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(distant thuds)

(shrill whistle)

(crowd roaring) (sticks clashing)

(skates scraping) (heavy breathing)

(skates scraping) (loud thud)

(loud thuds)

(loud thuds)

(crowd yelling)

(door slamming)

(soft guitar music)

(Blood and Salt Water by Lennie Gallant plays)

♪♪ What is this thing that pulls me, ♪

♪ Like I'm on a turning tide I drift so far away, ♪

♪ Then I'm drawn back to your side ♪

♪ A weary voice, a breath of wind, ♪

♪ A freezing on my skin ♪

♪ That moment when the ice cracks ♪

♪ Just enough to let you in ♪

♪ Blood and salt water, ♪

♪ Spirits of old ♪

♪ Something familiar stirs in my soul ♪

♪ Blood and salt water ♪

♪ I can still hear ♪

♪ The song you were singing ♪

♪ Bout' why we are here ♪

♪ I thought about it all night and I still can't figure out ♪

♪ Why I can't forgive ♪

♪ And why I can't just shut my mouth ♪♪

- Take it all off, whooo!

♪♪ I look into your eyes ♪

♪ And I can see the chains on me ♪

♪ They're on you too, but maybe we could set each other free ♪

♪ Blood and salt water, spirits of old ♪♪

(kids coughing) (truck engine stops)

- Jordie? Did we?

- No, we didn't.

- Sam, Emma, here's your Dad's brother, Jordie. Your uncle.

- But we already have an uncle. Uncle Noah.

- You been driving all night?

- Looks like it. I'm guessin'.

- We don't really have a guest room.

- I'm looking after that place over there, 'til it sells.

The Ferguson place. You can stay there a night or two.

No longer, we got kids.

- That's it? No "Hey, bro, how's it going?"

- Come on, Sam, Emma. Carrots need peeling.

- But Ma, but Ma, I wanna- - Sam.

- But we already have an uncle- - Emma.

- Ugh.

- Heard you built here. On the water.

Nice digs. I expected less.

- You got kicked off another team, didn't ya?

- Yeah, well, ah, news travels fast, huh?

- It's a small town, people talk.

You should know that.

I'll get you the key.

Keep your eye out for the cat. Needs to be fed.

(door opening and closing)

(waves crashing on the shore)

(soft guitar music)

- Come on.

(soft guitar music)

Mrs. Ferguson, I presume. Hello.

(long exhale)

- Whoops.

(smacks lips) Breakfast is served.

Come here, ya damned cat.

(engine not starting)

(sighs)

What did I do to you?

Let's see if this works.

- Go.

(engine not starting)

- Nothing.

- I don't know what it is.

- Hey, Nicky.

- Abby.

(loud cranking)

Try that.

(engine starts)

- All right.

Thanks.

Yeah, she's a bit of a stubborn old girl sometimes.

(truck driving away)

- So that was the long lost MacAulay brother, eh?

- According to his birth certificate.

Later?

(soft guitar music)

(truck engine stops)

(soft guitar music)

(crowd chatter)

(window squeaking)

(woman singing) ♪♪ But there's no way to matter it at all ♪♪

- Thanks.

- ♪♪ The glasses that they shine upon, ♪

♪ Goes on and on, and on and on. ♪

♪ Forever, forever and beyond. ♪

♪ And all that I ask is that you need me ♪

♪ When I'm not with you. ♪

♪ Sit tight, I'm comin' love. ♪♪

(soft guitar music)

- By the Lord t'undering Jesus, b'y,

it's the hockey star himself.

Fuck, I can't believe my eyes. I'm not dreaming, am I?

You, ah, come for your physical?

- Noah.

- Why, listen, power's back on

in case you want to take a shower, do some laundry.

Glad you come home, Jordie.

Fuck, it's about damn time.

(footsteps on stairs)

What? You think I did all this myself?

Come here, sweetheart.

This stunner is my girl, Helen Rose. Helen Rose,

meet the most famous of the MacAulay brothers.

Jordie, he's the, ah, the middle guy.

- Hi.

- Hey. So what's this? I leave him alone

for a few years and he starts talking like a Newfie?

- One of his crew from last season was from Newfoundland.

- Fishing, Jordie. Not with the Newfs again this year though,

come, a, setting day I'll be fishing with Nicky.

On a French guy's boat, unfortunately.

Jean-Luc LeClair.

- Ya. You gonna start speaking the French, now?

- As if, smart ass.

- C'est Franglais? Je suis situ? - All right, all right.

