(electricity crackling)
(electricity crackling)
Man 1: About a mile from
the mainland of Nova Scotia,
the eastern outpost of Canada,
lies Cape Breton Island,
where approximately
140,000 people
live a somewhat secluded
but progressive life.
Its coalmines extend
far under the sea.
From them comes the only
coal. As tidewater...
Man 2:
Here, miners work
in the world's
largest undersea mine.
Imagine mining coal under the
ocean, five miles...
Man 3: Coal miners
developed a strong sense
of community solidarity
and working-class consciousness.
It was based on a hatred for the
shifting absentee owners,
the harsh conditions of
work in the mines,
and the traditions of Scottish
culture and labour history.
Man 4: The PA called
down to announce
that the mine is closing.
I couldn't believe it.
Man 5: Today, there are
still 3,000 men
who dig coal under these waters,
but there were once 12,000.
Man 6: Like, I've spent over
half my life in the coal mine.
My father spent
38 years in the mine,
and he got his pension.
He's doing alright.
Man 7: All these guys
have had 20 years or more,
and now, the future
is so uncertain for them.
Prospects of finding employment
on this island are very low.
Man 8: And as
twilight settles
over this Pittsburgh of Canada,
Cape Breton awaits whatever
the morning may bring.
(gasping)
(panting)
(engine starting)
Architects
of the world
I walk your streets
and live in your towns
Temporarily architects
Of the world
You served
us well until now
But soon we'll be
We'll be
on our own
And I'll sleep
Sleep in your
nova heart
As things come apart
I'll hide
Hide in your
nova heart
At ease
with the thought
That this
nova won't burn out
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Man: They're taking it
this year. Mark my words.
Patty Roy is the best God
damn goaltender in the world.
Not happening, boy.
Not happening.
Can't beat them.
Twenty bucks.
Never see that money.
Look at this crisp daisy.
Geez. Must be nice to have
a wife do your laundry.
You wouldn't know about that,
would you? (laughing)
You fellas hear
about Harry's house,
when they were shifting it
off Louisbourg fort property?
Yeah. Shattered it like a box
of toothpicks, man. What a sin.
Yeah. Not paying nothing, neither.
Rest assured, boys.
I bet they don't even offer
that a fella a bottle of beer
-to drown his sorrows.
-Christ sakes, man.
(whistle blowing)
-Man: Morning, boys!
-Morning!
Man: Welcome to
the DEVCO Express.
(men chuckling)
This is the pre-boarding
announcement for flight 666.
Watch your heads when you
exit the vehicle, boys,
because we don't
want you coming up
any dumber than you already is.
-(some men chuckling)
-Smoking is prohibited
during the duration
of the flight.
-(men groaning)
-Bullshit.
Come on, Jake. That
includes you too, boy.
Enjoy your flight,
boys, and good luck.
(man laughing)
(chattering)
(machine grinding loudly)
(machine grinding loudly)
(machine grinding loudly)
Shut her down!
(machine stopping, air hissing)
Do you hear that?
Man: Get out of there! Move!
Get out! Get out!
-Everybody out now!
-Christ.
Move it! Go!
We got smoke, boys!
We got to go!
Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
Come on, boys! Everybody out!
Let's go! Let's go!
Leave it behind you!
Go, boys! Go!
(coughing)
Gentlemen, this is Bob, and
we got an emergency!
(shouting indistinctly)
-Keep going, boys!
-It's going to blow!
Keep f*cking going!
I'll be right behind you, boys!
Come on, boys!
Let's go! Get out!
Let's go! Right behind
you! Go, boys! Go!
Keep going, boys!
(rumbling)
Keep going!
(rumbling)
Ah!
(woman speaking
indistinctly on TV)
(TV noise continuing)
(TV noise continuing)
(door opening)
Woman:
Emma!
Emma, come now!
Hurry!
Emma:
Oh, God.
(siren wailing distantly)
It's a working
man I am
I've been down
underground
I swear to God
If I ever see
The sun
Or for any
length of time
I can hold it
In my mind
Never again will
go down
Underground
It's a working
man I am
And I been down
underground
And I swear
to God
Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph. Look at it.
The sun
Donnie: I thought
he was dead.
You can't k*ll a cat
with ten lives, Donnie.
Or for any
length of time
I tell you, some folks
are not going to be
too happy to see you.
-We'll see about that.
-Agnes: Turn around.
Never again will
go down
Underground
(singing continuing faintly)
(door opening)
Did you miss me?
No.
We have to do this now?
-This funeral going on.
-Oh.
Gordy: God
damn tragedy.
Oh, Gordy.
It sure is. It
sure is.
Gordy: Let's
do it tomorrow.
We'll get some drinks.
You know, I got the boat.
Got the captain.
What I don't have is
the go ahead.
(clock striking the hour)
-Crew?
-Not yet, but I will.
(clock continuing to strike)
Man:
This week,
we lost the lives
of ten men,
faithful, determined,
hard-working men
who lived and died
in service to their families
and to this community.
Let us pray.
(bagpipes playing)
Ah, it's about perfect weather
for a funeral, isn't it?
Gordy: Mm. If there
is such a thing.
Yeah.
God. f*cking nerve.
Jimmy. Language.
(bagpipe music continuing)
Huey: Well, what a
pleasure it is
to finally meet you,
Emma! How are you?
I was meant to meet you
at our wedding,
but you didn't show.
Huey: Yeah, and I won't be
missing any more family affairs.
-I tell you that. Yeah.
-Right.
Oh, look at what
we got here! Oh, now.
Emma: Yeah. This is
Sue and Jacky.
You're just a darling.
Who is this?
This here is
your great uncle Huey.
Oh, come on.
Go easy on me.
I'm not a museum piece yet.
You can call me Uncle Huey.
Could we, uh...
Just a... just a few.
-Sure.
-Thank you.
Say bye to your uncle Huey.
Jackson: Bye, Uncle Huey.
Bye!
Well, some tragedy.
I'll tell you.
Ah, tragedy's one word for it,
but better off working
in a house of cards.
Yeah, but boys, oh, boys,
you got a rough
road ahead of you,
being out of work.
What are you doing here, Uncle?
Thought you were dead.
-Dead?
-Dead.
Ha! I been up
in Newfoundland.
I been, uh, over in
Montreal for a while,
and now, I'm fishing.
-Fishing?
-Oh, I got a great boat.
You got to come out some time.
I got a great captain.
I tell you, he'd have you
seasoned in a week.
I'm a miner, not a fisherman.
I'm not looking for fishermen.
I'm looking for, uh,
men who can work,
men, uh, men I can trust,
like family, like you.
Well, if you change your mind,
let me know!
The prodigal sinner returns.
Huey:
Hello, Father.
You going to be here
tomorrow morning?
Of course.
Mass, 10 AM.
Good. I'm going
to come by,
and I'm going to fill up that
little wooden box of yours.
