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Fog-drenched smugglers prowl the slate-black waters between Dover and Calais, trafficking contraband diamonds inside hollowed-out Bibles while a war-shocked wireless operator, his pupils still flickering with the strobe of artillery, intercepts coded whistles that sound like lullabies from the deep. Robert Gray’s haunted face, half silvered by moonlit nitrate, belongs to a man who has swapped trenches for tide charts, convinced every wave hides a German U-boat’s metallic sigh. Jack Mulhall’s customs agent, all crisp collar and clenched jaw, boards listing trawlers with the curt grace of a ballroom dancer, yet secretes a ledger of bribes inked in sympathetic blood. Between them glides Louise Lorraine’s café chanteuse, her voice a cracked gramophone record spinning tales of Algerian tobacco and missing husbands, her silk gloves concealing reefers of morphine earmarked for the gentry. James Wang’s Cantonese stowaway, branded an alien in two empires, navigates salt-stung racism by reciting London’s seafaring yarns back to their author, turning pulp into prayer. John Wallace’s Reverend, collar askew, preaches redemption while laundering gem profits through candlestick collections, his chapel a lantern for the damned. When a customs cutter’s searchlight scalds the night, allegiances shear like wet parchment; bullets ricochet off iron hulls with the tinny percussion of a broken toy, and the Channel itself—ancient, implacable—swallows confessions whole. The film ends not with victory but with a long shot of a lifeboat adrift, its occupants mute, their diamonds long dissolved into brine, only the faint echo of a hymn threading the mist.
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