Glad to see you've still got a little bit

of Mom's beloved Acadie in that rebel heart of yours, asshole.

I'm working with Dad, for now.

Gotta do something in the off season

to keep me out of trouble, right?

Nicky's there too. Dad's building.

- Yeah, building what? Hopes and dreams?

- Ah, no, he's building boats, Jordie.

Lobster boats. It's custom shit.

Really good shit too. You should see it.

He's not the same guy, Jordie. Cut him some slack, all right?

Oh, fuck. Ah, we're having brunch tomorrow.

Meet every Sunday at Nicky's, like clockwork. Starts at noon.

So, see you there?

I'll grab this for you. - Thank you.

- Jordie, longtemps pour voir.

Long time, no see, brother.

(soft guitar music)

- Ah, you've got to be kidding me.

TV's a little out of date, Mrs. Ferguson.

And why do you have so many pillows?

(distant car on gravel)

(soft string music)

(truck engine revving)

(soft string music)

(sticks clashing) (skates scraping)

- There'll be rules, Jordie.

- Huh. Oh. Surprise, surprise.

Shoot.

- No booze.

- Not gonna mess up.

- You don't have a choice.

- Or what? Captain.

Come on, tell me. I want to hear it

from my God-almighty, better-than-Jesus brother.

- Did you lose your memory, bro?

- That's funny, cause I, ah,

thought you were a big believer in second chances.

Working with the old man. Invite him over for brunch?

Jesus' sake.

- Yah, a big believer.

Helping a coward like you doesn't make me a believer.

Makes me a sucker.

- Where have you been?

Sam's been waiting all day for you to come.

- Oh, yeah? All right, Emma. Let's go.

Whoa.

So, ah, Mrs. Ferguson, she had a cat, right?

- Big one. Fat.

- Yup. Fluffy.

- And this cat, it's the kind you can actually touch, right?

- Dad told you the house was haunted, right?

- Yah. I haven't even seen the little furball.

- Not little furball. Big furball.

- All right.

Giv'er.

(glass breaking) - Oh shit!

- Sam, you just swore. Oh shit!

- Well, well.

The Ice Fox and the Ice Fox in training. Hard at work.

- Yeah, I can, ah, I can fix that.

- Good.

Hey, Emma. - Hi.

- Hi, Sam. - Hi.

- All right, guys, I think that's it for today.

Another time, 'kay?

- Okay. - 'Kay

- Don't worry about it.

- Yah, I guess we should have something to aim at, huh?

Uh, sorry about that.

Sam says you always let him practice here?

- No, thanks, Mr. MacAulay. I'm not in need of rescue.

- Aren't you?

She probably knows. You know that, right?

- Knows what?

- I saw you come home last night.

- Of course she knows. She's not blind.

- Right. Apparently just very obliging.

- I wouldn't know. That's her business.

- How was the gig last night?

- Should have come. Then you'd know.

Teammates were all there.

- I thought they had an away game.

- Illuminating how much you know about your new team.

- Yeah, well, I'm not sticking around.

This is just a temporary fix, that's all.

- Hey, hockey boy. Meet you out there in 10?

- My window. - 'Kay, yah.

- Unless you got other plans.

Watering your plants or something?

- Nope. - No other plans?

- Nope. No plants.

(soft guitar music)

(soft string music)

(soft string music)

- Wow.

- Hey! Heart be still, Hope's salvation has arrived.

- Yeah, I wouldn't say that.

- The Ice Fox haven't won a game in three weeks.

You'd think the town was in mourning.

- Take it hockey's not your thing, Noah.

- There are other ways to entertain oneself

on a cold winter's night.

- Yah, but doesn't your hand get tired?

- Doesn't have to work that hard.

- Bring a lunch? - What?

- Ever work a day job, kid?

- Ever think of minding your own business?

- That's alright, I'll, uh,

I'll save you my crusts, okay, Jordie?

Peanut butter all right with ya?

- Yeah. - Right.

Wait, let me show you around. So, ah, so as you can see,

we have the majority of the work done on it.

We actually mold the exterior in the warehouse over there

and then we transfer it back here

to do the finishing touches on it.

Do somewhere's around 10 boats a year, I'd say.

That's not including Dad's wooden masterpiece

he's working on.

Pretty rare these days to actually have

a wood-crafted boat.

But he's been working on it for a while.

So anyway, keep going on this way we have the lavatories

in here, I know that's a big thing for you. Uh...

- All hail the king, boys. Bow down.

- What, hey.

- Hey, who's the new guy?