My confessional's not
big enough for all your sins!
-Yes!
-You and I both know that!
Man: What are you
having, Jimmy?
(lively music playing,
people chattering)
Two Pepsis, Freddy.
It's a hard time
to be off the piss.
(music, chattering continuing)
Father.
(music, chattering continuing)
To Bobby!
Crowd:
To Bobby!
(music, chattering continuing)
A cold pint would be pretty
good right about now.
(music, chattering continuing)
-Come dance with me.
-No.
-Yes.
-No.
-Yes.
-No.
(laughing) Yeah.
Whoa!
(song ending)
(crowd applauding)
Sociable!
Crowd:
Sociable!
(crowd applauding)
Jimmy: Thank you, Lord,
for our family, our health,
and for keeping us together
through our struggles.
Amen.
-Amen.
-Amen.
I figured out what
I want for my birthday.
-Did you?
-Did he?
Jacky: Basketball sneakers.
(sighing) You already
have sneakers, bud.
They're Michael Jordans.
He's mining for coal,
not gold, sweetie.
(whispering) You know, I
actually am digging for gold
down there. It just
hasn't turned up yet.
When it does, it'll be all yours.
Michael Jordans for
everybody, okay?
Alright.
He deserves those sneakers.
It isn't a bad thing
for them to accept our
life as it is.
(grunting) Yeah,
but... still.
Mm.
I'm exhausted.
(seagulls calling)
(seagulls calling)
(gasping)
(panting)
It's alright, Jim.
Oh, God.
(crickets chirping,
people chattering faintly)
(chattering louder)
Man 1: The f*ck
is this guy?
Man 2:
He's always late.
-(unclear) guy.
-Hey, Jimmy.
-How you doing there, my man?
-You good?
Good to see you. Yeah.
I'm fine, buddy.
(chatter continuing)
(chatter continuing)
(chatter continuing)
-Man 3: Ah, there he is!
-Man 4: Oh, there he is!
Man 5: What's going on, buddy?
Man 6: You're f*cking
late, you piece of sh*t!
(men shouting)
Man with glasses: Calm
down so I can speak.
The engineer's report came back,
-and it's not good.
-(men shouting)
It's leaking water
on three levels.
-(men shouting)
-Let me finish!
-Let me finish!
-How long to patch her up?
(men chattering)
Man with glasses:
They can't.
What the f*ck do you
mean, they can't?
-What do you mean, they can't?
-They're shutting it down.
(men shouting)
There are no more pit
jobs on the island!
If you want a transfer,
we can send you to
Westray on the mainland!
You are supposed
to be on our side!
Man with glasses:
I am on your side!
-(men shouting)
-Nah! f*ck you!
I've got three grand for
anyone who's willing to go!
(men chattering, subdued)
Man 7:
It's a start.
(chatter continuing)
It's a start.
Is that what our
f*cking life's worth?!
(men shouting)
(voice speaking
indistinctly on radio)
How'd it go?
(man speaking
indistinctly on radio)
Jimmy: Hey, you. Does Jackson
use the dinosaur bag?
-No. They traded.
-They traded?
-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.
Not... not that one.
Okay.
Okay. Hey, Sue!
Come on, now!
Emma: Think you can stay
out of trouble?
I'm off to paint at the fortress.
You know they're just going
to kick you out again.
You don't know that!
(Jimmy chuckling)
What the hell am I
supposed to do with my day?
Think about how we're going
to put food on the table.
(seagulls calling)
(sheep bleating)
(sheep bleating)
Uh, excuse me.
Is this one for sale?
Can I buy it?
Emma:
Sure.
-Buyer: Here you go.
-Thank you.
Buyer: You're welcome.
You have a good day.
Emma:
Thank you.
-Woman with scarf: Hi.
-Hi.
Mm. So, do you have your, uh,
vendor's permit you can show me?
Is that really necessary?
Woman with scarf:
It is.
Huey: Boy, she's some
beautiful day, huh?
What are you doing here, Huey?
Uh, well, I come
to offer Jimmy a job.
Oh.
First I'm hearing of it.
Huey: Well, I hear the
mine's closing.
Emma: I'll put the kettle on.
You know, um, I'm not
sure he trusts you.
Not sure I do,
either, to be honest,
and, uh...
(chuckling)
Well, I've only
heard the stories.
You think you could talk to him?
(Emma chuckling)
(chuckling)
Well, so what if I can?
Huey: Look. This
job won't be easy.
But I will always bring him home.
And the money's good, Emma,
really good.
Jimmy: What do I
know about lobster boats?
(Emma chuckling)
You can learn.
You said Huey was good
to you when you were a kid.
People deserve second
chances, don't you think?
This was my grandfather's.
He was a great man.
If I can get Jimmy to
come work with you,
he always come home.
That's your promise to me.
Do you understand?
This is our bond, you and me.
After supper, I need to talk
to the boys about Westray.
Westray is a deathtrap, Jimmy!
Please don't do that to us.
Please?
Yeah. I promise.
Emma:
Hmm.
Blessed are you, O Lord.
Shine your light into
the darkness of our lives...
Oh.
Emma: And show us
the path to prosperity.
Well.
In your name.
Amen.
(music playing,
people chattering)
(music, chattering continuing)
(grunting) Geez.
Like, all...
all I'm saying is,
$3,000 is nothing.
It's $3,000 and a job.
(music, chattering continuing)
Tommy: I'll take a
beer this time.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm not even drinking.
Can we play for
meat or something?
Tommy: It's not
my problem.
Plus, given your history,
you not drinking is
better for all of us.
Jake: That's right, now,
given your history.
Stop saying "given
my history."
Both: Well, given
your history.
-You got a bit of a history.
-You got a bit of a history.
Well, my uncle's asking for me
to work his fishing boat.
-Fishing boat?
-Fishing boat.
The f*ck do you
know about fishing?
-Nothing.
-Huey?
(music, chattering continuing)
Jesus Christ. I thought
you had a good idea.
Who's Huey?
He was the master puppeteer
behind the entire
Cape Breton gambling circuit
for, what, 15 years?
That was a long time ago.
Back in the day,
after my dad passed,
Huey always took care of me.
You can't be serious.
I'm out of options, Tommy.
It's him or Westray for me.
Well, out of those
two death traps,
you got me thinking Westray
isn't so bad after all.
Hear me out.
(music, chattering continuing)
We got to start thinking
about ourselves,
or we're done.
Huey is offering us steady
work on a lobster boat,
and I'm ready for
something different.
(music, chattering continuing)
Come on.
(music, chattering continuing)
-So, no funny stuff?
-You can't promise that.
That's true, but if I'm going
to be out there slogging it out,
I want you out there next to me,
and you, like always.
(music, chattering continuing)
f*ck it.
Give me the f*cking darts.
(music, chattering continuing)
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Yeah?
Ah, f*ck it.
-f*ck it.
-f*ck it.
