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How much do you make a year, Dad?

None of your beeswax.

I’m not being nosy. I-I just need to know.

The only person who needs to know how much I make

is the taxman. And he don’t always know.

It’s for this.

I’m applying for a loan.

It’s for school.

University?

Theatre school.

There’s no such thing.

There is. In Montreal.

Montreal?!

You want me to tell a Frenchman how much money I make?

Mary!

It’s a legitimate career, Dad.

I’m sure that there’s nothing legitimate

about this school at all.

Mary!

What is all the yellin’ for?

I’m applying for university.

Oh, honey, that’s wonderful.

- Clown college. - It’s theatre school.

- And it’s French. - In France?!

No, it’s in Montreal.

Oh, that’s worse.

They just need to know how much money you make for the loan.

Do you know what the catch with loans is?

You gotta pay ’em back.

Why in the name of God would you take out a loan

so you can not make money? You can be broke for free!

Forget it.

I’ll figure it out myself.

What...?

I never borrowed money in my life.

Well, we may have to soon enough, hon.

And for more than just school.

Well, I’m off to earn my money.

Oh...

- Go around me! - Dude, come on!

You’re like an old woman, and we look like dicks!

You’re doing 20 in a 60.

Do you have your licence? No.

I only got mine last week.

I’m not gonna lose it just ’cause it’s Ditch Day.

Ditch Day.

The one day of the year when the graduating class

skipped school with the teachers’ blessing.

Relax, Ritche, my boy.

It’s the one day of our lives we get to do whatever we want.

Or, well, whatever the popular kids want.

Go around me, you maniacs!

Good God!

Where’s my typewriter?

We got computers. Pretty slick, huh, Dad?

They just came in this morning.

I got bootleg copies of a couple games we can play.

One is mature.

That’s code for dirty.

It’s not a games arcade, Dick.

This is a newsroom.

Well, have I got news for you, Mike.

Good, you’re all here.

Oh, Mr. Bartlett, sir. About these computers...

We’re modernizing, Mike. New computers, new talent.

I’m puttin’ the "new" in news.

New talent?

Just to take the pressure off you, Mike.

Graduated from one of those big mainland journalism schools.

You can show her the ropes. She can show you...

how to use a computer.

Uh, Mr. Bartlett, sir, I have final approval of all new hires

in the news department.

Hey, Dad, maybe we can talk--

Say hello to the new face of VOCM News.

Hi, Mr. Critch.

It’s, uh, pretty nice to have Amanda back, huh?

Yeah.

I’m just gonna...

go see if I can find that typewriter.

I’ve been thinking...

You know, I ought to get my affairs in order.

Great friend of mine just passed, Billy Barton.

- Oh. - He was only 86.

What kind of affairs do you have to put in order, exactly?

You’re wearin’ everything you got.

Well, that’s where you’re wrong.

Oh?

You know, I’ve got a piece of land,

and I’m thinking of selling it.

- Land? - Mm-hm.

You don’t have so much as a plot to be buried in.

Really?

Well, take a look at this, then.

Here. Read that.

You sneaky bugger!

Why have you never mentioned this before?

I was always planning on doing something with it down the road.

Now...

we’re down the road.

When I left home...

I just wanted some place to come back to.

So I bought it.

From Allie O’Leary.

20 bucks an acre.

Well, there’s only half an acre here.

So? I mean, it’s something.

Oh...

I thought I’d leave it to the boys. Hm.

- Aw. - So...

Are you gonna help me with it or not?

Well...

this is hand-drawn.

I better call the realtor.

It would have been faster to walk.

All the best spots are taken.

It’s... it’s all rocks.

Technically, there aren’t any good spots.

Cool if we join?

The more the merrier.

Nerds of a feather flock together.

They’re drinkin’ booze.

Yeah. I got coolers in my bag.

Why don’t you guys build the fire pit,

and me and Mark will gather driftwood?

- Deal. - Let’s go.

It really doesn’t get much better than this.

It’s beautiful.

Not as beautiful as you.

Is that the best you got?

Thought you were an actor or something.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea.

"My love as deep.

"The more I give to thee,

"the more I have, for both are infinite."

Wow.

Is that all you got?

Well, I know it was rough...

when your family left for Alberta.

I’m so glad you stayed.

Can’t imagine life without you.

You wouldn’t last a day.

It was pure magic.

Waves, firelight, first love.

Hey!