- You might live to see the playoffs.

- God, I hate this pissant place.

- It's good to have you back, Jordie.

(upbeat drum music)

(loud thuds)

- Jesus! You scared the friggin' shit outta me!

- Oh. Sorry, post-practice practice.

- My heart's in my throat. Jesus.

- Again, I'm sorry.

You want me on my knees?

- Nicky might.

"Hope's New Hope," huh?

The headline in today's paper?

Do you ever like, listen to the news

or, I don't know, read a paper, maybe?

Oh, for God's sake.

- Think Nicky forgot to cancel

old Mrs. Ferguson's subscription.

Look, I didn't ask for headlines

in the local gossip rag.

If Nicky's got a problem with me, he can take it on the ice.

Now if you've got a problem with me, well then-

- I don't.

I mean, I don't.

- You, you don't know me.

So maybe you should reserve your judgement there, singer girl.

(loud thud)

- Ah, is that really necessary?

- Comin' to the game?

- I gotta play at the club that night. Gotta set up.

- So leave the game. Leave it early.

- I remember you from the Caps, you know.

The old days, junior hockey. The Western Capitals.

You remember me at all? From high school?

Not that your high and mighty ass

ever gave me the time of day, but, still.

- Yeah, yeah, you, ah, you hooked up with that, uh, Danny,

Danny, that Derek guy, right?

Hell, I thought you guys woulda

had like a boat load of rug rats by now.

- Hell, so did I.

(upbeat drum music)

(blowing)

- Introducing tonight's Ice Fox lineup.

Number 22, Mark Morrison. (crowd cheering)

Number 17, Nicky MacAulay. Number 21, James Harper.

Number 41, Lewis Maynard. Number 11, Mark Malcom.

Number Nine, Jordie MacAulay. And Number 79, Darcy Dell.

Introducing tonight's Century 21 lineup.

Number Nine, Dodge Stafford. Number 74, Craig Irving.

Number Four, Scot Richards.

(upbeat guitar and harmonica music)

(buzzer beeping) (cheering)

(soft music)

(beeping)

- Woah. Oh no.

(laughing)

(soft string music)

- So if you could be any bird

that flew up in the sky, which one would you be?

- I'd pick eagle.

- I know it's not a bird but I'd be a Pegasus.

- Your grandfather would just be a peg.

- Wow. (laughing)

- Yah, you're funny, Noah. Peg leg. Get it?

- Exactly. - Yah, right.

- Nicky, I...

- What?

What?

- No more. Okay? I can't.

I can't any more.

I shouldn't have, I can't.

- Your family, Nicky. Your kids.

And I don't know why, how...

Alice. I mean, Jesus, I live next door.

- My brother.

- (sighs) Jordie is not the problem here.

- The hell he's not.

There are things that you don't know, Abby.

- I know lots of things. I know what it's like to hurt.

I know what it's like to bury hurt.

No. Don't. Please.

(soft guitar music)

(upbeat guitar and drum music)

- Forgot to get jam. Damn.

- Hey, brunch, right?

- Sugar. Great.

Jordie, pour some juice, will you please?

And water. We need some water.

- Ah.

- That was Charlie, Abby's kid.

That Dalmatian, he took it everywhere.

- Not it, Dad, Chippy.

Dad made Chippy here the team mascot

so Charlie wouldn't be picked on anymore.

- (chuckles) - He sucked at hockey.

- Nicky, you coached Sam's hockey team?

- Until the parents tossed him.

Kids apparently learn better from coaches who actually speak.

- Ah Jesus, ah damn.

- Nicky, please.

- I watched out for Charlie. He was my friend.

- Charlie was Sam's best friend.

- They were like brothers.

(country music plays from an iPod)

- For God's sake, Nicky,

don't you have headphones for that thing?

- Excuse me.

- Whoowee. Game day, baby!

MacAulay brothers sailing down the ice together again.

Can life get any better? Huh?

- Sit, eat, before it gets cold.

- What is up with our uncle? (giggles)

- Thanks, man.

- Wow, this looks amazing.

- How's that one look?

- Nice, thank you.

- No buying fans.

- Sorry. I'm Daddy's fan. I'm cheering for Daddy.

(soft guitar music)

(laughing)

- What's so funny?

- You're adorable. - I like my Dad, he's awesome.

- Toast, anybody? - Yes, please. Thank you.

(soft guitar music)

(sanding)

- How's your day going, son?

- All right.

(upbeat guitar music)

(loud thud)

- Hey, we were just finishing up.