Man: You fellas
hear about Rachel Kennedy?
No. What happened?
Well, she's dead.
You going to tell them all
the swimming you can do
is flapping around
getting out of the bath?
(chuckling) Yeah. How about you
keep that little tidbit
to yourself
there, Tommy, would you?
(seagulls calling)
Your secret's safe.
Thank you.
Think we'll be doing
much swimming, though?
-Boys!
-Hope not.
How you making out there, Jim?
Fisherman: Look at the f*cking
golden girls coming here.
-Hi, girls!
-Sheesh!
So, actually, the beauty shop
is just across from the
ball diamond on Wolf Street.
You're going to want to go
in and ask for Linda.
She'll get your
nails done right up,
and you, sir, are going
to want to ask for Cavell.
Morning, boys! Yep!
She's a fine day for it, eh?
-Sky's looking... Phew! Dandy.
-Yeah.
I reckon we'll be casting the
lines off here in no time,
eh, boys? Right on.
Happy trapping. Okay.
What the f*ck is he
talking about?
Huey!
Hey, hey, fellas!
Jake:
Hey!
Welcome to your
new home away from home,
the Augustina!
Boy, I'm some glad you made it.
I got to do it for my family.
Ah, nephew, I'm your family.
You do it for me!
(seagulls calling)
Hi, Huey. Tommy.
Tommy, how are you?
-And who's this?
-This is, uh, Jake.
-Huey: Jake.
-How are you, Huey?
This is your captain,
Alphonse Thibault.
He came down with me from Quebec,
and he knows everything
there is to know
about running this rig,
so you listen to him.
Alphonse: Where'd you
find these guys, huh?
They never been on
a boat. Look at them.
-Huey: So? Teach them.
-Teach them.
Huey: Come on.
Move. Move.
(speaking French)
One of you unmoor us.
Is that untie?
Yes, untie us. Away.
You ever done that before?
-Is this part connected?
-(speaking French)
Look. I hope you
guys are ready
to do some real
hard fishing, okay?
Because we're talking
about doing real work here!
We work.
It's all we know.
-(Alphonse muttering in French)
-I can't wait.
I'm ready for
sunshine, fresh air...
(retching loudly)
They call that
chumming the water.
(laughing) That's disgusting.
(groaning)
Are you guys not sick?
No.
Here we go. Alright.
That's it. Good job.
Alright. Up.
(grunting)
There we go.
Okay, Mr. Puker.
Let's go.
-(Jake groaning)
-Hold the trap.
You see, this is
called the carapace.
-What?
-Carapace.
It's like, uh, a land bug, you
know? It's the thorax.
This one is too small.
-What do we do?
-Throw it back over.
We throw it back. Here.
Just take it. Come on.
It's not going to bite you.
Maybe a little.
Alright, boys!
-Let's pack her in.
-Jake: Oh, thank God.
We got weather coming.
So, we'll be back tomorrow.
How's, uh, $200
sound? Each.
Each?
Call it a starting bonus.
You.
How you feeling, buddy?
Yeah. Keep your pecker up.
Tomorrow, buy some waterproofs,
some boots, some
real seafaring gear, okay?
Same time tomorrow, boys.
Tommy:
Whoo!
Hey!
Hi.
What's gotten into you?
I think it's that good ocean air.
Oh.
It hits hard
No doubt
The kids are still at school.
Perfect.
When the truth
lies there
Like that
So unashamed
I got me sea legs.
Unstained
I never lied
Or told the truth
What's this for?
The shoes he wanted.
Can you grab them? I'm going to
be lobster-ing tomorrow.
How do you look
at me now?
You can
tell me how
Should I leave?
Or wait around?
I can't believe your uncle
came through like this.
You were right.
I'll wait around
I'll wait around
(shutting off motor)
Alphonse:
Hey, hey, Huey?
-Huey: Yeah?
-Alphonse: There she is.
Huey:
Ah.
Oh, hallelujah!
What's going on?
Well, fellas,
your lobster season,
it doesn't last forever.
I want you to hear me.
This world,
it's made of pigs and patsies.
Now, if you want to be a pig,
some days, you got to get
dirty in the slop.
We... we got enough
in our troughs, Huey.
We... we don't want to add
criminal to the resume.
I'd never let that happen.
Alright. Let's
get at her.
(motor starting)
f*ck!
Huey: Ooh, ain't that
a beautiful sight?
Alphonse: Jake,
come grab the wheel.
I need you to man the helm
while we're gone.
Okay. Now, you keep us
close but not too close.
If you get too close, you have
to back up a little, okay?
Drop her down!
It'll be good.
You got it?
Yeah. Uh, I think so.
Don't think. Do.
Okay. I got
it. Okay.
Ready? Alright.
Let's go.
Alright, guys.
Tommy, Jimmy, let's go!
What the hell did you
get us into, Jim?
Alphonse:
Okay, Jimmy.
Nice and smooth!
Good job, Jake!
Jimmy:
Hey, come on.
Timmy.
Man: Huey, you b*stard.
How are you?
(unclear).
Good to see you, mate.
-How they hanging?
-Tim: Yeah, good.
It's been too long.
A few big changes since
Montreal, I imagine.
Yeah, a few, thanks to you.
Yeah. Well, you know I'm going
to make up for that mess-up.
I just hope I don't sink
that little dinghy of yours.
(Tim laughing)
Capitn!
(shouting in Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
-(crewmen laughing)
-Tim: Oh, come on.
-Huey: What's funny?
-Eh? Oh, he's just making jokes
about your tiny boat.
I wouldn't take it to heart.
Forget about the boat!
Where's the cash?
Here you go.
(zipper opening)
Alright. It's all there.
(zipper closing)
It's all yours.
Rico, you could have
passed it to him.
What?
Jimmy.
Alright. Let's go, boys!
-Tommy!
-Tommy: Yeah. Right here.
(grunting)
Now, uh, hey, get the gaff
and get the bundles in, then.
Away.
Alright, boys!
-(Jake grunting)
-Get them all!
(Jake grunting)
Come on! Get them all!
Oh, f*ck.
Is this what I think it is?
It's like bobbing for
apples, isn't it?
Tommy:
That one.
Huey:
Get them up!
Come on.
Alphonse:
Hey, Tommy!
Tommy, bring the bundles!
Put it in there!
(grunting)
I'll hand them to you.
-Where? In there?
-Yeah, in there.
Tommy: Get down in
there? f*ck.
-Alphonse: Get down in there.
-Christ.
Alphonse: Don't
step on the wire.
(Tommy groaning)
Tommy: f*ck.
What's down here?
Nothing. Just stack the
bundles down there, okay?
Bullshit.
Hey, boys! We'll
be back soon!
Next time, bring
a proper boat, eh?
Not that f*cking bath toy!
Tommy:
Oh, God.
-Alphonse: Is it full?
-Tommy: Yeah, it's good.