We’re makin’ the fire overhere!

And friends who never missed a chance

to mess it all up for you.

Some sparks goin’ on over there.

Maybe we could bum a light off ’em.

So, I looked into your so-called deed.

Whoa, what do you mean, "so-called"?

Well, it turns out the land was never registered

with the province.

Because there was no province to register it to!

I bought the land before we joined Canada.

Well, you don’t have title.

So, we have to get the oldest member of the community

to sign an affidavit to say that you own it.

Well, I’m the oldest member.

Oh, Pop, that was a long time ago.

This land is probably part of somebody’s backyard by now.

Thievery!

Oh, that does it.

Take me home.

Pop, you are home.

Take me home to my land.

- Now? - Yes, now!

Before some bugger puts a supermarket on it.

Oh...

Jeez!

We’re never gonna be together like this again.

Each year, there’s a new batch of grade 12s.

Every year, they come to this beach

and swear they’ll always be friends.

And then they move away,

go to school, get jobs, make new friends...

and never come back.

Did you ever see any of last year’s grade 12s around?

I’ve heard of people bringing the room down,

but this is the first time that somebody’s

brought the outside down.

We need to do something to show we were here.

You know, to make our mark.

We could spray-paint our names on the rocks?

Bury a time capsule?

Our ancestors were sailors.

It should be a message in a bottle.

But what’s the message?

Okay, we each write down our dream for the future.

Who we want to be.

Then we toss it out to sea.

Then, even if we never see each other again,

we’ll know that our dreams are still together.

Out there somewhere.

I like it.

We are about to be cast into the sea of life,

drifting aimlessly at the mercy of the tides.

May our dreams come true.

All right, how hard can it be?

Argh!

Want some help?

No, I... I’ve got it. Thank you, though.

That’s the mouse.

You just click a file to open it.

Here, let me show you.

Uh, maybe later. Excuse me.

I want to be an award-winning journalist

in a big-city newspaper.

I want to see my byline on the front page.

Okay...

Be a teacher...

Kindergarten. I like kids.

I want to cut a CD.

I’m gonna tour the whole island.

Dream bigger.

- The country. - Bigger.

The world.

Maybe.

We’ll see.

Graduate National Theatre School...

Montreal.

I asked Mom and Dad for help with the loan.

They were useless, but I’ll-- I’ll find a way.

You’re going to Montreal?

I think so.

I found out from Mr. Lewis.

There’s a whole school just for acting.

You’re serious?

Yeah, I...

I mean... it’s not right away, and I-I...

I still gotta get the money, and...

But you didn’t write anything!

I hadn’t shared my dream

with the one person I wanted to share my dream with.

All right, way to chug! Cheers, pretty lady.

Fox... What are you doing?

I’m gonna need to find some new friends.

My boyfriend’s moving to Montreal.

Please, let’s just talk about this.

There’s nothing to talk about.

- Fox... - You heard her, Critch.

Now go on back to your nerd camp.

Yeah. Fire bad. Brad strong. I get it, caveman.

Look...

Don’t push it.

Fox...

Jennifer?

Forget it!

Well, the good news is there’s no supermarket on it.

- Yet. - Hm.

You know...

this used to be called Critch’s Point.

Hm...

Really?

’Cause the sign said "Dump Road."

Hmph.

Oh... good God, will you look at that?

Ah, a common thief!

Robbing me blind in broad daylight!

She’s just pickin’ a few berries.

Leave her alone.

Hey, you! You there!

Excuse me, this is private land.

Uh, you’re stealing from me.

This is my patch. It has been for years.

What are ye, from town, are ya?

Town?

Hardly! I was born and raised here.

Well, not here, but right over there.

Well, maybe... well, maybe it was over there.

I-I don’t know, I’m... I’m all turned around.

Hm, I lived here all me life. I don’t know who ya are.

Ida Heffernan.

I was Ida Howlett.

Howlett?

Oh my God, you’re...

you’re Charlie Howlett’s little sister, right?

- Yeah. - Oh my... yeah!

Hey, you remember me, right?

No.

Patrick Critch.

No, can’t say I do.

Yeah, well, I moved away;

you were probably no more than 10.

Ida, I’m Mary. I’m his daughter-in-law.

- Oh, yeah. - We’re so sorry to disturb you.

Oh, no harm done.

Was it berries ye were after?

No, girl, just a bit of news. Maybe a little bit of gossip.

Yeah?

