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(rhythmic music)

(engine rumbling)

(loader beeping)

(whirring, thudding)

(Neevee): Cargo! My cargo's here!

Come on. All hands on deck.

(energetic music)

What's happening?

(Siaja exhales)

How are beads this heavy? (exhales)

I think that's everything.

(exhales)

I didn't think it would all fit.

The store merch, or me and Bun?

Sorry, is the cheapest room in town

not spacious enough for you?

Fine, then I guess I'll just

park our my way back to bed.

-Hey, Nana! I'm gonna ju... Oof! -(crashing)

Oh my God, Bun.

Oh, what's in this box?

(energetic music)

(dog barking)

♪ Eema ma ma ma ♪

(barking)

Hey, can I make it interesting?

Five bucks says she's top 250 on the public housing list.

(Millie): Oh, she's gotta be higher than 280.

-304! -(Colin mutters)

I'm never gonna get out of my mom's house at this rate.

I'm still holding tight at 247.

At least you didn't drop.

I know, but half the town's on the waiting list.

I've been on it for two years. (laptop dings)

Ah, mandatory first aid in ten minutes.

Helen's been weirdly excited.

That's because her old heartthrob,

Mitchell Kowalski,

is our first aid instructor this year.

What? I can't not... look up Mitchell... Kowalski?

(Millie): Yeah.

-Okay. -Dude looks hardcore.

Originally from Manitoba, based in Iqaluit...

Currently on the public housing board.

That's, like, the holy grail of who to know.

Huh.

(eerie music building)

(rhythmic music)

(Colin): Wait! Why... why are we running?

(grunting)

(panting) (Mitchell) One. Two.

Three. Four. Five.

Looks like he's trying to get the air pregnant.

He's kinda hot, but in like a...

I hate myself kinda way.

This is our shot to move up the list, Mil.

Maybe we can both get houses out of this.

So we're flirting our way up the housing list.

-I love that for us. -Let's call it...

subtle networking.

I'm more of a sledgehammer.

Yeah, but let's work together on this.

And before you judge, we all know

it's the housing Hunger Games out there,

and I'm done waiting.

Strong, independent women don't live in storage rooms.

I'm just here for first aid.

(Mitchell): 17.18.

The man's still got it.

(Siaja): So the rumours are true.

Well, let's just say in a previous life,

that monument to masculinity put me through a mattress.

(Mitchell): 60, 70... All right, recruits,

it's 0900 hours.

Code blue, line up.

Isn't code blue for heart attacks?

Let's move.

(wind blowing gently)

(light suspenseful music)

(sighs)

(exhales)

(knocking at door)

-What? -I've been worried about you.

You're not answering your texts.

-Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm... -What's with the sunglasses?

This is hotel cooking hacks,

part three: boiling eggs in a kettle.

So today, we're going for that perfect

-soft medium consistency... -Yeah.

(whispering): Grab your coat. We got the sauna warming up.

Full boil before you place the egg in. Kuuk?

I'll see you later.

(Neevee): How's it looking?

So is that everything?

Yeah, for now.

Let's see how this goes.

You told the stitch and bitchers about all the new stock, right?

I did. And they were pumped!

They said they'd come by before the sewing circle today.

So where the hell are they?

-(Neevee sighs) -Maybe they forgot?

(crow caws)

Uh, how much of this

did you put on your card again?

(playful music)

(sighs)

(Mitchell): Listen up, cadets! The name is Mitch,

but people call me Military Mitch.

I work for the search and rescue operations,

and I also moonlight as a first aid instructor.

Now, what I teach is not the normal training.

We start here with simple exercises,

and then I see what you're really made of

when you're out in the elements.

Helen.

-Mitchell. -You've kept... firm.

-(chuckles) -Ugh...

-Okay, I have one golden rule. -You first, then them.

You know that, "Put your own masks on first" thing?

That was mine! And then the airlines

stole it from me. Very uncool.