Not too bad for the
first time, huh?
(phone ringing)
800-COCAINE. Tara speaking.
May I help you?
Man 1:
Cocaine,
America's $34-billion fad,
creates a feeling of euphoria,
-dependency, sometimes death.
-(g*n firing, siren wailing)
Cocaine and its profits have
triggered brutal slayings
committed by a new breed of
organized criminals.
Man 2: Seizures of the
drug have hit an all-time high,
and police are saying what
they're getting
is just a small fraction
of what's coming in.
These are the trophies
of the battle,
false-bottomed
suitcases, body vests,
all ingenious hiding places
that weren't ingenious
enough to fool officials.
The profit for some is
apparently worth the risk.
I think it's sick what people
do to make a buck in it.
Man 3: American authorities
say, whatever is done,
the drugs have got to be stopped
before they reach the
North American shoreline.
Man 4: (distorted) If the
American people would stop
snorting all these drugs, we'd
stop it picking out of the ocean
and send it straight
up their noses.
(seagulls calling)
As the fire
rages on and on
The lonesome count
the sick and wicked faces
Until dawn
You'll find me in the bedroom
with the blinds all drawn
You come
telling lies
Till I'm back
to sleep
While my body
cannot feel at home
Huey: Let's move it,
boys! Quick!
It was never lobster.
It was always drugs.
Well, let's just say
it's not, uh, Christmas presents
for impoverished youth.
Just keep your head down
and your nose clean.
We'll all be on holiday soon.
You betcha.
Come. Come. Come.
Clouded eyes
that call upon a storm
Come on.
Staring down a face
I've seen before
She says don't look
out the window
Here the
inside's warm
Be warned
That it?
And it comes cold
black and deep
For the love I've
thrown away I'll weep
Hate alone is the
treasure that I'll keep
But the line
Huey:
Hey, Gordy?
There you go.
-Gordy: All there?
-Good man.
Cold black
(car door closing)
And deep
Ah, I... I can't
take that.
Course you can.
Uh-uh.
What are you going to
do without it? Huh?
You going to leave your home?
Go to Westray?
Come on.
Listen.
If we get this done smooth,
a month or two,
we're out clean.
You can have a fresh start.
Once a crook, always a
crook, huh, Jimmy?
What?
(shouting) You know,
when you mutts...
Were down below,
digging with your little
picks in the devil's bowels,
I was above ground!
Making plans for us,
and a good plan, too,
a plan that would save us all
from a fate worse than death,
a plan that stopped you
from slogging away day after day
with your body broken
and pain all your life,
nothing to remember you by!
You call me a crook!
You know who does that?
The ones who shuttered
the cod industry,
stripped this whole
district of jobs.
You've had everything
stolen from you!
All of it!
Your homes! Your jobs!
And worse of all, your pride.
Yeah.
Come on, Jimmy.
Be a good dog.
Put your paw out.
There we go.
Five thousand each.
And you,
if you ever call me
a crook again,
you ungrateful son of a b*tch,
you'll be overboard with
the lobsters.
Do you want it or not?
You better f*cking...
Why don't you walk home?
What a f*cking crew.
Hey.
-Yeah.
-Come on.
Woman on TV: Tensions
are rising in Louisbourg
as families protest the
government's removal
of their homes to expand...
Well, are they
metal traps or wood?
I need a better description.
If you're telling me
they're stolen...
Captain Douglas?
I got to call you back.
(hanging up phone)
Can I help yous?
I'm Oscar Lozano.
I'm an agent of Interpol.
(scoffing) Interpol?
What are you, lost?
Can we speak in private?
Sure. Uh...
Yeah.
It's been a long journey.
Let me get a coffee, black,
when you have it.
Go on. Coffee, black.
You heard him.
Officer: He was looking at you!
Did you get the Justice
Department letter?
Uh... could you
give me a minute?
I'll summarize it.
We have a big problem
coming from South America
with the ill*gal
distribution of narcotics.
I've been sent
to discover the facts
and arrest the perpetrators.
Right on.
(tapping paper)
Oscar: I'm sure you heard
about the drug bust
in Newfoundland last week.
Douglas: As I'm
sure you're aware,
that's an
entirely different province.
-Oscar: Captain...
-(knocking)
Come in!
There you go.
Thank you.
What is this?
Powdered creamer.
You got to stir it.
Captain, international
smugglers have been using
seaside towns like yours
as an access point to
North America.
So?
Alright, hermano.
I've been tracking this
case for nearly two years,
and my people in
Montreal assures me
this is the area to investigate.
Aqu.
(sighing)
(paper rustling)
What's your plan?
You and me,
we're going to plug the hole.
Oh, boy.
(engine turning off)
Agnes:
Mr. Lo-zan-o.
Welcome to Cape Breton.
It's, uh, Lo-saw-no.
-Oh.
-Yes.
Lo... Lo-za...
Lo-zaw-no.
Los... Lo-saw-no.
My husband, Donnie, will
show you to your room.
-Thank you.
-(dinging)
Donnie, show him to his room.
(Agnes chuckling)
Okay. Let's have a
look here now.
-It's number seven.
-Right.
-It's number seven.
-Yeah, number seven.
So it's the last... It's
got the seven on it.
-Okay.
-Here we go.
Oh.
-Found it.
-Okay.
-Have a great night.
-You too.
-Oscar: I'll walk you out, man.
-Donnie: This way.
-Oscar: Sorry.
-Donnie: It's okay.
Mr. Lozano.
Lozano. Lozano.
(grunting)
Well, I'll leave you to it.
Oscar:
Thank you.
Cape Breton.
(people chattering)
Jimmy:
Boys.
Hey.
Jimmy, how you making out, there?
Eh.
Better than the burgers.
(Jimmy laughing)
We don't know what they're
doing on that boat, you know.
-You know what I think?
-What?
I think what they miss the most
is showering together.
(laughing)
Yeah, right.
Enough of that.
You would say that, wouldn't you?
Lock your sights
Dead in line with
my heart
Share your powers
You stir my soul
(camera snapping)
And whet my hunger
(camera snapping)
And weave that spell that
pulls me under
(camera snapping)
Oh these moonlight
desires haunt me
Happy birthday
They want me
To you
They want me
Happy birthday
To you
Happy birthday
Dear Jackson
Happy birthday
To you
Happy birthday
to you
Dear Jacky, baby!
Happy birthday
to you
Let's park your bum
in this boogie.
Come on!
No way!
Way! Try her out!
What you doing here?
I told you I'll never
miss another family celebration.
I meant it.
Okay.
Alphonse: One, two,
three. (grunting)
Yes!
Emma: Well, it's... it's
time to cut the cake.
-Huey, Jacky: Yeah.
-Huey: Let me see
-some wheelies.
-Emma: Who wants cake?
Here we go.
Jackson, over here.
Uh-huh.
(crickets chirping)
Jacky, your father and I have
one more present for you.