- It's fine. Continue.

- Sam broke his stick. Nicky's going to kill me.

- Yup.

- Hey, uh, your son, Charlie, he, uh, he played hockey?

Look, I, I don't have to bring the kids over here,

we can go find another spot to go slam pucks around.

- Where you gonna hide the rest of the kids, Jordie?

Let me try this.

- Aaah. Be careful with that.

(soft guitar music)

- Uh! - (chuckles)

Uh, you're going to break my stick.

- (laughs)

It was court ordered ...

Charlie going to his dad's the weekend ...

the weekend of the accident.

Custody agreement.

I just thought I'd, I'd send him like Derek wanted,

and I don't know, go out at night,

maybe see a movie, clean the house the next day,

just, you know, do my own shit for once.

Maybe write a new song.

And then I'd get Charlie all the next week

and the following weekend, and then ...

just a little short term missing him

for some long term peace with his dad, you know?

(loud thud)

(sniffs) I didn't get that peace.

I'll never get that peace.

Hell, some days,

I'm glad I remember how to tie my shoelaces.

- I'm really sorry, Abby.

You ever just think about leaving?

(geese honking)

- Leaving here'd be like leaving him.

(geese honking)

- Ghosts don't eat. They don't shit. Right?

- Hi, son.

- So are noodles on sale? How could we miss that one, Pop?

- That's a good one, Noah.

It's hilarious. I'm just here for cat food.

- Better get the weight loss kind. Cat's huge.

- Is he? Huh.

- See ya.

Ah, Jesus.

(grunts)

- Pop, I got the cane, I got the cane.

I got the cane. Just get in the car.

- All right. - In the car.

There you go? Got your foot in?

- Got it.

- (whistles)

You curious about that?

- Nah, I could care less.

- About the cane. The gimp leg.

Got a taste of his own medicine.

Courtesy of Mom's brother, Uncle Alfred.

Right after the funeral.

Nicky found him.

Outside his car, frozen to snow,

for the blood, you know?

- Nicky, always the hero.

- Thank fucking God.

Thank fucking God.

- Just can't get used to seeing him sober.

- Well, he's been sober ever since Mom die-

ever since, you know.

- Give the guy a fuckin' medal.

How the hell you'd end up so normal?

- Normal?

I don't think I'm normal.

But, ah, if I had to guess ... Mom.

Don't you remember all the bedtime stories

she used to tell us?

Unfiltered MacAulay version of fairy tales.

Talked about giant gingerbread houses

and fat little plump toddlers

eatin' doorknob gumdrops or some shit.

What the hell was that? - I don't know.

- Mom's stories made a hell of a lot more sense to me.

We were barely out of preschool and she's telling us,

"All booze is gonna get you, boys, is a lonely life,

or an early grave."

But, hey, I doubt she figured the early grave would be hers.

Let's do dinner, bud. Hey? Just us boys.

We'll have a steak, skip the beer.

Hell, I'll even lower myself to your level and talk hockey.

You and Nicky,

you guys used to live out of each other's pockets, you know?

I miss that old MacAulay magic.

Do it, bud.

Hey, look who came through. - Beauty.

- Aren't you full of surprises. - It's what we needed.

- Get your fix. - Black?

- Which is the one with two sugars? That one?

- Thanks, bro. - Thanks, Nicky.

- Yah. - We should...

- We're figuring things out, you know. Me and Nicky.

- My book, figuring out

usually has something to do with talking.

- We talk.

- Yeah? Same way you and Dad used to, right?

(upbeat guitar music)

(laughing)

- I didn't raise my kids. - Oh, please.

- Look at this guy, here. - Alrighty.

- Hey, look who's here.

Got your favorite spot, right by the window.

Fancy placemats we got here with all the advertisements.

Breaking down the front page of the New York Times or...

(surreal echoing laughter)

(surreal echoing metallic clanging)

(surreal echoing water pouring)

(surreal echoing laughter)

- Beers to start, fellas?

- Yeah, whatever's on tap.

- I-I'll have water. - Same here,

- Yeah, same.

- Need some menus for the meals, boys?

- Nope. I'm having me a steak. - How do you like it?

- Just tear me off a hunk of flesh as it runs by.

Bloody, thanks.

- That'd be rare. Baked or mashed?

- Thank you for enlightening me.

Rare it is. Baked with extra melted butter.

That's well-done butter.

I'm kidding, lighten up a little bit. Jesus Christ.

Pile on the fried onions too, if you don't mind.

