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♪ Life could be a dream Life could be a dream ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do, sh-boom ♪

♪ Life could be a dream ♪

♪ If I could take you up in paradise up above ♪

I'm fighting the urge to tell all of these people

to get out of my future house.

A working dishwasher.

And three whole bedrooms!

I know! One for me, one for you, one for...

-One for me? -I was going to say Bun.

Yeah, that makes way more sense.

Applications are here.

Interviews start in a few days.

And I can spot a liar from a mile away,

so don't even try.

Back off!

♪ If you would let me spend my whole life lovin' you ♪

Let's do this!

Holy shit.

-What? -No, really. Holy shit.

I think I just found your sister.

-Holy shit. -What?

Come.

It is her, it has to be.

I set an RSS alert

for "Olivia Jensen", "Inuit" and "Canada".

Nothing came up until now.

I can't believe it worked.

Wow. She even looks like me.

Let's see it, okay. Um.

Newcomer to the Canadian art scene.

She's 30 years old,

she's a painter and a sculptor, that's cool.

And there's a gallery opening

and a Q&A on Friday in Toronto!

-Should I message her? -On the DNA site?

-I thought you already did that. -I did.

As my mom. And she left it on read.

Okay, alright, well,

we need a new plan.

You go to the Q&A.

What? No, that's insane.

She's clearly not ready for that.

Then at least bring her your mom's birthday cards.

That'll open a door.

-But you'd have to fly today. -Yeah.

What about our house?

What about the ball? It's in two weeks.

This could be your only chance to meet her, Siaja.

-And we've got your back. -Totally.

I was born to lie to Helen. We'll take care of the ball.

And I'll take care

of the house interview, don't worry about it.

Please, let us help!

Okay. For my mom.

For your mom. Siaja.

I love you guys.

-I love you. -Love you.

Just FYI, we don't allow cults.

That's a weird thing to say.

♪ Maybe I'm not sure ♪

♪ I wanna go on ♪

♪ I wanna go on at all ♪

Hi, baby. Mom?

Shower.

Okay.

It'll only be three nights, I'll barely be gone.

And Gramma Geela can't wait for you to sleep over.

You moving into your emerald green house already?

No! I'm just going to Toronto

to meet with some artists for the winter ball.

Today?

Uh, yeah. I know you've been really busy

with the store, so I asked Geela

if she can watch Bun.

Could you help her pack a bag?

Sure. Bun, come on.

Don't wear your fur, they might throw paint on you.

♪ So high up, got my chin up ♪

♪ I don't care if I ever come down ♪

♪ I don't care if I ever come down ♪

-Hey. -How were your flights?

Long. Didn't make my connection,

had to overnight in Ottawa, luggage is missing.

But I'm here.

Did you find my yellow binder?

-Hell yeah. -Look at this!

It weighs more than my baby cousin.

Page 18, supply list, colour-coded by urgency...

Don't worry, we've got all of that.

Helen thinks you're home with a raging UTI, by the way.

The plan was a fever.

Caused by your raging UTI.

Um, so what are you going to do now?

Stake out the gallery and figure out how

to get these birthday cards my mom wrote to Olivia.

She still hasn't responded on the DNA site

so I don't want to scare her.

Yeah, maybe don't open with who you are,

it might freak her out.

Watch out!

Guys, I almost just died.

Remember, the big city,

it'll kill you if you're not paying attention.

Okay...

Need a hand?

Uh, no. I got it.

Okay. I just came to drop this back around, Bun must've...

-Oh, shit! -Woah!

Yeah, maybe I could use a hand.

Uh...

Got a hammer?

-Yeah. -Alright.

A shot of whisky, please.

Coming right up.

Anything else for you?

Actually, yeah. I'll have one too.

You got it, Olivia.

Oh, oh, jeez.

Are you okay?

Sorry, it's uh... long day.

Same. I'm setting up for a gallery opening

across the street.

My curator asked me to take a walk.

Apparently, I was micromanaging.

Well, I...

I missed a flight, lost my luggage

and spilled coffee all over myself.

I'm Olivia.

I'm...

Simone.

So are you passing through or hiding out?

-Passing through. -To passing through.

To unexpected detours.

Huh.

Not bad. Looks strong.

Well, it's amazing what wall anchors will do.

Hey, calm down. I helped.

Yeah, well, you always did

have your own way of doing things.

-Bonjour. -Oh, hi.

Hey, you.

So, I went for a walk to clear my head.

Trying to figure out the ending to my book.

And I got so far away.

And then I saw your truck.

Any chance I could bum a ride back to my hotel?

-I mean, only if you're free. -Uh, sure.

-Are we done? -Yep.

You're a godsend.

The store looks fantastic.

Mm-hmm.

-I'm ready to pay. -One sec.

I can't tell a short story for the life of me.

It always turns into a saga!

Yes! I love a saga!

Short stories are so...

they're so suspicious!

It's like, give me everything.

Start with the weather,

-set the scene! -Yeah!

You're funny.

I can't believe how much we have in common.

Hey, are you, are you Inuit?

Sorry, I don't mean to pry...

No! No, it's okay. I'm...