Happy birthday, son.
Give me that.
Michael Jordans?
-(laughing) Can you believe it?
-(phone ringing)
I bet that's your gran calling
to wish you a happy birthday.
Jimmy:
Mm-hmm.
(Jimmy laughing)
Hello?
Huey: Hello, dear.
Put Jimmy on for me?
We're having a bit
of family time.
Huey: Oh, it'll only
take a second. Promise.
Jimmy, it's your uncle.
(Jimmy clearing throat)
(clearing throat) Hello.
Huey: We're
working tomorrow.
Don't be late.
Oh, I got... I got plans with
Emma and the kids.
Huey: Jimmy,
this isn't optional.
I'll see yous at the wharf.
(slamming phone down)
He knows better
than calling at this hour.
He wants me to work tomorrow.
Just tell him you can't!
Well, I... I don't
have a f*cking choice!
I mean,
it's... Jesus Christ.
It's not up to me.
(softly) Emma,
I didn't mean that.
I shouldn't curse.
Jacky:
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
(muffled music playing)
Look.
-Uh...
-Take that one right there.
(snorting)
Something funny going on
with that one now.
Yeah. Go figure, huh?
(camera snapping)
Africana, African
and white
You're closer than
you really ever know
Agnes:
Good morning.
And we all run
the risk of
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
I don't know
Life is a fever
(speaking Spanish)
In Israel
Listen. No one here
would go against them.
All I'm saying is, there's
something going on.
Don't go spinning tales, Franny.
They're fishermen.
Simple as that.
That's right.
Sally:
No matter what,
their secret's safe with us.
Good.
Life is a fever
in Israel
Our life
is just a fever
(seagulls calling)
Who's buddy with the hair?
Here we go.
Yeah.
-Hey, Hugh?
-Yeah?
Cmo ests?
What? Have we met?
Not yet, but I've come
a long way to talk to you.
How long have you had this boat?
Huey: Oh, I don't
know. Couple of years.
You're dressed like
you work in an office.
Oh, you could call me
administration.
What about you,
Mr. New Pantalones?
You look nervous there, nervioso.
Maybe I could by
for a tour sometime.
No, no. This is a
dangerous thing, this boat.
-Oscar: Uh-huh.
-You could put your foot
in the wrong rope.
You'd be overboard
with the lobsters
like that. (snapping)
That might sound like a threat
if I didn't know better.
-(phone ringing)
-Captain Douglas's office.
Hello,
Mr. McConnell.
I know you're not a drug dealer.
Donnie:
Oscar?
This came for you today.
Oscar:
Nice.
(speaking Spanish)
Smell it.
(sniffing) Ah.
I heard you made a new friend,
that foreign cop.
He know anything?
-(phone ringing)
-Douglas: I know your son's
-a hard worker.
-(speaking Spanish)
Only that I am an
upstanding citizen...
who's trying to do something
about the unemployment situation
in Cape Breton.
Okay. I'll
make sure he knows.
-(slamming)
-(phone ringing)
-(phone ringing)
-CBPD. Sorry. No.
(phone ringing)
What's this?
It's light. You are
missing one.
That... that's what came
off the boat, so...
(car door closing,
engine starting)
f*ck.
(phones ringing)
(knocking)
Did you hear that?
I got family, friends, and
fishermen calling me nonstop,
rightfully furious
that you're making them look
-like drug smugglers.
-Are they?
How the hell should I
know? (scoffing)
Have some coffee, man.
I thought you knew what's going
on in South America.
Uh...
This my brother, Andre Lozano.
He was k*lled outside our home
over a mistaken identity.
So, when you get upset
about my tactics,
just know this is bigger
than upsetting a few locals.
Have a sip of that.
It's Colombian coffee.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
(speaking Spanish)
(knocking)
Come in.
This was discovered about an
hour ago on Eastern Beach.
Somebody will be real pissed
when they find out
this is missing.
(man speaking Spanish)
Let's go, boys!
Time is of the essence!
(Tim's crew speaking Spanish)
Hey. Give me
that flare g*n.
(Tim's crew speaking Spanish)
What are you up to?
I don't know.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-What?
-I'll go. You stay.
-I can go. I'll go.
-Hey.
I got it.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
Alright. Be careful.
(Tim's crew speaking Spanish)
Tim: Come on, guys! What
are you waiting for,
a cold drink and a towel?
There's no pool.
It's not the bloody
Royal Caribbean.
Come on! Chop chop!
I've got a lobster dinner
in Louisbourg tonight,
not to mention
a tour of the fort.
I'm not missing that.
Here's the guys you
want to talk to.
-Rico: Oh.
-Buenos dias.
Buenos dias.
(speaking Spanish)
Tim:
Ah, no.
-(speaking Spanish)
-Hey! Get off.
Tim: He's asking about the
drugs and the Interpol agent.
I mean, you dropped
a package into the sea?
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Well, if everybody's going
to be dropping drugs
from every angle in
this part of the ocean,
somebody's going
to get nabbed for it,
and it ain't going to be us.
-Hey!
-(speaking Spanish)
Tim: He wants the money for the
f*cking drugs that you lost,
and he's not going to
take an IOU, buddy.
It was a whoops-y,
an accidente.
Rico.
Come on.
-(Rico speaking Spanish)
-Huey: Jumpy.
Tim: Guys, we
got to get along
if we're going to make this work.
(Rico speaking Spanish)
Send that c**t
back to the jungle.
-Hey! Ah!
-Ah!
-Hey!
-Someone is going to send you
to the jungle.
Jimmy: Back the
f*ck up!
(Huey shouting in pain)
Hey! Hey! Back... back
the f*ck up!
-Jesus Christ.
-(Rico, captain laughing)
-Back up!
-(Rico, captain laughing)
I can get the Coast Guard
here in 10 minutes!
(laughing)
Translate that! Thibault,
get him the f*ck out of here!
-Jesus Christ.
-(crew speaking Spanish)
Hey! Hands!
Come on. We're
all friends here, mate.
Get the cash, throw
the bundles over,
and we all go home happy.
Is that understood?
(speaking Spanish)
(crew speaking Spanish)
-Huey: Got my finger?
-Jesus Christ.
-What the hell happened?
-Help me!
-Here.
-He cut my finger!
Hey, Tommy, get
the first aid kit, yeah?
(groaning)
Huey: You got to
stop the bleeding.
-Come on, guys.
-(Jimmy speaking indistinctly)
Help me.
Ah! No!
(groaning)
My God.
Some warning would be nice.
Yeah. Well, I could
say the same thing for you!
You listen to me!
I am running the
drops from now on!
I am not having you get me or my
friends k*lled over this sh*t!
You hear me?
Do you hear me?
-(growling)
-Ow!
There's the Jimmy
I've been looking for.
There he is.
Alright, now! Get those bundles
out of that f*cking ocean!
Come on!
Don't leave a single one.