Let's get this show on the road.

Move! (Colin): Oh!

(indistinct chatter)

Hi! Um... I'm Siaja, a single mom, first aid nerd.

I just wanted to say

how much I love your me-first philosophy.

My mom, who I live with, actually.

Tough situation.

She swears by the model, but I never got it

until you explained it. (Siaja chuckles)

Well, I guess it's all about the delivery.

-Mmm. Mmm. -Now I wanna ask you,

how do you say "bugs" in Inuktut again?

- Kumaks? - Kumaks.

Okay, you kumaks,

it's time to tie some tourniquets

like your life depended on it. It may!

I think we need to approach this

with a little more... confidence.

No! This'll work.

(speaking Inuktut)

Said it was "gently used."

Yeah! That thing's cut more meat that he has.

(all laughing)

So this is where everybody's been hanging out.

You know, funny thing is, is that I've got this

whole new sewing section.

But no customers. Anybody know why?

Nobody wants a haunted parka, Neevee.

(mumbling in agreement)

(unsettling music)

You started a rumour that my store's haunted?

Not a rumour... but a concern.

Jesus. Fine. You win.

What do you wanna do? And don't say...

-A blessing. -Dammit, Elisapee.

Can't we do something, like...

you know, a little more ours?

Before the church stuff, what did we do?

They made sure all the shamans are gone.

(indistinct mumbling)

Guess there's only Jesus left.

I really need lace and bias tape.

Do the blessing, Neevee.

(all): Do the blessing.

I'll bring the holy water.

Over my dead body.

(all gasp)

(upbeat music)

One Mittimatalik,

two Mittimatalik, three Mittimatalik...

(Millie): He's kinda cute. Can I keep him?

(Millie laughs)

(indistinct background chatter)

-What happened to subtle? -Subtle was your plan.

All I did was I ask to keep the dummy.

Meet Chad, my new dress form.

(dummy squeaks)

Oh, and I told him how grateful I was

for the refresher course.

You never know when you're gonna need it,

you know, living with so many people.

So what, you're squeezing me out?

I'm not killing my only chance at housing with a bad plan.

Men like Mitch don't just give out two houses in one go.

-We gotta be smart! -Mitch wears camo

in the Arctic. He wants strength. Confidence.

Fine. I guess we're gonna each go solo, then.

You do bold, I'll do heartstrings.

And we'll see who comes out on top.

Men in camo love playing hero.

"Oh, look at me, I'm a walking rescue mission,

desperate single mom drowning in dreams."

I'm desperate too.

I live with an endless rotation of cousins.

-Your own oxygen mask first. -May the best woman win.

Spoiler alert...

(dummy squeaks) It'll be me.

(tense percussive music)

(kissing sounds)

(boxing bell rings)

(choking)

Me first?

Uh-oh...

(electropop music)

Mitch, is this... Is this right?

I don't know what I'm doing.

(music stops abruptly)

-Not too bad. -(Colin coughs)

(music resumes)

(coughing)

Textbook. That's how you do it.

(♪)

(boxing bell rings)

-This feels... -just like my life right now.

Unravelled.

(♪)

Where did you learn how to do that?

A good Inuk woman knows

how to do anything with mitts on.

(boxing bell rings)

-Great, Millie. -Strong and stable. Good job.

Thank you.

Dude, Alexis would love it in here.

She's cold, like... literally all the time.

How are things?

I mean, with you and Alexis?

If I'm being honest, I...

I think she's... you know, still trying to figure out

why we're still up here, you know?

And, uh... yeah. I guess I am now... too.

I don't think she pictured us staying this long.

-You talk to her about that? -Hmm...

Buddy, come on, you gotta keep that line open.

I mean, not talking only leads to miscommunication.

Which leads to anger, which leads to resentment,

which leads to bitterness,

which leads to a daily dose of...

Wait, are we... still talking about me right now?

Sorry, it's this, the heat, man.

It just... Ugh! Gets things out of me.

