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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.

♪ 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?

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.

- Man: Morning, boys!
- Morning!

Man: Welcome to
the DEVCO Express.

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.

Smoking is prohibited

during the duration
of the flight.

Bullshit.

Come on, Jake. That
includes you too, boy.

Enjoy your flight,
boys, and good luck.

Shut her down!

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!

Gentlemen, this is Bob, and
we got an emergency!

- Keep going, boys!
- It's going to blow!

Keep fucking 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!

Keep going!

Ah!

Woman:
Emma!

Emma, come now!

Hurry!

Emma:
Oh, God.

♪ 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 kill 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 ♪

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.

- Crew?
- Not yet, but I will.

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.

Ah, it's about perfect weather
for a funeral, isn't it?

Gordy: Mm. If there
is such a thing.

Yeah.

God. Fucking nerve.

Jimmy. Language.

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?

Two Pepsis, Freddy.

It's a hard time
to be off the piss.

Father.

To Bobby!

Crowd:
To Bobby!

A cold pint would be pretty
good right about now.

- Come dance with me.
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

Yeah.

Whoa!

Sociable!

Crowd:
Sociable!

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.

You already
have sneakers, bud.

They're Michael Jordans.

He's mining for coal,
not gold, sweetie.

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.

Yeah,
but... still.

Mm.

I'm exhausted.

It's alright, Jim.

Oh, God.

Man 1: The fuck
is this guy?

Man 2:
He's always late.

- guy.
- Hey, Jimmy.

- How you doing there, my man?
- You good?

Good to see you. Yeah.
I'm fine, buddy.

- Man 3: Ah, there he is!
- Man 4: Oh, there he is!

Man 5: What's going on, buddy?

Man 6: You're fucking
late, you piece of shit!

Man with glasses: Calm
down so I can speak.

The engineer's
report came back,

and it's not good.

It's leaking water
on three levels.

Let me finish!

- Let me finish!
- How long to patch her up?

Man with glasses:
They can't.

What the fuck do you
mean, they can't?

- What do you mean, they can't?
- They're shutting it down.

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!

Nah! Fuck you!

I've got three grand for
anyone who's willing to go!

Man 7:
It's a start.

It's a start.

Is that what our
fucking life's worth?!

How'd it go?

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!

What the hell am I
supposed to do with my day?

Think about how we're going
to put food on the table.

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--

Well, I've only
heard the stories.

You think you
could talk to him?

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?

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.

Geez.

Like, all--
all I'm saying is,

$3,000 is nothing.

It's $3,000 and
a job.

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 fuck do you
know about fishing?

- Nothing.
- Huey?

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.

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.

Come on.

- 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.

Fuck it.

Give me the
fucking darts.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Ah, fuck it.

- Fuck it.
- Fuck 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?

Yeah. How about you
keep that little tidbit

to yourself
there, Tommy, would you?

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 fucking
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 fuck 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!

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.

One of you unmoor us.

Is that untie?

Yes, untie us. Away.

You ever done that before?

Is this part connected?

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.

I can't wait.

I'm ready for
sunshine, fresh air...

They call that
chumming the water.

That's disgusting.

Are you guys not sick?

No.

Here we go. Alright.

That's it. Good job.

Alright. Up.

There we go.

Okay, Mr. Puker.
Let's go.

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 ♪

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.

Fuck!

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 bastard.
How are you?

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.

Capitán!

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.

Alright. It's all there.

It's all yours.

Rico, you could have
passed it to him.

What?

Jimmy.

Alright. Let's go, boys!

- Tommy!
- Tommy: Yeah. Right here.

Now, uh, hey, get the gaff
and get the bundles in, then.

Away.

Alright, boys!

Get them all!

Come on! Get them all!

Oh, fuck.

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!

I'll hand them to you.

- Where? In there?
- Yeah, in there.

Tommy: Get down in
there? Fuck.

- Alphonse: Get down in there.
- Christ.

Alphonse: Don't
step on the wire.

Tommy: Fuck.
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 fucking bath toy!

Tommy:
Oh, God.

- Alphonse: Is it full?
- Tommy: Yeah, it's good.

Not too bad for the
first time, huh?

800-COCAINE. Tara speaking.
May I help you?