Come on!
Are you working?
I'm not paying you for nothing.
Get her going!
Good men don't end up in
situations like this, do they?
We're good men, Tommy.
Nothing's going to change that.
(birds chirping distantly)
Emma:: What's going on?
What's weighing on you?
Jimmy: The job with Huey.
Just don't know if it's for me.
Our lives have changed so
much in the past few weeks,
and that's because of you.
You did that.
You're providing for our family.
We get to start
our days together.
Tim: Hey, pick up
those floaters!
You know what happened
the last time!
Oh, Huey! Hey, Huey!
Take care of yourself, okay?
I've still got big plans for us!
Alphonse: Here we go.
There's some more.
Tommy: Alright.
That's it.
-Alphonse: Yeah. We full?
-Tommy: No more.
Hey, grab the other bundles and
put them in the lobster box.
Alright. Let's go.
Tim: Alright! We'll
see you in two weeks!
Don't keep me waiting!
Alphonse: Hey, les
boys! Cast off!
(calling)
I think we have something, huh?
(seagulls calling)
Hey, les boys,
be cool, huh?
We got some tourists.
(boat horn honking)
Give me those.
-Oh, f*ck.
-Hey.
Boys on to us, boys!
We got a boat load of
f*cking cocaine!
It's been all over the
f*cking news!
-Alphonse: Ferme ta gueule!
-(men shouting)
They know that we're doing this!
-Jimmy: Come on! Hey! Listen!
-We're f*cked!
I'll do the talking!
Huey:
No! I will.
It's going to be alright.
Sit down.
Okay.
Everything will be fine.
Man on megaphone:
Cut your engines.
-It's the Colombian.
-Yeah.
Man on megaphone: We are
going to board the vessel.
Hi, Huey.
How you guys doing?
Huey, go get
your fishing licence.
Huey: Uh, yeah. Yeah. Thibault.
Oscar:
Fast. Now.
So, what happened to your finger?
Funny story.
You know, I stepped on
the wrong rope.
-Overboard! Lost me finger.
-(Oscar speaking Spanish)
So you were right when you said
it was dangerous out here.
Very.
Here's the license.
Fine.
(beeping)
Man: We're getting a
call about another boat.
Let's go.
Friends of yours?
I'm not an expert, but maybe
you should see a doctor
or a priest.
Vamos.
(sighing)
(sighing)
(engine starting)
Man on radio: About
Sydney, and the suspect
is in custody.
In other news,
a whale-watching boat carrying
over 600 kilos of cocaine
has been seized off
the coast of Newfoundland.
This is believed to be a part
of an ongoing investigation
-involving Interpol...
-sh*t. sh*t! sh*t!
Man on radio: As well as
the RCMP here in Canada.
Tommy: Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's... it's been two months
since my last confession.
Priest: My son,
what weighs on you?
I don't know where to start.
Um, I'm, uh...
I'm wrapped up in a terrible
thing, and... (clearing throat)
It's an unforgivable
act I can't undo.
You're a good man, Tommy.
Whatever you're wrapped up in,
it doesn't change who you are.
It does, Father.
Is James involved?
I need to tell you something.
Emma?
(laughing)
Jesus Christ, Jimmy.
Christ, boy.
Is this where you're
living now, boy?
Bit tight for the cost, boy.
(laughing)
-You wants out?
-I can't move.
I know. I know.
I know, Jimmy.
-It's going to be okay, boy.
-(Jimmy grunting)
Couple more weeks now.
Couple of weeks.
(laughing)
Jimmy, Tommy's in a bad way.
What time is it?
Gracie:
Hi.
Hi, Gracie.
Gracie: Came
home yesterday.
He sat down and just
started drinking.
Jimmy: What the hell's going on?
I ain't going to work no more.
Nobody's going
to make me, neither.
Good thing we don't got
to work today.
Would you give us two a few
minutes in, uh, private?
Yeah. Yeah.
They're going to have to put me
in one of those cocaine coffins.
That's... that's the only way
they'll get me back,
-the only way.
-Talk to me.
I just... I can't keep
up with the lies.
We got families to feed.
They're the ones
that matter, not us.
So, we keep saving the money.
We keep squirreling it away,
and when the sh*t hits the fan...
Which it f*cking will!
When the sh*t hits the fan...
We won't be there.
It's on Huey, all of it.
It's just a few more weeks.
Oh, f*ck it. Don't you...
Oh, f*ck it. Don't... f*ck.
Come on. They cut his
f*cking finger off.
I'm done, Jim.
I'll just f*cking...
I'll k*ll myself or something.
Don't you ever talk
like that again.
Ever.
Give me the f*cking g*n.
Now... you're going
to sober up.
And then you will get
your sh*t together.
Just take a drink with me, Jim.
-Come on. I can't.
-Just please take it.
Jimmy:
Anything else?
I confessed.
You con... What?
Father Williams, yesterday.
Oh, Jesus, Tommy.
Uh-huh.
(footsteps approaching)
Cup of tea, Jimmy?
Yeah. Thanks.
That'd be nice.
(rock music playing muffled)
Alright.
Uh, uh, what do I owe you?
Oh, we'll say 50 bucks.
How much for the rest of it?
I don't got any more.
Have to get another supplier.
Here. Just take that.
Uh, yeah.
Okay. Thanks.
Alphonse: Jakes,
get over here! Let's go!
I'll be
right there! Yeah!
Huey.
The f*ck's going on here?
Son of a b*tch.
Gordy:
f*cking perfect.
Huey:
Jake!
You really think
you could steal from me
and not have me
find out about it?
Huh?
Where is it? Huh?
I didn't do anything. I swear.
Oh?
-Get off me. What are you...
-(Huey laughing)
Huey: Hey! After all
I've done for you,
don't you dare lie to me, pal.
Alright. Here we go.
Huey, look. I...
I messed up, okay?
I... I'm sorry.
-Huey: Oh, that's okay.
-Jake: I'm sorry, okay?
Yeah. Me, too.
(Jake grunting)
Jimmy: Ah!
Jake! Hey! Hey!
(Huey shouting indistinctly)
Stop the boat! Stop the
boat! Man overboard!
Hey! Not another step.
-He's going to drown!
-You keep him in line,
or you're going
to his funeral next.
Alright! Alright! Alright!
Just don't... don't k*ll him!
You want I should
go back and get him?
No!
(Jake struggling)
(Jimmy grunting)
(Jake struggling)
What in hell is wrong with you?
(Jake struggling)
You're just like my dad said.
Good for nothing!
(Jake struggling)
Ah, Jimmy, come on, now.
Come on.
We both know we've had a
couple of rough weeks here.
-(Jake shouting)
-But we're so close.
We're getting there.
We're almost there.
(Jake struggling)
Why don't you take a
couple days off?
Go to the church
dance tonight, huh?
Blow off some steam.
On me.
