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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 ♪