Actually might as well make that four steaks,

all of them rare, am I right, boys?

- Yeah.

- All right. - All baked?

- Well it depends on how you look at it, sweetheart.

It, anyone, wanna?

- Ya. - Sure. Thank you.

- Medium rare on the steak for me.

- Light weight. - Same here.

- Jordie? You don't remember me.

Colleen. I used to give you my notes in biology.

- Hmm. Bet you did. That all you gave him?

- Noah.

- The night you boys won the Nationals,

you and me under the stars at the Cape Egmont lighthouse?

You back here now?

- Yah, just for a bit.

- With your family? - No. No family.

- Ouch, bro. - I meant no wife or kids.

No ball and chain.

- Well I get off at ten.

- Huh, what the fuck was that?

- So, how's Helen Rose doing?

- Well, it's like this, Pop,

I made two runs today for hot fudge milkshakes,

and one for dill pickle chips.

She made fried rice for dinner last night

for the third time in a row.

She's chain-smoking little chick flicks to the point

where I'm starting to develop a fuckin' lisp.

She's doing good. Me, I need a little bit of man talk,

which is why you boys are here.

It's-it's going well. We're, ah, we're mostly ready.

All that we need to do is put together the crib.

And, uh, turns out I'll have some extra time to do that.

- What do you mean?

- Well she doesn't want me fishing.

She's uh, she's freaking out over this kid, she's worried

that she'll deliver when I'm out on the water.

No sunrise starts to my day.

- Huh.

- But that puts LeClair down a guy.

- No. No way.

- Yeah, way. Why the hell not?

- You have a job.

- Yeah but, lobster fishing I'll make

a hell of a lot more, right, Nicky?

- Well, find your own boat, get your own dinghy.

- It's not your boat, it's LeClair's.

- The town's counting on you, son, they want the win.

- But hockey? Jesus, Dad. It's practically a beer league.

Half the players don't even show up.

As far as work at the shop goes, I mean,

you've got Noah for help, and there's plenty

of guys back from the oil patch that need work.

Me and Nicky will be back before you know it.

And I could really use the money.

Lobster boat fishing? I could eventually

get a mortgage and buy the Ferguson house.

I could even make it an annual thing like Nicky does.

You think LeClair would have me?

- Yeah. - He doesn't even know him.

- He'll have him. He's a fan of yours. Hockey.

- Thank God.

- Yeah, speaking of hockey, Sam broke his stick.

You might want to get him? - I'll get him a stick.

- Will you? You don't even know if he shoots left or right.

- What was I thinking? Man talk. No.

Nicholas Sparks for you, Noah. Fuck you.

- Hell, Nicky, when was the last time you

even picked up a stick with Sam and Emma?

- I'm too busy to play games. - Liar, that's all you do.

- You know, I don't have time for your bullshit.

- Yeah. You're too busy playing with your own stick.

- I'll show you what I can do with my goddamn stick!

- Sit down!

Christ, you got to air everything out in public?

I'm going to take a leak.

Oh for God's sake, give me a hand, will ya?

- Okay. Figure it out.

- You know why he lost it that night? The night Mom died?

Yeah, our good ol' Dad here.

She made the wrong cookies. He wanted peanut butter,

she made chocolate chip for you.

Always you. Everybody's fucking favorite, right? Always.

- Fuck this.

(knocking)

- Jordie?

- Do you ever think you'll be able to forgive Charlie's Dad?

- What? Oh. I mean, yah, I'm trying to.

- And yourself?

- I'm trying to.

How was dinner?

- Oh, great. Usual MacAulay magic.

(upbeat guitar music)

- ♪♪ Tell me what you're thinking ♪

♪ And I'll let it run through my mind. ♪

♪ Tell me what you're thinking ♪

♪ And I'll let it run through my mind. ♪

♪ Tell me what you're thinking ♪

♪ And I'll let it run through my mind. ♪

♪ We could be birds, panorama high. ♪

♪ We could be birds, ♪

♪ Panorama high. ♪

♪ Panorama high. ♪♪

(applause)

(gentle fiddle music)

- Let him go.

Abby, once and for all, just, just let him go.

(slow droning music)

(upbeat drum music)

(buzzer)

- Nicky! (whistle blowing)

(surreal echoing)

- I think you should take a little break, Nicky!

Sit out the next three games.

(fiddle music)

- Does it hurt?

- No, it's fine.

- So, playoffs, huh?

- Yah, yah.

- Thanks to you.

- (chuckles) Thanks to the team.

Maybe not Nicky so much.