(Jake struggling)
(unscrewing bottle cap)
-(grunting)
-(fishermen laughing)
Fisherman: How'd
you get down there?
(Jake grunting)
(tapping) Jakey!
(Jake grunting)
(fisherman speaking indistinctly)
Fisherman:
There you go.
Bless me, Father, for
I have sinned.
It's been five months or so
since my last confession.
Go on, Emma.
It's not my own sins I'm
here for, Father.
I... I feel like James is
doing wrong to himself.
Williams:
Please continue.
Emma: I feel like
he's drinking again.
Father Williams:
Like before?
Emma:
No.
But he's come so far,
and he doesn't seem like himself.
Alright. Leave
it with me.
I'll talk to him.
Thank you.
Barb will be here in
just a minute
if you need anything, alright?
She'll be downstairs,
and we won't be late.
(footsteps coming down stairs)
Thought you'd be ready to go.
If you don't want to go to
the dance, we don't have to.
I want to
go. Just...
(coughing)
It's been a long day.
I know what's going on.
I'm not stupid.
-f*ck off.
-Don't do that.
Even... even if something
was going on...
whose fault is that?
You pushed me into it.
That's not fair.
Well, what are we going to do?
We going to sell your
stupid paintings?
(forcefully) I can't just quit.
(people chattering)
Gordy: Look. You just got to
keep meeting that ship.
They're going to sink my boat.
Then get another God damn boat!
Hey, don't you ever raise your
voice above a whisper
when you're talking to me.
Remember that! I'm your boss.
Gordy: The boss of f*cking
nothing is what you are.
(people chattering)
Middleman to a middleman.
I'm the one with
the system, right?
The boys in Montreal, they only
care about my hearses, right?
My drivers, my
funeral home. So...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(crowd cheering, applauding)
Woman: Let's give a
hand for Natalie!
(crowd cheering, applauding)
Good to see you, Darragh.
Williams: Always
nice to see the law
mingling with the common folk.
(people chattering)
Hey, Jimmy. Back
on the sauce?
(people chattering)
Hey, Jim, look who's
talking to our priest.
Jim: He's not going
to say nothing.
Look. If he's working
with that copper,
they will throw the book at us.
He's working with that
Colombian. I'm telling you.
Oh, God. He
seen me staring.
Jimmy: Hey, you
need to stop!
Relax. Relax.
-He told him the whole story.
-Take it easy.
-He told him the whole story.
-Relax.
We are... Oh,
we're done, eh?
We're done. I'm going
to go talk to him.
You...
-Hey, Father.
-Tommy, you look well!
How's Alice?
You took a sacred oath
to Christ himself,
and you sung like a
choirboy to that copper!
-Lower your voice.
-Didn't you?
-I did no such thing.
-To that cop!
Williams: I would
never do such a thing.
-You're a liar, sir!
-Hey, Tommy!
Tommy: You talked to him!
You talked to him, and I know it!
-You admit it, Father!
-Jake: Alright. Come on.
-You admit it! I saw it!
-Alright. Alright.
Tommy.
James, good.
-(grunting)
-(crowd gasping)
Man: Hey, back off, eh?
(people shouting)
-I'll have no fighting!
-(people shouting)
-No fighting! No fighting!
-(people shouting)
-Now, why would you do that?
-It was a misunderstanding!
-He started it!
-Thanks a lot.
You'll be sleeping it off in
the drunk tank tonight.
Captain, please.
I'll take him right home.
Emma, he head-butted a priest.
Well, I don't really see
the problem with that.
(people murmuring)
Alright. Alright.
Okay.
Tommy:
Alright. Okay.
Jimmy: Yeah, yeah.
I didn't do anything.
-Oscar: Hey, Jimmy!
-(Jimmy groaning)
(Oscar speaking Spanish)
Good to see you,
though not the best
circumstances.
What's your uncle really
doing with the lobster boat?
I guess we're walking.
(seagulls calling)
Well, thanks for always
being there, eh?
No matter what,
you always got my back.
We're brothers.
You'd do the same.
I probably
wouldn't head-butt a priest.
Nah. You probably would.
(both chuckling)
What do you want, Huey?
Huey: Ah,
Jesus, Tommy.
You had a rough night.
Come on. Get in the car.
I'll give you a ride.
Is anybody here?
Anybody?
(footsteps coming up stairs)
-Jimmy?
-(Jimmy grunting)
-Jimmy.
-(grunting)
What's going on?
Why didn't you call?
No charges.
-I said my sorries.
-That's it?
-(phone ringing)
-Yeah.
We're not going to talk
about the drinking
or the fighting?
It's out of hand now, Jimmy.
-(Jimmy sighing)
-(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah, he's here. Why?
Hold on. I'll ask.
Did they let Tommy out, too?
Yeah, all three
of us. Why?
Alice says he never came home.
sh*t. sh*t!
I'll call you right back.
Jimmy!
It's okay.
It's... it's...
-How is it okay?
-It's... it's okay.
I promise.
Look. I'm... I'm sorry
for everything that I
said to you, okay?
Last night, I...
I didn't mean it.
Believe me.
I'm... I'm back.
All I ever wanted was
more time with you.
Look. I got to go.
I got to go. I'll be back.
Hey, I love you.
I love you.
(knocking)
Jake!
(knocking)
Wake up, Jake!
(calling)
Huey: (jovially)
Hey, Jimmy!
If you weren't so late,
you're be right on time.
Where are the boys?
You tell me.
I haven't seen them.
But I can always count
on you, though, eh, Jim? Hmm?
Jim, if you never want
to step foot on this boat again
after today,
I can accept that.
Alright, Jim?
(clearing throat) Yeah.
Good man. Alright.
Cast off!
(whispering indistinctly)
(motor turning off)
Ah, f*ck me!
I think we snagged a trap, Jimmy!
Go have a look!
Go check it out, will you?
Jimmy: Hey, Hugh,
we got nothing!
(g*n c*ck)
Why'd you do it, Jim?
Jesus, Huey.
Put that away before
you hurt yourself.
You ratted me out
at the police station
last night, didn't you?
Are you f*cking kidding me?!
Huey: Don't you
ever dare lie to me.
You are a rat
through and through.
Well, somebody ratted me out
to that Colombian cop last night.
I know for a fact it
wasn't Tommy.
I got a very idea it wasn't Jake.
So that leaves you.
Tommy's got a wife
at home crying for him.
Where is he?
Where's Jake?
I pulled you all out of the pit!
I paid you
10 lifetimes' worth of mining!
And you throw it
back all in my face?
Oh, so you k*lled them.
Oh, you k*lled them, didn't
you? You k*lled them.
Huey:
Ah...
I ain't going back to Montreal.
I'm not. Get a
b*llet in my head?
No. No. I'm not going down
for this, Jimmy.
You are a rotten, stinking,
f*cking scoundrel!
You dog! You dog!