Man 1:
Cocaine,

America's
$34-billion fad,

creates a feeling
of euphoria,

dependency, sometimes death.

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: 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.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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?

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 bitch,

you'll be overboard with
the lobsters.

Do you want it or not?

You better fucking...

Why don't you
walk home?

What a fucking 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.

Can I help yous?

I'm Oscar Lozano.

I'm an agent of
Interpol.

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 illegal
distribution of narcotics.

I've been sent
to discover the facts

and arrest
the perpetrators.

Right on.

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--

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.

Aquí.

What's your plan?

You and me,

we're going
to plug the hole.

Oh, boy.

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.

Donnie, show him
to his room.

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.

Well, I'll
leave you to it.

Oscar:
Thank you.

Cape Breton.

Jimmy:
Boys.

Hey.

Jimmy, how you
making out, there?

Eh.

Better than the burgers.

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.

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 ♪

♪ And whet my hunger ♪

♪ And weave that spell that
pulls me under ♪

♪ 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.

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.

Jacky, your father and I have
one more present for you.

Happy birthday, son.

Give me that.

Michael Jordans?

Can you believe it?

I bet that's
your gran calling

to wish you a
happy birthday.

Jimmy:
Mm-hmm.

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.

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.

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 fucking choice!

I mean,
it's-- Jesus Christ.

It's not up to me.

Emma,
I didn't mean that.

I shouldn't curse.

Jacky:
It's okay.

I'm sorry.

Look.

- Uh...
- Take that one right there.

Something funny going on
with that one now.

Yeah. Go figure, huh?

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Who's buddy
with the hair?

Here we go.

Yeah.

- Hey, Hugh?
- Yeah?

Cómo estás?

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.

That might sound like a threat
if I didn't know better.

Captain Douglas's office.

Hello,
Mr. McConnell.

I know you're not
a drug dealer.

Donnie:
Oscar?

This came for
you today.

Oscar:
Nice.

Smell it.

Ah.

I heard you made
a new friend,

that foreign cop.
He know anything?

Douglas: I know your son's

a hard worker.

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.

CBPD. Sorry. No.

What's this?

It's light. You are
missing one.

That-- that's what came
off the boat, so...

Fuck.

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?

Have some coffee, man.

I thought you knew what's going
on in South America.

Uh...

This my brother,
Andre Lozano.

He was killed 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.

Come in.

This was discovered about an
hour ago on Eastern Beach.

Somebody will be real pissed

when they find out
this is missing.

Let's go, boys!

Time is of the essence!

Hey. Give me
that flare gun.

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: 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.

Tim:
Ah, no.

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 fucking
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!

Tim: He wants the money for the
fucking drugs that you lost,

and he's not going to
take an IOU, buddy.

It was a whoops-y,

an accidente.

Rico.

Come on.

Huey: Jumpy.

Tim: Guys, we
got to get along

if we're going to
make this work.

Send that cunt
back to the jungle.

- Hey! Ah!
- Ah!

- Hey!
- Someone is going to send you

to the jungle.

Jimmy: Back the
fuck up!

Hey! Hey! Back-- back
the fuck up!

Jesus Christ.

Back up!

I can get the Coast Guard
here in 10 minutes!

Translate that! Thibault,
get him the fuck out of here!

Jesus Christ.

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?

- 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?

Huey: You got to
stop the bleeding.

Come on, guys.

Help me.

Ah! No!

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 killed over this shit!

You hear me?
Do you hear me?

Ow!

There's the Jimmy
I've been looking for.

There he is.

Alright, now! Get those bundles
out of that fucking 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.

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!

I think we
have something, huh?

Hey, les boys,

be cool, huh?

We got some tourists.

Give me those.

- Oh, fuck.
- Hey.

Boys on to us, boys!

We got a boat load of
fucking cocaine!

It's been all over the
fucking news!

Alphonse: Ferme ta gueule!

They know that
we're doing this!

- Jimmy: Come on! Hey! Listen!
- We're fucked!

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.

So you were right when you said
it was dangerous out here.

Very.

Here's the license.

Fine.

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.

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...
- Shit. Shit! Shit!

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...

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?

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

Christ, boy.

Is this where you're
living now, boy?