- How was your rehearsal this morning?

- Fine.

- Ever think about doing something with your music?

I mean, you sing, you write. It's, it's mesmerizing.

- That's a pretty big word for a hockey player.

- Yeah, it is. Might even be as big as song-writing.

Let me count, um, one, two, three, four, five-

- They're the same length, hockey boy.

- Right.

- I have other things on my mind right now.

- Yeah. Forever?

- At what point do you suggest I forget I had a son?

- I, I didn't, um, I didn't mean that.

It's just, you need to move on with your life.

- I am moving on.

You know what? Fine. Your turn. You move on.

Start by helping your brother, Jordie.

- Nicky.

- Jordie, I'm scared for him.

- Do you know that me and Nicky, we played on the only team

from here that ever won the Nationals?

Memorial Cup. Me and Nicky.

- I know a lot of things about you and Nicky.

You'd be surprised what I know about you and Nicky.

- You're breaking his heart.

Yeah, I've never seen the damn thing.

It's a freakin' ghost.

(upbeat guitar music)

- Hey, mornin', sunshine.

- Mornin'.

Yeah, so, uh, 'bout this fishing gig.

Sounded great in theory but, uh, 4:30 in the morning?

I don't know why anyone

would want to get up for that, like ever.

- Sunrises, Jordie. You ever see one?

They come from that big orange blob in the sky.

- Not a fan of sunrises.

They come far too early in the morning for me.

- I don't know, fresh air, spray of the salty sea in your face.

Freedom of the open seas, arrr.

Listen, you signed on for this gig, all right?

LeClair know you haven't fished in years?

Those lobster dinghys roll, remember, boy?

Worse, you are gonna stink,

worse than a cab driver during a heat wave.

We're talking about fish guts here,

you know what I'm saying?

You don't lose that shit, clings to you like death.

- Yeah, Noah, I know.

I know what I got myself into. - Yeah?

- Fishing got me my first truck in high school.

- Shoulda kept on fishing.

(whistles) Jordie. Hold up, Jordie.

Got something for you.

- What's up? - Noah.

- What's this?

- It's a brand new hockey stick, what does it look like?

- Oh, great, for playoffs.

It's good 'cause I need a new hockey stick,

but, uh, looks a little small.

- Eh, perfect size for you.

Why don't you open it up, twinkle toes?

Yah, me and Pop have been working on it when you,

ah, been out on the ice.

Figure it will come in handy for ya.

- Yeah, read the inscription.

- Draw me not without reason. Sheath me not without honor.

- You, uh, wrap it around your waist when you're fishing.

Keeps the bejesus north wind from blowing down your oilskins

freezing off your little mushroom pecker.

- Great 'cause might actually need that again some day.

- Yah, I get off in ten minutes. (laughs)

Hey, I'm so sorry.

Hey, try the apple before you use that on me, okay?

It's a little sharp, be careful. - Yah, she's sharp.

(tapping)

- There. Done. Finally.

- Did you get yours done okay, Emma?

- Mom, why is Daddy's truck parked in Abby's driveway?

Mom?

(soft guitar music)

(Dark Dream Midnight by Catherine MacLellan plays)

♪♪ I am blue healing water, rain ♪

♪ I am forward moving river, I am sky on cloudless day ♪

♪ I am ocean large mysterious, I am eyes searching ♪

♪ I am calm and endless blue ♪♪

- No. Not you. Not you!

♪♪ Have you heard the words I'm saying ♪

♪ Have you listened to your heart ♪

♪ Know that within the stillness ♪

♪ Nothing can pull us apart ♪

♪ It is love I'm conveying, oh mother of light ♪

♪ When you fear that there is nothing ♪

♪ I am the only thing in sight. ♪

♪ I am red passion flowing, I am anger justified ♪

♪ I am fires of creation, I am roses still outside ♪

♪ I am love always going, I am red wine ♪

♪ Dancing woman, fiery song of lust... ♪♪

- Come on, Easter Bunny, where are you?

I'm still waiting.

Can't just sit here all night, you know.

(soft guitar music)

- Daddy, if the Easter Bunny had a boat,

I think it would be purple.

Yup, purple.

With gold and silver sparkles.

Daddy, do you think it would have sparkles?

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Easter Bunny.

(seagulls cawing) (waves crashing)

- Great. - That'll do 'er boys.

Have a good game. - 'Kay, yah.

- Not too good though, got an early start in the morning.

- Right.

(slow droning music)

(upbeat drum music)

(crowd chatter)

(whirring)

- You seen Nicky?

