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Would you like a button there, young man?

What's the matter?

She's stuck.

Stuck on what?

Calvin, cut the engine.

Leo.

Back in a jiff.

Calvin, don't lean out so far.

Hmm.

- Dad. - Leo!

- Jesus. - Dad!

- Leo! - Dad!

Oh my God. Calvin!

Cut… cut the towline! Quickly now.

- It'll pull us under. - Leo!

- We have to get him out! - Hurry!

Calvin!

Cut it now!

- Oh! - Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Go!

Dad!

Now for the offshore.

Five Portuguese nationals are missing and feared dead

after a fishing vessel lost contact with the coast guard early Tuesday morning.

Officials say it appears the Portuguese trawler was fishing illegally

off the coast of Fogo Island,

despite a long-standing ban on commercial fishing.

Crafted from 100% real icebergs…

All right, Stan.

Ooh.

- Bad ice. - What?

You got some bad ice there, Calvin.

What do you mean "bad ice"?

Just telling you what the machine's telling me.

- Well, run it again. - Seriously?

Go on. Run it again.

1,190 parts per million.

Not fit for human consumption. Bad ice.

Okay, well.

- Let's talk about a discount, yeah? - That's not how it works, Calvin.

- No, we're negotiating here, Stan. - I'm not taking it.

Look, I get it. Times are tough.

But the Crockers, we got a reputation for quality.

I'm not about to start degrading our premium vodka

with chunks of dirty old ice from God knows where.

- "Dirty ice," he says. - It's slimy, look.

And it's got a stink to it.

I'm not taking that.

Stan.

Ah.

Calvin Penney.

Biles.

I'll tell you somethin' for nothin', old man.

Badger Bay was maggoty with bergy bits this morning.

- Sweetest ice you ever seen. - That so?

Might be a few crumbs left around if you hurries.

I'm not after crumbs, Biles.

No? What's that you got there, then?

You plannin' on mixing a dry martini with that?

Should the permanent residents of Snooks Arm

vote in favor of resettlement,

the province will provide a one-time relocation fee

of $140,000.

Hey.

Now, then.

The floor is open.

Ruth Penney.

Nothing wrong with that offer. Lord knows we could all use the money.

But let me ask you this. Where do it end, huh?

- Where do it all end? - In me bank account. That's where.

First he moves us from Little Pot Rock.

And now we've made Snooks Arm our home, they wants to resettle us to Gander

or Lewisporte or Lord knows where.

I says why not be done with it?

Put us in a box and ship us all off to Toronto if that's what you want so badly.

- Toronto? - All right.

Nobody's talking about sending nobody to Toronto.

Ruthie's right.

This is not a decision to be taken lightly.

Now, I knows I haven't been here as long as the rest of you.

But I know what happened last time,

and that terrible accident what happened to the Penney family.

Your poor father. God rest his soul.

However, it needs to be said.

There's no fish. There hasn't been for years. There's no jobs.

No, I says we makes a deal now while we still can.

And if we plays our cards right,

we can haggle them up to 150.

Hey. Hey! Hey!

Right. Go on, my love.

This debate is all well and good, but, at the end of the day,

you still need 90% of the cove in favor.

And I'm sorry, but any way you slices it,

you don't got 90%.

She's right. Ruthie's right.

Ruthie, um…

- Morning, Fonda. - Morning.

Ooh, what am I lookin' at here, Barry?

- That's a flamingo. - Yeah. Uh…

- Uh, but what's it doin' here? - Maggie Toup brought it in.

Landed on her roof this morning, she says.

A flamingo landed on her roof?

That is correct.

Alive?

It is my understanding that it was alive at the time, yes.

And do we know why it's dead now?

She shot it.

- She shot it? - Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

Well, thank you, Barry.

No problem, boss.

How'd you end up all the way up here, little fella?

Uh, Dr. Howander. Someone here to see you.

- Who is it? - Calvin Penney.

I don't really have time for this right now, Calvin.

Just look.

What is it?

Caught a nice growler this morning.

But Stan Crocker won't buy it.

'Cause it's got a stink to it.

Go on. Smell it.

Whooh!

- Yeah. - Ammonia.

Yeah.

Where'd you find this?

Up near Little Bird Bay all by its lonesome.