(firing g*n)
(coughing)
Alphonse: Hey, Huey.
(speaking French)
Where are they, huh?
Look at me when I talk to you.
Huey, what have you done?
Those boys, they're harmless.
(shouting) Who knows what they
already spilled last night?
Oh, come on. They would
never say anything!
-You know that!
-Oh, you know?
It's alright. Relax.
Alphonse:
I don't have to.
I'm done.
You're not done, you idiot.
You f*cked up for the last time.
-Where's Jimmy?
-Haven't seen him.
-Don't f*cking lie to me.
-Didn't come to work.
(shouting) What's his
truck doing there, then?
What's his truck
doing there, Huey?
(softly)
You promised me.
You promised me you'd always
bring him home to me,
no matter what.
This is my fault.
I dropped him in your lap,
and you ruined us.
When you see him,
tell him he's fired.
(crying)
Woman on TV: This was the last
of three missing local men,
the other two discovered
three days ago.
The homicide
investigation continues
with few leads,
although detectives
remain hopeful.
If you have any information,
please contact the Cape Breton
regional police department.
Any information may
be given anonymously.
(knocking)
(knocking)
May I come in?
I've seen you on TV.
I'm not talking to you.
I was hoping we could
work together...
and find the man
who k*lled your husband.
Oh. Right. Is that so?
Well, I'm sure Jimmy's
uncle was involved
with a smuggler
from South America,
a dangerous man,
and I think he k*lled Thomas
MacEverett and Jacob Richards.
Huey's a mess.
He's a...
He's a crook,
but he's no m*rder*r.
I need your help.
I'm sorry. I wouldn't
even know where to start.
Emma, please?
Is that everything?
(slamming door)
Williams: I've known these three
men since we were children.
We were youthful together.
Had our whole lives
in front of us.
Then they went underground,
and I stayed above.
Nevertheless...
our lives remained...
intertwined.
They were each good men,
great men, pillars of
our community.
Jimmy: (whispering) You know, I
actually am digging for gold
down there.
Just hasn't turned up yet.
When it does, it'll be all yours.
Michael Jordans for everybody.
Jacky:
Nice shot!
And I speak for all of us
when I say they will
be greatly missed.
(chattering quietly)
-(Gordy laughing)
-Twelve strikes.
That's right. That's right.
(chattering)
(chattering)
Jackson:
I just miss him.
Hello, Captain.
How are you?
(others chattering)
Hey, champ!
How do you like them wheels, huh?
(others chatting)
You didn't need to do all that.
Huey:
Hmm?
(others chattering)
Hi, buddy.
I was thinking of going to
get some ice cream.
Sounds nice.
(others chattering)
Hey. Go have some
fun, alright?
(kissing)
As you know,
like so many in our town...
Jimmy almost lost his life.
And then he lost his job.
And... like you,
we had no prospects.
Then like a gift from God...
Jimmy got a new job for him
and his two best friends.
A job better than any of
us could have ever dreamed of.
Thanks to a man here
in this room with us today.
The job felt too good to be true.
As we tried to avoid
our husbands ending up
dead in a mine,
they ended up dead anyway,
at the hands of a man who
called himself family.
But alas.
When something seems too
good to be true,
it probably is.
Hey! (grunting)
(thudding)
(grunting)
What are you doing?
Ah! Help me!
(grunting)
Ah!
You... promised... me.
(Huey grunting)
(Huey grunting)
(Emma panting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
If you could play
on the fiddle
How's about
a British reel?
Speaking
in quotations
As a railhead town
feels the steel
Water froze
Clear as
winter ice
This is your
paradise
There ain't
no need for you
There ain't
no need for you
Go straight to
hell boy
Go straight to
hell boy
You want to
join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues
When it's Christmas
in h* Chi Minh
Oh Papa
say take me home
See me
got photograph
Of you and
Mama say
Oh Papa say
Take me home
Oh take me home
Straight to hell
Go straight
to hell
Go straight
to hell
Straight to hell
Can you cough it up
loud and strong?
The immigrants
want to sing
All night long
It could
be anywhere
Could be any
hemisphere
In No Man's Land
There ain't no
Asylum here
King Solomon he never
lived round here
Go straight to
hell boy
Go straight to
hell boys
Straight to hell
Straight
to hell boy
(crying)
Emma: "My darling Emma",
you are always the
strongest light in my life,
a beacon brighter
than any lighthouse.
Take this key to where
we first kissed.
"Tell no one."
Can you cough it up
loud and strong?
The immigrants want to
dance all night long
It could
be anywhere
Could be any
hemisphere
In No Man's Land
There ain't no
Asylum here
Go straight to
hell boy
Go straight to
hell boy
Straight
to hell boy
Straight to hell
Man:
Well, now,
here's a little maritime tale
I bet you never heard before.
It goes something like this.
I got an uncle Huey
He's got a boat
down in Main--Dieu
And when I lost my
job at DEVCO
He says have I
got a job for you
See I put my
faith into no one
I got no time for
the government
Since they ripped up
my house in Louisbourg
And stuck it down
on some blocks of cement
He says there's a
boat coming up from America
With caskets
filled with cocaine
There's a goldmine
out on the ocean
And a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
There's a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
We took his boat off the
coast of Bateston
Just out of sight
of the shore
Me and my cousin and
a Frenchman
I'd never
laid eyes on before
We met a boat that had
come up from Boston
Started heaving boxes
overboard
Huey handed them
a big bag of money
We were back in
the harbour 'round 4:00
Singing there's a
boat coming up from America
With caskets
filled with cocaine
There's a goldmine
out on the ocean
And a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
There's a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
We'd be met there
by seven morticians
Loaded the boxes into
their hearse
We'd set
off with $8,000
Laughing about what
we'd spend it on first
Frenchman tells me
his name is Thibault
That he grew
up in Isle Madame
We could all go down
to church hall on Saturday
And get drunker than
hell at the dance
One night Thibault
got fired up on moonshine
Tried to beat up a
Catholic priest
We got thrown out on our
a*s behind that church hall
We spent the night
with the Mounted Police
We went on working
for weeks every Sunday
Till Huey says we
got to slow it down
Someone's been singing
like a jailbird
And it brought all
the Mounties to town
They heard there's a boat
coming up from America
Heard about the caskets
filled with cocaine
There's a goldmine
out on the ocean
And a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
There's a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
Huey calls us all down to
the docks one night
And he hustled us
out to the sea
He shut off the engines
and the floodlights
And he pointed a
shotgun at me
I said Huey I ain't the
one been singing
Must be the Frenchman
from Isle Madame
He says that's just what a
turncoat would tell me
Least you can do is
to die like a man
Funny they could not
be bothered with a casket
But what use is it
now to complain?
There's a graveyard
out on the ocean
And a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
And as the buckshot,
it entered my brain
I saw the lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
There's a lighthouse
in Little Lorraine
(waves lapping, seagulls calling faintly)
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