- Yah, we loaded a boat full of traps earlier this morning.

He's probably just resting up. He'll be here.

- You can always count on Nicky.

- Yeah.

- You forget the way, MacAuley? - You gotta be kidding me.

- Nicky, you're late, get suited up.

- It's just nerves, man. A lot riding on this game.

- This ain't the NHL, Jordie.

You said it yourself, it's some beer league.

(crowd chatter)

(cheering)

(upbeat drum music)

(cheering)

(puck slams into boards)

(buzzer)

(heavy breathing)

(sticks clashing) (skates scraping)

- All right, you animals. You want to lose this game?

(surreal echoing) We're two periods away from playoffs.

(skates scraping)

(cheering)

(cheering)

(buzzer)

- Fuck, Nicky. What the hell's your problem?

- You fucking hot shot, I'm sick of you.

- You're out of your fuckin' mind.

- I'm outta my mind? I'm outta my mind?

- What do you want from me, man?

- I think you know, 'kay, you know.

- I didn't kill Mom.

It's not my fault. I was just a kid.

- I was there, Jordie. I was there.

(soft guitar music)

- You want to know what problems I have with ya?

'Cause I got a lot a problems with ya.

I had your back.

I woulda helped ya!

But you left us. Me. And Noah. You left me!

I had to do it all. Our Dad. Noah.

The blood.

Then you come back and you shit on me.

They spit on him, you know.

They smashed his knee with a fuckin' baseball bat.

Once a drunk, always a drunk. Right?

Once a wife killer, always a wife killer.

Even though they were wrong.

Even though they were wrong.

It was your fault Mom died!

- Nicky! - Jesus!

- Get outta here. Go back to your kids.

(truck starts and drives off)

- Don't. Just go.

Just go.

- Your mother?

- My dad, fucking martyr?

He used to drag her, and us around by the hair.

Dunk our heads into toilets

before we were old enough to even talk.

And now he's a fucking martyr?

He went after her one night.

So I got in the middle.

And he came after me.

So I, uh, and she...

- It was an accident.

- You think any of that matters?

Nothing. Nothing, since the night my mom died,

nothing's mattered.

(truck engine revving)

- Honor. You know what would have been honorable?

Flying out west to see me play, that woulda been honorable.

Or, hell, you coulda sent me a fuckin' birthday card just once.

Just once.

Mom woulda liked that.

I know you're sorry.

You know how I know?

Because you loved her too ...

Mom.

Despite it all, you loved her too.

(haunting music plays)

(Home by Nathan Whiley plays)

♪♪ When I was a boy, I had everything ♪

♪ I had silver and gold ♪

♪ I sailed ships with the cowboys ♪

♪ And I'd never grow old ♪

♪ And my father was strong ♪

♪ And my mother was young ♪

♪ Fell asleep in the backseat ♪

♪ 'Til we got home ♪

♪ Pick me up, take me back ♪

♪ where I belong ♪

♪ Cause I don't know, anymore ♪

♪ I want to go home ♪

♪ And the sea was my country ♪

♪ And the fields were my den ♪

♪ And I'd sail a thousand ships ♪

♪ To get back again ♪

♪ Tell me when did I grow old ♪

♪ Tell me where can I go... ♪♪

- Hey. Don't kick the rope, it's going to tangle.

(gagging) (coughing)

- How's your brother doin'?

(splash)

- Uh! (splash)

- LeClair!

- Pull!

(gasping)

- Jordie. - Nicky.

- Jordie. - Give me the knife.

- Hang on.

- Okay. - I got it.

- Jordie!

- Get up! Get up! Get up!

- Get me a knife. Get me a knife!

Hang on, Jordie. Jordie!

(gasping)

- Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

(soft guitar music)

(ambulance siren)

(Atlantic Blue by Ron Hynes plays)

♪♪ What colour is a heartache, ♪♪

- Where do you think that's going?

♪♪ From a love lost at sea? ♪

♪ What shade of memory never fades ♪

♪ But lingers to eternity? ♪

♪ And how dark is the light of day ♪

♪ That sleepless eyes of mine survey? ♪

♪ Is that you, Atlantic Blue? ♪

♪ My heart is as cold as you. ♪

♪ How is one heart chosen to never lie at peace? ♪

♪ How many moments remain? ♪

♪ Is there not one sweet release? ♪

♪ And who's the stranger at my door, ♪

♪ To haunt my dreams forever more? ♪

♪ Is that you, Atlantic Blue? ♪

♪ My heart is as cold as you. ♪

♪ As you. ♪

♪ I lie awake in the morning, as waves wash on the sand, ♪

♪ I hold my hurt at bay, ♪

♪ I hold the lives of his children in my hands. ♪

♪ And whose plea will receive no answer? ♪

♪ Whose cry is lost upon the wind? ♪

♪ Who's the voice so familiar, ♪

♪ Whispers my name as the night comes in? ♪

♪ And whose wish never fails to find. ♪♪

- I left the key in the kitchen.