I mean, I can run some tests on it, see what's what,

but, you know, it's been a strange winter and an even stranger spring.

You're telling me.

You know someone just brought in a flamingo from Logy Bay?

A flamingo?

That's a bit out of the ordinary.

That's it. It's all this extreme weather, and it's changing migration patterns

and ocean currents.

Expecting a major glacial collapse from Greenland any day now.

That's music to my ears.

No, it's catastrophic, actually.

Well, long term, maybe.

But in the short term, that's money in my pocket.

Okay.

Give your friend Calvin a call when that gets round to collapsing.

And not a word to nobody else.

Oh yeah, the Penneys is fishermen all the way back, sure.

But it all went arse up 40 years ago when they forced us to resettle here

from Little Pot Rock.

Our house went down, and Father's father drowned trying to save it.

And his father's father, he went down with the Florizel back in 1918.

I'm telling you. These waters can be deadly.

Yeah. It's been one seafaring tragedy after another for the Penney crowd.

My mother.

Mom packed codfish down at the plant till she was done in by the cancer.

Mm.

Father calls in the Penney curse, but I don't know if I believes in that.

The biggest tragedy of all is that now we can't even fish.

I mean, the ban on cod fishing went into effect before I was born, yeah.

But I considers myself a fisherman nonetheless.

Oh!

- More bologna! - Fascinating.

Yes, it certainly is.

- We just adore it here. Don't we, Keith? - We adore it. You know, Wade.

I… I know that we're due to check out today.

But, uh, we were hoping we might extend our stay by a day or two.

Yeah, no, no! Stay as long as you want. Right, mi casa ye casa.

- Hold on now. - Dad.

- Might be a problem there. - What?

Wade's brother and sister are coming in, this being a Come Home Year and all.

- A Come Home Year? - It's like a family reunion.

For the whole province.

Oh, well, how long does it last?

- All year long. - Only a week.

Well. Yeah, officially it's a week, but…

Sorry, we needs the room.

- Oh. - Keith.

It's all right. You see, we were planning to hike the coastal trail this weekend.

Yeah, that is deadly, b'ys. You're not gonna wanna miss that.

Honey, it's okay.

It's all the more reason to come back again sometime.

Well, let me talk to the youngsters when they gets in.

I'm sure we can work somethin' out.

- Are you sure? - Oh, sure I'm sure.

Last thing I needs is a bad review on Airbnb.

That's for sure.

We would never. You both have just been so wonderful.

I can toss Wade back into the cellar.

Dad.

Ah, it's my sister, Ruth. Ruth.

This is Keith and Candice-Marie, our Airbnb guests.

Got a minute?

Yeah.

Latest offer's up to 140.

- Never gonna happen. - You know they're lowerin' the threshold?

- What threshold? - The threshold for resettlement.

The province is lowering it from 90% to 75%,

so if 75% votes in favor of this,

then it's a done deal.

Come on. We're late for the ferry.

It's gonna be tight. I'll tell you that.

- It's never gonna happen. - And if it does?

If it does, I'm not moving an inch.

Anyway, don't mention this to the youngsters.

Why not?

It's been three years. Let's just try to have ourselves a nice visit.

- Sure, yeah, a real nice visit. - Hey!

Dad!

Mary!

Oh, hey.

- Look at you. - Look at you! Oh my God.

- Ruth! - Come here.

- Noah, this is my Aunt Ruth. - Glad you made it.

Oh, um, uh, uh…

- Dad, this is Noah. Noah, Dad. - Hey.

- It's so good to meet you. - Welcome. Welcome.

It's such a gorgeous spot you got here. I feel like I'm in Ireland.

- Yeah. - Sure, who'd want to live anywhere else?

- Where's Jay to? - He isn't here?

- He was meeting you at the airport. - He wasn't there.

And his phone's going straight to voicemail.

Mm.

Probably overslept.

Come on. Supper's on the boil.

- Whaddayat, Wade? - This is it, Mary b'y. This is it.

Uh, Wade, this is Noah. Noah, this is my brother, Wade.

- Hey, what's up? - Hey.

You needs anything while you're here, anything at all, you just let Wade know.

- Don't be shy now. - Okay.

- Just say the word, brother! - Uh, thank you, Wade. I will.

- Wade! - What?