Mohawk from... like...

I knew it,

I knew you were Indigenous!

I'm half Inuit, but I grew up down here

so I'm still figuring that part out.

That's so brave.

I really hope you have someone

that can take that walk with you.

-Okay. You know what? -Let's get out of here.

I know a place so much more fun than this.

But first, we have to get you some clean clothes.

Come on!

I can't believe you have a kid!

Honestly, it's kind of weird I don't have more.

Oh, uh...

That's Haishi, my assistant.

Hi!

You must be doing pretty well if you're living like this.

Well, my dad knew the previous owner,

so I got a really great deal.

Let's get you dressed.

Is it your mom that's Inuit?

Yeah, but I wasn't raised by her.

Do you know much about her?

I mean, just what my dad told me.

You know, it was a bad situation.

But sometimes I'm curious about her.

You're allowed to want to know your own mother.

Yeah, maybe...

This! Yes!

Oh, you need to try this on.

I'm going to go and get changed.

Oh, hey. You should come to my art gallery opening tomorrow.

So pick something out for that, too.

Please tell me you're a dancer, Simone!

I'm a dance machine!

Oh, hey!

-I'll be right there. -I'm going to get us drinks.

-Okay. -Two whiskies, please.

I want you to meet someone.

Hey! Oh, my God.

-Killing it as always. -Fresh meat.

This is Simone! She's Mohawk!

Who's your mom?

It's a long story.

-Let's go dance! -Yeah!

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

He nails a last plank

onto the broken window.

She is safe.

Finally.

He turns to her with a smile,

and she stares at him.

Her heart races, not just with passion,

but with something quieter.

Yeah, he's hot.

But he also sees her for who she is.

And loves her anyway.

Okay.

Okay!

Hi, Alistair.

Alistair.

I know I put you through a lot,

but I just want you to know that...

No. Never mind.

Oh, no. Ah!

Hi, yes, any chance my luggage has arrived?

No, okay, uh...

Cool, awesome. Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Shit...

Woo!

The air up here makes me feral.

You built all of this with your own hands?

Well, I mean, I had some help.

I mean, the igloo, of course, is a feat of Inuit engineering.

So, intelligent, poetic...

and hot.

Hmm?

I'd really like to try it out sometime.

I fired it up before I left so it should almost...

almost be ready.

What the fuck...

Attention, everyone.

Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming.

Mahsi cho.

Gather around for some words from tonight's star,

Olivia Jensen.

Your lips are as frozen as mine.

I'm sorry.

Just go in the cabin and do it already!

No, no, no, no!

Do you smell something burning?

Uh-oh.

What?

Must've left something on the...

Oh, my God.

-Don't look! -Neevee?

Oh, my God!

For years, I avoided this part of my life.

My birth mother's alcoholism and what it cost me.

But I believe in the healing power of art.

Mahsi cho, Olivia.

Alright, we'll take some questions now.

Oh! Okay. Go ahead.

Just wondering if you could expand on how you chose

which parts of your mother's life to put on display?

Yeah, I wanted to confront the pieces that

challenged me most.

So, her drinking.

That's not what the work is...

Do you worry that you're flattening her?

Turning a whole Inuk woman into just one thing.

I think that's a very simplistic read

on something deeply personal.

Sure, sure.

But...

Aren't these stories that you were told?

Not ones that you actually lived?

Okay. Okay.

Great discussion, mahsi cho.

That's it for the Q&A.

Enjoy the exhibit.

Get yourself some drinks

or water, water is life.

Just mingle.

What the hell was that?

If you're going to make work this loaded,

be prepared for pushback.

Loaded? It's my story.

No, it's hers.

And you can't just borrow her pain

because she's not here to contradict you.

You don't know who I am or anything about my life.

Your real name is Ivalu.

And I'm your sister.

And that...

That is not our mother.

She wrote these for you.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

It's fine, I'm fine.

Are you insane?

You said you were Mohawk.

You lied about everything.

Get out.

I never want to see you again.

Pretendian.

♪ Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? ♪

♪ Ooh, don't wanna cry but I break that way ♪

♪ Did she run away? Did she run away? ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ If she ran away if she ran away ♪

♪ Come back home ♪

♪ Just come home ♪

Oh, after you.

-Qujannamiik. -Ai.

You come to check on the shelves?

They're still standing.

No, um...

I came to talk to you about the sauna incident yesterday.

-Sauna incident. Hm. -Mm-hm.

I don't know what you're talking about.

-Oh, really? -Interesting.

Hmm.

Whatever you think was happening,

I promise you, was not.

Okay, then help me understand.

Nothing.

Nothing was happening.

Alistair.

She's good for you.

You deserve something good.

Thank you.

And so do you, Neev.

We found it in the back.

♪ Aittuutiginialiqqama ♪

♪ Namut ♪

Jesus, what kind of business trip

did you say this was?

Mom, I met her.

Ivalu.

Her name is Olivia now.

What?

I ruined it.

♪ Saimagumalirama ♪

♪ Nutaangulirama ♪

♪ Saimagumalira ♪

♪ Saimagumalira ♪

♪ Qujalilunga ♪

Subtitling: Difuze