Bit tight for the cost, boy.

- You wants out?
- I can't move.

I know. I know.

I know, Jimmy.

It's going to be okay, boy.

Couple more weeks now.

Couple of weeks.

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 shit
hits the fan--

Which it
fucking will!

When the shit
hits the fan...

We won't be there.

It's on Huey,
all of it.

It's just a few
more weeks.

Oh, fuck it. Don't you...

Oh, fuck it. Don't-- Fuck.

Come on. They cut his
fucking finger off.

I'm done, Jim.

I'll just fucking...

I'll kill myself
or something.

Don't you ever talk
like that again.

Ever.

Give me
the fucking gun.

Now... you're going
to sober up.

And then you will get
your shit 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.

Cup of tea, Jimmy?

Yeah. Thanks.
That'd be nice.

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 fuck's
going on here?

Son of a bitch.

Gordy:
Fucking 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: 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.

Jimmy: Ah!
Jake! Hey! Hey!

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 kill him!

You want I should
go back and get him?

No!

What in hell
is wrong with you?

You're just like
my dad said.

Good for nothing!

Ah, Jimmy,
come on, now.

Come on.

We both know we've had a
couple of rough weeks here.

But we're so close.

We're getting there.
We're almost there.

Why don't you take a
couple days off?

Go to the church
dance tonight, huh?

Blow off some steam.

On me.

Fisherman: How'd
you get down there?

Jakey!

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.

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...

It's been a long day.

I know what's going on.
I'm not stupid.

- Fuck 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?

I can't just quit.

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 fucking
nothing is what you are.

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.

Woman: Let's give a
hand for Natalie!

Good to see you, Darragh.

Williams: Always
nice to see the law

mingling with the common folk.

Hey, Jimmy. Back
on the sauce?

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.

Man: Hey, back off, eh?

I'll have no fighting!

No fighting! No fighting!

- 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.

Alright. Alright.

Okay.

Tommy:
Alright. Okay.

Jimmy: Yeah, yeah.
I didn't do anything.

Oscar: Hey, Jimmy!

Good to see you,

though not the best
circumstances.

What's your uncle really
doing with the lobster boat?

I guess we're walking.

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.

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?

Jimmy?

Jimmy.

What's going on?

Why didn't you call?

No charges.

- I said my sorries.
- That's it?

Yeah.

We're not going to talk
about the drinking

or the fighting?

It's out of hand
now, Jimmy.

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.

Shit. Shit!

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.

Jake!

Wake up, Jake!

Huey:
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?

Yeah.

Good man. Alright.

Cast off!

Ah, fuck me!

I think we snagged
a trap, Jimmy!

Go have a look!

Go check it
out, will you?

Jimmy: Hey, Hugh,
we got nothing!

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 fucking 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
killed them.

Oh, you killed them, didn't
you? You killed them.

Huey:
Ah...

I ain't going
back to Montreal.

I'm not. Get a
bullet in my head?

No. No. I'm not going down
for this, Jimmy.

You are a
rotten, stinking,

fucking scoundrel!

You dog! You dog!

Alphonse: Hey, Huey.

Where are they, huh?

Look at me when I
talk to you.

Huey, what
have you done?

Those boys, they're harmless.

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 fucked up for
the last time.

- Where's Jimmy?
- Haven't seen him.

- Don't fucking lie to me.
- Didn't come to work.

What's his
truck doing there, then?

What's his truck
doing there, Huey?

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.

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.

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 killed 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 killed Thomas
MacEverett and Jacob Richards.

Huey's a mess.

He's a...

He's a crook,

but he's no murderer.

I need your help.

I'm sorry. I wouldn't
even know where to start.

Emma, please?

Is that everything?

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: 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.

Twelve strikes.

That's right. That's right.

Jackson:
I just miss him.

Hello, Captain.
How are you?

Hey, champ!

How do you like
them wheels, huh?

You didn't need to
do all that.

Huey:
Hmm?

Hi, buddy.

I was thinking of going to
get some ice cream.

Sounds nice.

Hey. Go have some
fun, alright?

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!

What are you doing?

Ah! Help me!

Ah!

You... promised... me.

♪ 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 Ho 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 ♪

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-à-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
ass 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 ♪