Didn't I tell you to soak the salt beef overnight?

Yeah, I'm getting it now!

Well, not to worry. Father's still the same nervy old bitch he ever was.

How's my smelly little iceberg?

I don't think you can call this an iceberg technically.

Have a look.

It's got to be 10,000 years old.

Ooh. That's busy.

That there's loaded with organic materials.

- Huh. - And whatever it is, it ain't water.

What, some kind of… mucus membrane?

I don't know. I can run a pH check, see what jumps out.

Yes please.

Look, I gotta ask you. Did you turn the heat up again?

- What? Why, are you warm? - I'm sweltering.

- It's like the Lesser Antilles in here. - Sorry, I run cold.

Hey, mask on. Nose and mouth.

If there's somethin' in the ice,

that means there's something in the water.

Fishery Patrol, this is Shore Base.

Yeah, I'm here.

We got a call about illegal crab traps

off the eastern point of Little Pot Rock Island.

Our guys are busy looking for those missing Portuguese fishermen.

If you got a minute, maybe you could run over and take a look?

No, I got it. I'm good. I'll do it.

Copy that. Appreciate it.

Ice creature! That's it. Kiss it.

Go ahead and drink.

- Here we go. Cheers! - You're honorary Newfoundlanders.

You can taste the iceberg in it, can't you?

- God! It's wonderful! - That'll be 80 bucks.

I don't have to do that, do I?

No, don't worry. That's just for tourists.

- You're not a tourist, are ya? - Yes, I… I am a tourist.

No, you're not. You're with me.

Here's to the old man.

If he's an old man, what's that make me?

Don't you go getting philosophical on me now.

- It's all his fault, you know? - How's that?

He let the Crockers walk all over him his whole life.

- Jeez, you're so hard on him. - Well, somebody's gotta be.

Yeah?

Any word from Jay?

Not a peep.

He'll turn up.

- Thanks for the lift. - Anytime.

Jay!

- Dad! - What the heck is this?

I got into a few pints at Calgary Airport, and I missed my connection.

Oh man!

Ended up having cocktails with the b'ys from Hibernia,

and they offered to drop me off on the way offshore.

- Look at you, you greasy fuckin' rig pig! - Jay!

Mary!

What?!

- How you been getting on, Dad? - Better now.

- Heard it's been a slow spring, huh? - Ah, she'll pick up soon.

The bergs be rollin' any day now, according to my sources.

Here, take this.

- Go away with that. - No. I insist, I insist.

No, no, no. Put that away, Jay.

You don't understand. I'm bringing in so much money on the rigs,

I hardly know what to do with it.

Jay. Put it away.

Fine.

But I'm buying the first round. Linda!

- Two shots of the Blue Ice right here. - Welcome home.

Two big shots for two big b'ys.

Wade Penney. Hey, young fella.

How come I never sees you out on the water?

Ask the old man.

I tell ya, him keeping you off the boat is terrible a waste

of your God-given talents.

A man needs to be allowed to earn himself a living.

Ah. A man needs to be allowed to earn himself a living.

- Simple as that. - That's right.

Cheers, my buddy.

- It's the world-famous Noah from Montreal! - Good to meet you, man.

- You been screeched in yet? - Uh…

- Not yet. - Not yet.

- Not yet. - No, no, no, no, no.

- Come on. - Linda!

- Come on! - Jason Penney!

Got ourselves a mainlander in dire need of a screech-in.

Say no more, Jay Penney.

There you go, my love.

- Look. - We really don't have to this.

It's all good.

That's a fella. Come on. Give it a smooch.

- That's it. Yeah. - Yay!

That was disgusting. That's so disgusting.

Here we go. Come on!

God, why would you choose this place? I'm sorry.

♪ In the dead of night ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ Here I am ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ And in this city with a fistful… ♪

What's your name!

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - ♪ And, baby ♪

♪ You better believe ♪

♪ I'm back ♪

♪ Back in the New York groove ♪

♪ I'm back ♪

♪ Back in the New York groove… ♪

What happened to the Jesus heat?

Iceberg Alley boat tours!

Iceberg Alley boat tours!

Get out on a boat, and have a good gawk up close.

Do not approach the iceberg.

- Genuine, official… - This is your harbormaster.

…Iceberg Alley boat tours.

