carnelian. - Red. (chuckles) - Red sky at night-- - Sailor's delight. - Who the hell is Bob Ross anyway? - You don't know who Bob Ross is? - Should I? - He's like, uh, the master of kitsch. Uh, he's like a modern-day Monet. You would love him. (chuckles) - (laughs) - Wait a second. Ah, wait. Let me see! - What? (both laughing) - Your cheeks. - Let me guess. They're red. - No, no. Definitely not red. More like, um... a sizzling salmon ketchup. (both laughing) - Tam! What is it? - Hold on. We're off 60 miles. And we lost a degree of latitude. - Well, how? - I don't know. Maybe this clock's not working? Or I messed up the math or something? We're over 1,800 miles from Hawaii. Frickin' rudder's not helping! (sighs) Making it impossible to stay on course. - Wait, no, no, no. We need to ration now. - You want to starve to death? - You want to be a victim, be my guest. - You make it sound like it's a choice. - It is a choice, Tam. - It's not a choice! (boat creaking) (metal screeching) Shut up! Ohh! (panting) Oh. Mm. - You OK? (whimpers) (suspenseful orchestral music) (grunting) - It has the jib caught on it. I can't get it off. - Maybe it'll have to just trail. - And create all that drag? (grunting) (sniffs) (sighs) - How is it? - It's OK. (groans) (gasps) (gasps) (exhales) (groaning) Is everything OK down there? - Yeah. We're running low on water. Seven cans of sardines. (clears throat) Nine cans of God knows what. - Let's pray for peaches. - Unfortunately, I think it's gonna be beans. And three cans of SPAM. Ew! (cans clattering on deck) Thank God the bloody hot sauce didn't break though. This isn't gonna last us a week. - Well, we're gonna supplement it with protein. - I'm not doing that. I'm not gonna kill any fish. - Why not? - 'Cause I'm not gonna make something suffer. - The food's not gonna last us to Hawaii. - I know it's not. Sorry. - My ribs are broken, my leg's shattered. I'm dead weight. (sighs) (grunts) - Mm! (gasping) - Just relax. - Easy for you to say. - All right, well, remember, it could be worse. You could die of hunger. - Uhh! Uh. (inhales) (dramatic orchestral music) (grunts) (gasps) I can't do it! It's too hard! (grunting) - It's OK. - I can't do it. (panting) - Shh, shh. * (rain pattering) (laughing) (thunder rumbling) (shouts, laughs) - See what we got hiding in here. What? Huh. (chuckles) (chuckles) No way. We struck gold. Are you kidding me right now? (light orchestral music) We're gonna have a party! (chuckles) A little touch of humanity. (light acoustic guitar music) # I turned around to look at you # # Light a cigarette # # Wish I had the guts to bum one # # You don't know me yet # # I hope that I don't fall in love with you # # 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue # # Well, the music plays # # You display # # Your heart for me to see # - I wish you'd never met me so you wouldn't be in this mess. - I wouldn't have us to remember. I wouldn't trade this for anything. (light acoustic guitar music) # 'Cause falling in love # # Just makes me blue # # I had a beer and now I hear # # You calling out for me # # Well, I # # Think that I just # # Fell in love with # # You # (clapping) (chuckles) Come on. - Hey, babe, can I ask you something? - Sure. - How did your mom die? - Ah, you really want to know? - You don't have to tell me. Just curious. - When I was seven, she hung herself. - What? - Yeah, it's, uh, it's fine. It's... It's years ago now, so... - Wow. I'm so sorry. - But Christ, the first person in your life who dies is supposed to be old, you know? Not your bloody mother. Uh, I think what I've done over the years is just sort of, uh, sort of internalised. - What? Internalised what? - Her voice, I guess, yeah. Back in my mind, I still, I still ask her to take a look at things and still listen to her tell me if something's right or wrong or-- - What is she saying now? (laughs) - Uh, (chuckles) "So it's true what they say, innit? "All men really do wanna marry their mums." (chuckles) (light orchestral music) Oh, fuck. Did I just ask you to marry me in the voice of my dead mother? Oh, God. (chuckles) OK. Let me, let me, let me try that one more time. I love you. - Mm-hmm. - And I know that I want to be with you forever. So, uh-- - Oh, my God. - Will you please marry me? - You're not supposed to say please. You make it sound like it's a favour. - Right. Uh-- - But yes. Yes. - Should I-- - Of course. - Uh, sorry. I must have made it too small. Is it all right? - Did you make this? - Yes, but I promise when we get back to the States, we can get you a real one. - No. It's perfect. (dramatic orchestral music) (engine rumbling in distance) (suspenseful orchestral music) Oh. Oh, my God. Oh, my. Hey! Hello! (flare gun firing) Hey! (flare gun firing) We're right here! (flare gun firing) Stop! Hello? No! No, no, no. How could you not see us? We're right here! Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I'm hallucinating. Am I hallucinating? Oh, my God! We're gonna die out here! - We might. - You're not supposed to say that. - You'd rather I lie to you? - Yes, please lie to me. Oh, just tell me it's gonna be OK. Tell me that this is real. (sobs) - What does that even mean? (groans) (sobs) - Oh. We're probably dead already. Uhh. - Exhausted, dehydrated, delirious, yeah, you're not dead. (dramatic orchestral music) - Here. Wake up. Baby, you've got to drink some water. Open. - Some more. - Uh-uh. - You have to eat something too. - It's more important you have it. - Hey, there's plenty for me. You got to take a bite. You have to eat some. - You let me sleep through the night again. - Yep. And then another night. And another day. - Just wake me up when we get to Hawaii. - Guess what? We only have 690 miles to go. Hmm. - Only? - Yeah, only, baby. No, no. Stay awake. Look at