Yeah. You know, maybe we should cool it down.

Or we could... heat things up.

(light music)

(Alistair exhales) Ah!

-Ah... -Excellent.

(both exhale)

Hmm...

Mm!

(clears throat)

-So. What's his deal? -What do you mean?

You guys have history, which is...

It was a fling, Siaja,

but boy, did I get flung.

It was a Heimlich maneuver

that lasted three days.

And... I wasn't choking on a grape,

if you know what I mean.

I was gonna say none of my business.

Anyway, he's on the public housing board.

Oh. I see.

I didn't know you had a, "cheat the system"

bone in your body.

Listen, Mitchell doesn't do pity.

Show him your dom side,

and you'll have him panting on the floor.

-Gear up, recruits! -Warmup's over.

Now we go to the land.

(chuckling)

-All right, everybody. -You heard him.

You're the boss.

(motors revving)

Welcome to the real world.

Today's exercise is about instincts.

How do you handle yourself when your resources are limited?

Depends who's giving the orders.

Huh?

Scenario. Plane crash.

Your charter from Greenland just went down.

Debris everywhere!

You? You've got a punctured lung.

You? Carotid bleed. You?

Brutally impaled. You? Broken back.

You? You've been decapitated. (Helen groans)

Five injuries, one kit. Walk me through it.

(hip-hop music)

-Okay. I'm taking point. -You listen to me,

-we make it out of this alive. -Carotid!

(meekly): Ouch, my lungs...

(grunting)

I can't feel my legs!

I'm pretty sure I'm dead.

-Hmm. -Okay, so we triage...

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

-Every man for themselves! -(both grunting)

Ugh, that tyrant in orthopedic inserts

is holding my store hostage.

Elisapee's been trying to bless this place

since you moved in. You could just let her.

What, and let her win?

You think you're winning now?

You're gonna let one person's beliefs

prevent everybody else from coming here?

That sewing circle is never gonna stand up

to Elisapee. (Neevee sighs)

But do I really have to let God in?

Ugh!

-Give it to me, it's mine! -No it's not, it's mine!

You can't just come over here and steal other people's things!

You're not the only one on this exploded plane!

You guys are really into first aid.

Give it to me or I'll bleed out!

-I've been impaled! -We've got some fight here.

-Get off me, I need a house! -No, I need a house!

(splashing)

-Oh God, Mitchell! -(Mitchell yelling)

(Jeffrey): Our safety guy!

-Ruh-roh. -(Mitchell yelling)

(Mitchell): Who put a fishing hole here?!

(Helen): We've gotta get him out of there!

-Fish bait... -Oh no, it's bad.

(overlapping background chatter)

Pull on three. One, two...

(groaning)

God, his legs are soaked.

I think I pulled something.

Don't worry, hypothermia will numb it soon enough.

We need to get his wet clothes off.

I'm starting to feel warmer.

Can anyone tell me what that means?

-You're feeling better? -I can't get signal.

Pick-up's not for another two hours!

(Helen): Oh great. He'll be dead in two hours.

-I have an idea. -It's closer than town,

and way warmer.

(rhythmic music)

You think we have time to go fishing first?

Well, if... I was Neevee, if I was just sitting right...

-What would you say to her? -I don't...

Come on! Come on.

I... I guess. Okay.

Neevee,

every time I see Siaja and Bun,

I can't help but, you know... think about what I have missed.

(gentle music)

Sometimes, you know,

I blame you for that.

But then I feel guilty, because now I know why you...

did it.

(whispering): But I lost something too.

How'd that feel?

Maybe we should take a break, you know?

Before I start opening up about my parents' divorce.

They made me choose, man.

(rhythmic music)

(Mitchell): How much longer? This is taking forever.

(Siaja): We're almost there.

Uh, hey. Why don't you let us take a turn?

Hey. About what you just said back there.

I get it.

I've been on the housing list nine years.

