All language subtitles for Still.the.Water.2020.HDRip.XviD.AC3-EVO

Take it all off, whooo!

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.

Come on.

Mrs. Ferguson, I presume.
Hello.

Whoops.

Breakfast is served.

Come here, ya damned cat.

What did I do to you?

Let's see if this works.

Go.

Nothing.

I don't know what it is.

Hey, Nicky.

Abby.

Try that.

All right.

Thanks.

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

So that was the long lost
MacAulay brother, eh?

According to his
birth certificate.

Later?

♪♪ 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. ♪♪

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Introducing tonight's
Ice Fox lineup.

Number 22, Mark Morrison.

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.

Woah. Oh no.

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.

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.

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.

Forgot to get jam. Damn.

Hey, brunch, right?

Sugar. Great.

Jordie, pour some juice,
will you please?

And water.
We need some water.
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.

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.

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?

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.

What's so funny?

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

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

How's your day going, son?

All right.

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.

Uh!

Uh, you're going
to break my stick.

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?

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?

Leaving here'd
be like leaving him.

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.

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.

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?

- 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...

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.

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.

♪♪ 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. ♪♪

Let him go.

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

Nicky!

I think you should take
a little break, Nicky!

Sit out the next three games.

Does it hurt?

No, it's fine.

So, playoffs, huh?

Yah, yah.

Thanks to you.

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.

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.

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.

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.

There. Done. Finally.

Did you get yours done
okay, Emma?

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

Mom?

No. Not you. Not you!

Come on, Easter Bunny,
where are you?

I'm still waiting.

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

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.

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

- Have a good game.
- 'Kay, yah.

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

Right.

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.

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

We're two
periods away from playoffs.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

How's your brother doin'?

Uh!

LeClair!

Pull!

- 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!

Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Where do you think
that's going?

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.

Don't forget to feed
that goddamn cat.

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.

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.

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.