Original subtitles

(? Spicks and Specks ? by the Bee Gees)

Where is the sun ?

That shone on my head ?

The sun in my life, it is dead ?

It is dead ?

Where is the light that would play in my street? ?

And where are the friends I could meet? ?

I could meet ?

Where are the girls I left far behind? ?

The spicks and the specks of the girls ?

- Great. ? On my mind ?

Where is the sun... ?

(Colin): Okay, looks like the vendors are all on schedule.

Flowers are going into the storeroom labelled...

oh, "storeroom!" (chuckles)

Fuse box got cleared. Sandy just confirmed.

- Look at us. Just ever pro. Total competence.

(Colin): Yeah, two weeks until the ball and we�re set.

(tapping on window)

(both): Hey!

(Millie): How did it go with your sister?

- Uh, Siaja? Uh...

- Perfect timing. Not that I can�t handle this,

and I�m glad your UTI�s cleared up,

but I�ve got famous musician Elisapie�s people on the line

for a final booking call.

(fading): And don�t forget, Sajia,

the whole point of this ball is to bring people together for....

(indistinct distorted voice)

So come. Sit. Be normal.

- You know what? I think I�m still sick. Um...

I�d probably just mess it up anyway.

(normally): What?

(Siaja): I�m just gonna go home.

- Home? Wait. Okay, great. Let�s all go home.

It�s not like we have a huge headliner to book.

(Millie): Yes! Let�s get out of here, Colin.

- What are you doing?

- You said go home, so I�m going home.

- All right, home time! - No one is going home!

- Well, where�d Siaja just go then?

- Siaja will be right back. It�s Siaja.

- Make up your mind.

? All of my life I call yesterday ?

? The spicks and the specks ?

- I can�t do this.

? Of my life gone away ?

(Colin, on radio): Good morning, Ice Cove.

It�s a beautiful new day full of possibilities.

Whether you�re starting over or trying again,

today�s got room for both.

Speaking of second chances,

we�re still looking for volunteers

for the winter ball...

(gentle music)

(student): Kuuk! - Hey!

- Guess what? I passed my test. - You did? Right on.

- Oh, hey, Kuuk! I have someone you should meet.

Her name is Kuuk, after late elder Kuuk. Your atikutuk.

- No way! - Her namesake.

- Hey, little homie.

- Swing by to visit anytime. House 142.

- Okay, cool.

(crunching)

(slow R&B playing)

- You still sick, Anaana?

- Yeah... I was.

But today�s a professional development day.

- What kind of professional development involves

eating chips in bed?

- Emotional resiliency training?

Chips are a major pillar of effective self-soothing.

(Neevee sighs) - Okay, well,

I�m bringing Bun to school.

- Bye, Anaana, love you!

- Love you too, Bun.

(Neevee sighs) - Look, there�s no prize

for making ourselves miserable.

I�d know. Why don�t you get up

and try to find another emerald green house?

Or go do your winter ball.

Keep busy!

I�ll be back.

(crunching)

(Bun): Is everything okay? (Neevee): Of course.

Yep. Everything�s fine. Everything�s fine!

Come on, let�s go.

(slow R&B continues)

(energetic music)

- Oh! Remember to tack this down.

The kids love to crawl under the tables.

- The kids do or you do?

- We don�t have time for chitchat, Colin.

- Sorry. - Hey.

Rounded up some volunteers for you.

- Ah, all right. Detangling duty.

This should be a string, not a ball.

(student): Aw, man.

- Um... well, where�s, uh... where�s Siaja?

- Oh, she�s, uh... taking a minute.

- Big minute.

- Did something happen or...?

- She went to Toronto to find her sister

and come back not herself.

We have no idea what happened. And she�s not talking.

(in Inuktitut)

(in English): Okay, thanks.

(Helen): Hey, team! Uh, quick question.

Does anybody happen to have a list

of internationally respected Inuit musicians?

- What happened to Elisapie?

(stammering): I don�t wanna talk about it.

Now give me names, alive, preferably touring.

Thank you so much.

- Helen! Um, uh...

- Ugh, that would have been so much funnier if Siaja was here.

- Yeah.

(? Arctic Icemusic ? by Terje Isungset)

(TV): That�s one way to make things complicated.

- You whore!

- You know they can�t hear you, right?

(TV): This week on Flirt Alert,

looks like feelings won out over good judgment.

(Siaja groans) (Siaja): Join the club.

(TV): A kiss in the pool? (cell phone dings)

Somebody�s about to regret a decision.

- What the? No, no, no.

One moon. One.

We�re in Ice Cove.

We�re not in some other planet that has two moons.