- No, you don't get to go.

You don't get to leave. Where ya gonna go? Huh?

Where ya gonna run to, ya little runt? Huh?

- Why, Alice? Why do you care all of a sudden?

Why do you give a sweet shit about me now?

- I don't. I don't care about you.

- Alice, I don't want to be here anymore.

I hate this goddamn place.

I've got no place. No place I belong.

I've got nothing.

- This whole town has grown to love you.

You ever figure out why?

- Because I chase some stupid rubber puck

around some frozen water.

- No! Because you give them something to believe in.

- It's just a game.

I'm ... it's nothing.

(soft guitar music)

Don't forget to feed that goddamn cat.

(intense guitar music)

Hockey rinks ... are like Catholic churches,

pretty much the same wherever you land.

- This place.

This place.

We knew this place better than anyone.

On the ice. In the stands.

(soft string music)

It was ours.

We'd even watch figure skating.

Eating red licorice.

And those box caramel toffees.

Oh, this place.

This was our place.

Our place to hide from him.

He'd come lookin' for us.

Always drunk.

Always mad.

We weren't on this ice.

We'd hide.

You and me.

In the penalty box.

Or hunkered in those stands playin',

playin' musketeers.

We were invincible and free.

We wouldn't go home until Mom sent Noah out to look for us.

Until it was safe.

Safe for us to go home, Jordie.

He still needs us, you know.

Noah.

He's still just a kid.

- You shoulda just...

you shoulda just let me go.

- I should have done more,

Jordie, I should have gone after you.

I think maybe it's too late for me and Alice.

I got a feeling she's ready to kick me out.

Can't be the man that she needs me to be,

the right kind of husband, the right kind of father.

Hell, I can't be much of anything these days.

- You know, myself and a wise friend of mine would give

just about anything, anything to have what you have.

- A wise friend?

- Abby.

You know, she's worth fighting for,

your wife.

- You still got those?

- Hell ya. From Mom.

The night we won the memorial cup.

- I still got mine too.

(truck doesn't start)

- Seriously! Still?

- Look, she, ah, she's kinda grown on me,

once you get used to her mood swings and everything.

Uh, she just kind of a ...

All right. All right, have at her.

Show me that magic touch you've got.

That's it?

- That's it. - Ya?

We'll see about that, brother.

(truck starts)

(upbeat music starts)

(Take Me To The Water by Irith Mythen plays)

(cat meows)

♪♪ Will you take me to the water, ♪

♪ Will you wash me clean? ♪

♪ Will you promise when you're finished ♪

♪ That I won't feel the same ♪

♪ Cause I'm tired of chasing shadows ♪

♪ That can only darken my night ♪

♪ Ease me down, now, into the water ♪

♪ Wash me clean tonight ♪

♪ Hold me close, now, against your body ♪

♪ Oh make me believe I am the one ♪

♪ And I promise to hang up my six string ♪

♪ Cause all my travelling is done ♪

♪ Hold me close, now, against your body ♪

♪ Oh make me believe I am the one ♪

♪ And I promise to hang up some memories ♪

♪ Cause all my travelling is done ♪

♪ I rest softly in your arms now ♪

♪ I no longer need to be alone ♪

♪ For your water cleanses my worries ♪

♪ And it's here with you I am home ♪

♪ So will you take me, take me to the water ♪

♪ Oh will you wash me clean ♪

♪ Will you promise when you're finished ♪

♪ That I won't feel the same, I don't wanna feel the same ♪

♪ I no longer feel the same. ♪♪

(Blood and Salt Water by Lennie Gallant plays)

♪♪ Now you take the wheel, bring us all home ♪

♪ And we'll have a drink over grandfather's bones ♪

♪ Blood and salt water ♪

♪ Spirits of old ♪

♪ Something familiar stirs in my soul ♪

♪ Blood and salt water ♪

♪ I can still hear ♪

♪ The song you were singing ♪

♪ Bout' why we are here. ♪♪

(crashing waves) (seagulls calling)