You better stay back, Paddy. I'm warning ya. 50 meters at least.

The iceberg is not your friend.

I repeat. The iceberg is not your friend!

This is the same ice what sank the Titanic. Get back.

Same ice as the Titanic?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

That's gotta be, what?

100,000 right there, b'y.

Too dangerous to go anywhere near it.

- She's gonna flip any minute now. - You think?

And I got a hunch she's more bad ice.

Bad ice?

- But how do you know? - Miss Fonda.

Heard you got a surprise visitor last night.

I'm looking at her now.

Me too.

Not had one that size in the harbor before.

And she's got a stink to her, just like the last one.

Well, that's interesting.

Because the ice you brought in was one big frozen mucus membrane.

- What, like snot? - Like that.

Some kind of protective material.

- From what? A friggin' whale? - Somethin' big.

And somethin' old by the looks of the ice.

That is fascinating, no doubt about it, but let me ask you something.

What?

If a fella were looking for ice

without any prehistoric whale snot into it, where do you think he might look?

If I was you, I might take a peek up around Nameless Bay.

Good to know. Thanks. I owe you one.

Hey, come on. Iceberg safari. Let's go.

What? Right now?

- Right now. - Dad, we kinda had a big night last night.

There's no better cure for a hangover than the water. You know that.

Hey now, don't even think about it, Penney.

- I've got my eye on that one. - All yours, Jerry. Knock yourself out.

- Oh, where are you going, b'ys? - Out for a rip, skipper. You comin'?

- Oh, fuck yeah, I'm coming. - No, no, no!

- Wade has a job to do, and he knows it. - Come on, Dad.

You gotta be kidding me. You never let me go.

I'm not the one who talked the mainlanders into staying.

That was you, so you cooks 'em breakfast.

Next time, buddy.

Fu…

Authorities are now confirming that wreckage recovered

is indeed the Portuguese fishing vessel…

Dad, what are we doin'? We've been out here for hours.

Nope, nope. Oh God.

Okay? There you go.

I had just too much to drink.

I don't know. Maybe we just, uh, head home out of it. What do you think?

There's nothin' out here.

Sit down, Jay.

Holy shit.

What'd I tell ya?

Hoo!

Oh my God. Beautiful.

Dad! They're everywhere!

Ten parts per million.

Now that is some good ice.

Nice doing business with you.

- Where's, uh, Noah? - Oh, bathroom.

Don't know how much more liquid he can afford to lose.

Stop it.

You imbecile.

Before he gets back, a little opportunity I wanted to run past you.

Sure. What's up?

I'm putting in for a license from the province.

- What, a fishing license? - No, a commercial ice-harvesting license.

A license means I can get a bigger boat.

A bigger boat means I can go after the bigger fish, so to speak,

instead of chasing after crumbs.

Mm.

You know…

Father worked for the Crockers his whole life.

They owned his boat, all his gear, the clothes on his back,

and I am still working for the Crockers.

Scrounging around for a foolish bit of ice.

Well,

I think it's time for me to strike out on my own.

Who knows? Maybe even someday open up my own little brewery in the cove.

Bring in the tourists and all that, keep Snooks Arm on the map.

I think that's a great idea, Dad.

Yeah.

Thing is…

I'm shorthanded.

I got Wade, sure, but with the ADHD and the psilocybin

and this, that, and the other, I need hands I can count on.

This could be a real family operation.

All of us together on the boat, like proper fishermen.

Now, I know this ain't fishin' exactly, but it's not that far off neither.

Bottom line is

I can't do it without you two.

So that's what I'm askin'.

- It's just a thought. - No, no, I…

I mean… I

- I would love to, but... - Yeah.

Me and Noah, we… we just signed a lease in Montreal.

- Yeah. - His music's starting to take off.

- I mean, we have a whole life out there. - I gets it. I gets it.

- Believe me, I gets it. - Yeah.

Oh, sure, yeah, Dad. It's just, um…

You know it's just things are going so good out west.

- Yeah. - Pullin' down so much money on the rigs.

Maybe even enough for a place of me own in a few years.

It's just… I… I can't give up on that.

- Sure, sure. - Not… not yet.

Sure.

- I had to ask. - Yeah.

- That's all. - Yeah.

Come on.

Where'd you find this?