(confetti cannon pops)

(all gasping)

- It works.

(cell phone dings) (? Arctic Icemusic ? continues)

(? Arctic Icemusic ? continues)

(vacuum whines)

(TV): ...she wasn�t the only one he kissed in this pool.

But the island keeps it a secret.

- Hey Colin, do you like this chair here?

- Yeah, that�s great. Cool.

Looking good, eh, Helen? Right?

- Why does it feel... blah?

- I don�t know! I�m pretty sure we did everything right.

- Hmm.

I think I know what�s missing.

(? Arctic Icemusic ? concludes)

(in Inuktitut)

(in English): I hear she wasn�t at work today.

- She�ll be fine.

(in Inuktitut)

(in English): Oh, Helen. We�re all so excited for the ball.

- Yeah! (laughter)

- We don�t carry Valium.

- Oh, you should.

Siaja�s not answering her texts or calls or emails

and usually when I text her, she texts back before

I even put my phone down. (Neevee sighs)

This is her winter ball!

She begged me to let her lead it and now she�s just gone?

- She�s had a rough few days.

- Did she tell you what happened?

- No. She hasn�t exactly been opening up.

And I�m not sure if I want to know.

- Well, as her two mother figures, it�s our job to help--

- No, I�m her mother. You�re her boss.

Let�s not confuse paycheques with parenting.

- You know I value her.

- Because she makes you look good.

- No. Because... she is good.

Better than she knows.

I just don�t want her to lose

everything she�s worked for this year.

(gentle music)

(crunching) (TV): Nothing happened!

(chatter on television fades)

(Nuliajuq): You really screwed up this time, huh?

(crunching)

(muffled): Siaja?

(normally): You good?

(sombre music)

(Kuuk): Again, that�s how meteors are formed.

Like space junk.

And acc-- (bell rings)

(chattering)

- Oh! And chapter six, climate change! Ask your grandparents,

not ChatGPT. Trust me, I�ll know.

- You leaving soon too?

They usually do after the girlfriend goes.

- I�m here. I�m staying.

- And Joannie says come for supper.

We�re having patiq. Bring your own axe.

(? Faker ? by Alex Ebert)

(door opens)

(Alistair): Hello?

- Hey. Thanks for coming.

I don�t know what to do.

I�ve never seen her like this.

I think her hair is actually holding itself up now.

(? Faker ? continues)

- Hey.

- Hey.

? The truth is that I never shook my shadow ?

? Every day it�s trying to trick me into doing battle ?

? Calling out "faker" only get me rattled... ?

(Siaja): What is this, a self-help trap?

(Alistair): Well, it�s a cool one.

It belonged to my dad,

then to me,

and now I want to give it to you.

It�s for when getting out of bed might feel a little too...

ambitious.

One small thing a day.

It won�t fix everything,

but hopefully it�ll make you feel like you again.

- Like showering.

- It can be anything.

- I gotta go to the store anyways.

Mom stopped enabling me.

? I�ve seen a million numbered doors on the horizon ?

? Now which is the future you choosin� before you go dying ?

? I�ll tell you �bout a secret, I�ve been undermining ?

? Every little lie in this world come from dividing ?

? Say you�re my lover... ?

(door opens) (door chime rings)

- Siaja! Hey! Good, you�re alive.

- Debatable.

- Well, you weren�t answering my texts,

so I had to consider a few options.

- Such as?

- Well, one, you were resting.

Two, you threw your phone into a volcano.

Three-- - I�m sorry.

How�s the new job?

- It�s good, yeah.

I�m, uh, thinking about making it permanent.

Or working towards that.

Also, um...

um, Alexis and I broke up.

I just thought you should hear it from me than anybody else.

- Kuuk...

- It�s okay.

- Perfect.

- Good choice!

This is a very beautifully unhinged haul.

I like it.

It�s, um...

it�s weird at the Centre without you.

I mean, things are getting done, it�s just...

it�s just not the same.

(cell phone beeps)

If you want, we can play chess later or something.

Or not chess, you know.

I�m flexible.

(Siaja): No.

- You okay?

(voice breaking): I gotta go.

- Well, hey, if you, um...

I�ll...

(thud)

(door opens and slams shut)

(sombre music)

- How did it go?

- Uh, they were out of chips.

I�m going back to bed.

(door slams shut)

(glass clinks)

(door opens)

- Get up.

- Don�t. Mom, please!

- I told you to let it go, not disappear.

- Mom... - Parka, boots, now.

(in Inuktitut)

(in English): Okay, okay.

(in Inuktitut)

(snowmobile hums)

(Neevee exhales)

(in English): I went to therapy once.