We were wondering about the history of the place.

Well, why don’t you come down to mine for a drop of tea

and a few of my berries in some pie?

My berries.

Let me take that for ya, yeah. All right.

Oh... where’d my story go? It was just here.

Well, did you save it?

Huh?

If you didn’t save it, you’re gonna have to start again.

Again?

I thought this was all supposed to make everything faster.

- If you just-- - I think you’ve done enough.

Thank you very much.

I’m just trying to help.

- Dad? - No, don’t.

Well, I remember when I started,

you were trying to teach me and I got so frustrated.

This is different.

Yeah, well, Amanda is willing to learn.

And she’s willing to teach.

You’re not letting her do either.

When were you gonna tell me you were leaving?

I didn’t even really know I was, to be honest.

It seemed like a dream.

Now I...

I can almost touch it.

But I still gotta find the money.

It’s not today and it’s not forever.

You never even thought of me.

Don’t you see what that means?

I’m doing pretty good in shop class.

I... I was even thinking about trying trade school.

Here.

Because I expected us to chase our dreams together.

I guess that’s it.

Like, everyone’s already left me once;

I’m not sticking around just to watch it happen all over again.

We’re done! You hear me?

We’re done!

- You don’t mean that. - Don’t touch me!

Just frig right off!

♪ Girl walking on the sand ♪

♪ Girl holding on to my hand ♪

♪ Oh, and I can see these stars ♪

♪ They were here for the pharaohs ♪

♪ And now we listen as the voice of the sparrows ♪

♪ Return, return, return ♪

Screw this.

High school passed me by and I didn’t do anything.

I was too scared to really live.

Do you wanna make out?

Uh...

I have a van.

Drive me home.

Now?!

I’m coming, too.

You’re the one who wants to do things on your own.

Shouldn’t be any trouble finding your own way home.

I’ll pick you up later!

Ritche?

My first girlfriend

and my first breakup.

Ditch Day was living up to its name...

just not the way I hoped.

Fresh berries.

Dogs have probably pissed all over ’em.

Bet your life she didn’t wash ’em.

Just eat it!

Pop’s land was never registered.

So, we need to get the oldest person in the community

to swear that it’s his.

I’d say the last one who’d remember you

around here would be my husband.

Oh, where is he?

In the cemetery.

That’s it! There’s nobody left to sign it.

Legally, you can’t sell it.

But...

I could take it off your hands, the old-fashioned way.

Handshake deal.

Are you interested in buying?

Well, it’s nothing but a bog.

Seaside vista.

Inaccessible by road.

Private lot.

Downwind of the dump.

Fragrant ocean breezes.

How much were you hoping to get for it?

The very, absolute minimum. $5,000.

You are cracked!

Well... what do you think is fair?

Well, I’d be willing to go

as high as $500.

Never!

I can give you cash on the barrelhead right now.

Done.

With one provision.

Okay.

Let’s see that.

Ah...

Oh... okay.

Done... and done.

Now, let me just get me purse.

Well, what are you gonna do with your newfound fortune?

I’m investing for the future.

♪ All night ♪

♪ She ran to the fire ♪

♪ And all night ♪

♪ I ran right beside her ♪

♪ But the moon and the stars ♪

♪ Couldn’t cut through the dark ♪

♪ I can’t find my way to her heart ♪

"Not to be alone."

That’s all anyone wants.

Uh, Amanda?

Yes, Mr. Critch?

Call me Mike.

Look, this job is all about sources.

Have you got a minute?

I’m all ears.

Officer Butt’s really handy for any breaking crime news.

Just give him a flask of rum at Christmastime;

he’ll keep you in the loop.

Now, Councillor Wyatt, she likes a flask, too.

Really loosens her lips, and nothing gets past her.

I... I wrote ’em all down. I was gonna type it up for ya.

Oh, I’ll get out of your way.

No, no, I was... kinda hoping you’d show me how.

Whadda y’at, Mark? You need a lift?

Yeah.

- Get in. - Okay.

Just shaggin’ with ya, b’y.

Get in.

Okay. Yeah.

Very funny. Just leave me alone!

Aw, don’t be like that, Mark.

I was just trying to be funny.

I’m sorry. Get in.

The next act can be scary.

Some dream of leaving a legacy behind.

If you don’t pass the torch,

it can burn out.

Hi, we’re not here.

You know what to do.

The hardest thing isn’t letting go.

It’s learning to start over.