Pirate crab trap just off Little Pot Rock Island.

What're you thinking? Shark attack?

Mm…

Sharks… crunch bone,

and they leave a mess of teeth marks.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking. This looks like it was popped off clean.

Even the bone marrow has been sucked out clean.

Sharks don't do that.

I… I… Crabs don't even do that.

Yeah.

What does?

That little slit?

That… that's a weak spot.

You clip the edge off that, she all comin' down. We're in business.

Take it. Take it!

Listen, now.

Your old man's a hard no, but which way is Wade gonna vote on the resettlement?

What, me?

I ain't thought about it, really.

You better get thinkin'.

There's a lotta people counting on that payout

who could really use your vote.

Can I have a go?

Yes!

Have at her.

I'll show you where I'm at. Now, see what you got.

Actually, hold on a sec.

Why don't you go up on the bow,

and I'll scooch us in closer

so we get up nice and tight.

All right, then.

Cheers to you, missus.

Good looking as ever.

Blessed Christ, he's gone out in the shed. What'd you say to him?

- I didn't say anything. - How long's he been out there?

About three Blue Stars so far.

- Blessed Jesus. - What does he expect?

We can't just drop everything and move home

every time he gets a bright idea.

Your father's sensitive. That's all.

Delusional is what he is.

He's got a lot on his mind, and there's… more to it than you know.

Go on!

Line it up.

Hey!

Have another one.

This is the money shot now!

Woo-hoo-hoo!

You see that?!

- You see that? - There she is, there she is.

Look out!

- Shit! - I said that's the money shot.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Okay, so the town being resettled, that's our fault?

Nobody said anything about this being anybody's fault.

It's our fault the government's too cheap to fix the ferry and plow the roads?

- Guys, guys, guys. - Mary, I agree with you. I'm on your side.

Why is it up to me and Jay to swoop in and save the day?

Your father had a little fantasy rattling around in his head.

You knows what he's like.

- I knows. - He'll get over it.

- No, he won't. - Yeah, you're right. He won't.

Would it be the end of the world

if he just moved a teensy bit closer to civilization?

Keep your voice down.

Maybe we'd visit more if it didn't take a day and a half.

- And cost a thousand bucks each time. - You're gonna give him a heart attack.

And when he does, where's he gonna go? Yeah? Down the road to Linda's?

- Not getting any younger, is he? - He's 49 years old, for Jesus' sake.

- He's younger than me. - You knows what I mean.

- Oh. Hi. - Hello.

- Hi. Does Calvin Penney live here? - And you are?

Oh, sorry. I'm… I'm… I'm Dr. Fonda Howander.

I work at the Ocean Science Center down in Seal Cove.

He's out in the shed.

Okay.

Oh.

Hello.

- Sorry to interrupt. - Hi.

I, uh…

Um… I just need to ask you something.

- Shoot. - Uh, it's about your father.

And the accident in the bay when you were little.

What about it?

So,

right before the accident, you saw something in the water.

- No, I didn't. - Yes, you did.

In the… in the initial coast-guard report,

you said that, right before the house went down,

you saw something in the water.

- I thought I saw somethin'. - Yes.

And what was it?

Shadows, uh…

Friggin' kelp. Fata morgana. Who the fuck knows? I mean…

Uh… fishermen sees all kinds of things on the water,

and so do little kids when they're upset.

It's not just you. I mean, there's been lots of strange incidents in these waters.

We're picking up gunshots near the iceberg. Do you copy?

We're just havin' a bit of sport here, b'ys. Not to worry.

Who was that?

Hammer Down, stay back from the ice.

Friggin' Wade.

Whoo!

Easy money!

Yes, skipper.

She's a big one.

Few dollars in this for you, I hope you knows that.

Go on get the net.

Maybe let's head back in. What do you say?

No, we're good.

Ah!

Jesus Christ!

What's turning us?

Jerry!

- What the fuck was that? - Kill the winch.

- What? - Kill the winch!

The cable is wrappin' around the boat!

Come on!

What the fuck do I do?

- The switch! - The what?

The one goddamn switch!

Fuck!

That's it! That's the one!

Jerry!

Get it off!

Ah!

Cut it!

Hold on!

Fuck! Fuck!

It's not workin'!

- Oh, there. There, there, there. - Yeah.