me. Look. Look, look, look. I'm a... I'm the one who crosses the horizon. I'm a real sailor. * (wind whistling) Whoa! What was that? - Babe, you got to come see this. - Is it a land bird? - Yeah. - What's it doing this far from shore? - I don't know. The wind must have blown her in. - All the way from land? - I think so. It's remarkable, right? - Should we be worried? - Just take the wheel. I've just got to check this. (radio beeps) - A warning to those in the Pacific. High winds and expected rainfall are now changed to a tropical depression, forming off Central America and is now classified as a class four. It's moving quickly and increasing in strength, currently at 12 degrees north and 107 degrees and moving west at 12 knots. - Babe, that's not good. - And to repeat for those of you just tuning in, there is now-- - Babe! - One sec, please. - And is a class four. - So, all right, we're at 11 north and one-two-three west. That's well over 1,000 miles away from the centre of the storm. It should die out before it reaches us, but we have to watch this one. - What if we just alter our course? - Huh? - You could cut north, give the storm a wider birth. What do you think of that? - You're right. Let's do it. (thunder rumbling) We need to make sure everything's secure. - Yeah, we need to tack first. - All right, let's tack. (dramatic orchestral music) (thunder rumbling) All right, hook it up! - Yep! - We don't want any stuff flying around in case the storm hits! - Hey, I'll get that! Look at that. Wake up. What do you make of that? Pink absinthe. - Mm. - Some bloody marigolds in a wine reduction. - It's red. - Did you say red? (groans) You coming around to my side? - Tami, it's red. - It is. Finally. (chuckles) It's red. It's red. - Red sky in the morning-- - Sailors take warning. Another fricking storm? (dramatic orchestral music) (grunts) (grunts) Hey, babe. Oh, my God. Oh, Christ, you're burning up. It's gonna be OK. I'm gonna build a shelter for the storm. OK? All right. (waves crashing) (wind howling) - All right! Let the sheet go! - What? - Let the sheet go now! - OK. (grunts) (grunting) (screams) - Help take the halyard up! (screams) - No! It's released! - Help me! (screaming) - It's just a squall. It's amazing, isn't it? How just a little sheet can make the whole world feel like it disappears. Do you see? (dramatic orchestral music) When I was little, my dad used to come visit at my grandparents' house. We never knew when he was coming. He would just show up. When he arrived, I would get so excited. 'Cause he was my favourite person in the whole world. He would take me surfing and get me ice cream and... (chuckles) the next morning, he'd always be gone. You never knew where he was going. He would just disappear. And then starting when I was about 10, my grandparents stopped letting him in when he would show up. And he would just fly into a rage. Screaming and shouting and... I heard a lot of things that most young girls never have to hear. And when it was happening, I would go into the bathroom and lock the door and get in the bathtub and I put a blanket over the shower rod, and I'd pretend like I was anywhere else in the whole world. We could do that right now. We could pretend we were somewhere else. (waves crashing) - Hurricane Raymond is now classified as a category-- - Mayday! Mayday! This is the sailing yacht Hazana. Do you copy? - We need to head south quick! - Are you sure? - If we can't get above it, maybe we can sneak below it! - What did you say? - Nothing. Just... just get the EPIRB! (grunts) (screaming) (Tami grunting) - Love you. (grunting) Do you want me to go? - I got it! - Be careful! (grunting) (dramatic orchestral music) * (engine revving) (waves crashing) Oh! Hold on! Hold on! (screaming) (shouting) Are you OK? - Yeah! Yeah. - I thought I'd lost you there for a minute! - You're not gonna lose me! - All right, now get below and stay put! - I'm not going down without you! We could roll! - The boat will right itself! Get below! - I'm not leaving you! - Get below now! - Oh, my God! - Tam, get in now! You need to get in! Go! - Here! Here! Put your safety harness on! (Richard screaming) (Tami screaming) (thudding) (crashing) (Tami grunting) (dramatic orchestral music) - Tam. (sighs) Tami. Get up. Now. - Richard. I'm gonna let you go now. I'll love you forever. (grunts) (dramatic orchestral music) - And after a few days, there's hallucinations. - You ready to love me even more? Mmm! Mmm. If I hadn't met you, then we wouldn't have us to remember. I wouldn't trade this for anything. (sobs) I have to do this on my own now. (faucet sputtering) (bird cooing) Hi. You're back. (bird coos) What are you doing here? Where did you come from? (flare gun firing) (flare gun firing) (boat horn blowing) Hey. Hey! (horn blowing) Hey! (laughs) (horn blowing) Hey. (horn blowing) - Are you OK? OK, got you. Tie off the stern line. - Mmm. (birds chirping) ("Picture in a Frame" by Tom Waits) # The sun come up # # It was blue and gold # # The sun come up # # It was blue and gold # # The sun come up # # It was blue and gold # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # I come calling # # In my Sunday best # # I come calling # # In my Sunday best # # I come calling # # In my Sunday best # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # I'm gonna love you # # Till the wheels come off # # Oh # # Yeah # (laughs) # I love you, baby # # And I always will # # I love you, baby # # And I always will # # I love you, baby # # And I always will # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # I love you, baby # # And I always will # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # I love you, baby # # And I always will # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # Ever since I put your picture # # In a frame # # Mm #