It was bullshit.

This is my therapy.

(Neevee inhales and exhales)

So tell me what happened.

I�ve spent a week trying not to wonder.

- I went in with a plan.

Just give her the birthday cards.

I thought that maybe if she had them...

maybe she�d reach out.

I went to her for you, Mom.

But I got lost in it.

I forgot the plan. She was right there.

And she was normal and she was funny and...

she was real.

And then I had this stupid fantasy

that maybe we could be friends.

That we could be sisters.

(sniffles) I shouldn�t have gone.

I should have just listened to you.

- No, Siaja.

I was wrong.

Because I was scared.

Scared of what she�d think of me.

Does she hate me?

- She doesn�t know you.

- I shouldn�t have told you to shut down your heart.

That�s what I do. But you have no fear.

You always leave room for hope.

(sobbing)

- But I ruin everything.

- No. Shh.

(sobbing) (sighs)

You make things come alive.

That�s why people like having you around.

I like having you around.

Don�t lose that heart of yours.

Do you know half the town thinks that you quit?

(chuckles)

Susie. Napatsi. Ugh, Lazarus.

Even Helen was all like, "I value her."

(Neevee scoffs)

- Wow. And I thought I was going through it.

(both laugh)

When did you get so good at emotional heart-to-hearts?

- Your romance novels are rotting my brain.

- They�re literature.

- They�re horny. (scoffs)

(both chuckle)

(both sigh)

(Siaja): Also, uh, full disclosure...

(chuckles)

I kind of stole your DNA to find Olivia.

(Neevee): You what?

(gentle music)

(knocking on door)

- Are you back-back or are you here

but emotionally unavailable?

- I�m back-back.

- Okay, good. Come in, sit down.

We�ve got to find a new headliner.

I don�t know what is up Elisapie�s ass,

but she cannot take a joke.

Are all singers like that?

- I contacted her directly.

We have a second chance.

And she�s waiting for us online right now.

- You are back.

(notification alert)

(whispering): It works.

(Elisapie): Hello. - Elisapie.

I am sorry about that blue balls comment...

(scoffs)

(typing)

- Hi! Nakurmiikmarialuk for giving us another chance.

Before we get into logistics,

we want to know what�s important to you when you say

yes to performing in a small community?

- Well, I don�t like feeling like a poster child or a trophy,

you know? Like, I... I want it to feel real.

(stammers)

- This isn�t a "look who we booked" night.

It�s aunties in their best earrings

and it�s sequins and fur

and teens pretending they don�t care

and then filming everything.

It�s... it�s been a long winter.

People are tired,

a little bit bruised.

And your music, it�s Inuk.

It�s honest, it holds the hard stuff and the joy.

People are carrying a lot

and we want to create a place

where they don�t have to do it alone.

A place where people feel proud of who they are.

And you help people do that.

- Hmm. Well, when you put it like that, let�s book it!

- Oh my God, yes! You are going to love Ice Cove.

Nakurmiik, Siaja. - Okay!

- Bye! (in Inuktitut)

(video call ends)

(in English): Yeah, baby! We�re on!

(both laugh)

This can go to its rightful owner.

Do you wanna hear the blue balls joke?

- Uh... - Okay, never mind.

(door hinges squeak)

(energetic music)

(Millie): It�s gonna be so good. (both): Siaja!

- Ah!

- You guys are amazing!

- Well, the instructions you left were extremely detailed.

(all chuckle) - You good?

- Better. - Okay.

- I�m sorry we didn�t get the emerald green house.

(scoffs) - No worries.

I actually might miss my cousins if I moved.

- All right. Uh, where are we at with the hunters and the feast?

(Colin): Well, they�re a bureaucratic bunch.

(? Safe and Sound ? by Capital Cities)

- Hello?

Anybody home?

Bun? Mom?

(muffled chatting)

(all): Surprise!

- Surprise! This is our new home, Anaana!

Do you like it?

- What?

- I�m moving my store to a bigger place.

Business has been good. (both chuckle)

- Mom...

- I know it�s probably not your dream house,

but after I�m done fixing the place up,

I think it�s gonna be pretty great.

- And don�t worry, you can pay me back by helping me move.

(? Safe and Sound ? continues)

(laughing and chattering)

? I can lift you up ?

- Go Bun, go Bun!

- So Anaana, I was thinking my bed could be...

? You could be my luck ?

? Even if the sky is falling down ?

? I know that we�ll be safe and sound ?

? I can lift you up ?

? I can show you what you want to see ?

? And take you where you want to be ?

? You could be my luck ?

? Even if the sky is falling down ?

? I know that we�ll be safe and sound ?

?

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