But if either of you ever need a place to stay,

you can crash with me.

At the dump. Best view in town.

(gentle music)

Are we dicks?

The biggest.

-I'm sorry, Millie. I... -I don't know what came over me.

Me too. I usually save that level of crazy

for karaoke night. (chuckles)

Leaving Ting was supposed to make my life better.

I didn't know it would be this hard for this long.

Come on, this isn't The Sisterhood

of the Traveling Pants!

It's The Revenant!

Can we get moving, please?! (Siaja): Sorry.

(Colin): I never saw The Revenant.

Is that a good movie? (Mitchell): That's better.

We're moving again. I can't even feel my feet!

(upbeat music)

May this place be blessed and cleansed

of heathen energy in Your name.

May this place be blessed in Thy name.

Amen.

There.

The store is blessed.

Ghosts are evicted.

You did such a good job. Yuck!

-Now it's blessed. -My work here is done.

(door opens, bell rings)

Oh. You'll host

the sewing circle here next week.

I'll tell the women to buy lots of stuff.

(Elisapee): Hallelujah!

Neevee's place is finally cleansed!

-(distant cheering) -That... was big of you.

-And this... -is gonna be small of me.

(funky music)

(speaking Inuktut)

I'm purging the church spirit with my heathen titties.

Now give me a hand, come on.

-(laughter) -You know you're crazy, right?

-Yeah, I'm cra-zy! -(Eva laughs)

(church music plays)

But open for business. (chattering in Inuktut)

(bell on door ringing)

(both shivering)

(breathing deeply)

-Hey, I, uh... -I get it, you know?

What you were... you were meaning by missing out.

-I get it. -Yeah?

Yeah. My parents, they, uh...

You know, they fought for the land and the language,

but... They did it from Ottawa, you know?

I grew up watching them fight for a place I barely knew.

You know? And if this was about work,

I could go back, easily. But, you know,

I don't want another job.

I want to feel like I actually belong somewhere.

Well... yeah.

-Like you. Like... -Like, how did you know

this was it? That you were... you were here to stay?

-(exhales) -Easy, you know, when I...

When I met Siaja and Bun.

I mean, after that, I knew that I couldn't go it alone anymore.

Hmm.

You'll know it too when you find it.

You will. Yeah. (footsteps approaching)

(Siaja breathing heavily)

(Siaja gasps)

Hi.

-Hi. You okay? -Uh, we will be.

You got room in here for some more bodies?

(both): Yeah. Yeah.

-Ah... -(Mitchell): Scenario.

Two recruits almost kill me,

and then they save me.

Which just proves my point that survival starts with you.

Okay?

Why don't you phone me this week?

We'll talk about housing.

-Talk to Jeffrey. -Yeah.

His situation's priority.

I'm good. No rush.

But you should talk to my cousin, Bernice.

She's got nine kids, sleeps in a furnace room.

Throw her a bone.

Actually, she has 10 kids, but this one guy bites,

-so we don't count him. -Yeah. Honestly, fair.

The point is, we don't want to skip the line.

But if you throw away an advantage,

that's not survival. That's bad instincts.

My instincts are fine.

Survival up here isn't about stepping over people.

It's about stepping up and working together.

Yeah. And why are you wearing camo in the Arctic?

-It's tactical! -(all laughing)

(Jeffrey): He started in the jungle

and got super lost.

(♪ Don't Delete the Kisses ♪ (by Wolf Alice)

(snowmobile revving)

(Siaja): Hey, wait, slow down.

(snowmobile idling)

Check it out! For rent.

I've always loved this house.

-Same. A roof, a window. -It's got everything.

-Can you imagine living here? -Private market?

-Way out of my budget. -Me too.

But...

maybe not way out of... our budget?

Better than waiting on a public housing miracle.

(electropop music continues)

♪ ...were meant to be in love ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ I see the signs ♪

♪ Of a lifetime ♪

♪ You till I die ♪

Subtitling: Difuze