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Previously on "Trickster."

Three grand, three days,

or the next dead bitch lyin' in a ditch

is gonna be your mommy.

Son of a bitch!

What the hell is her problem?

I'm gonna have to let you go.

Hey, Dad. -Jared.

I'm pregnant.

You're gonna be an uncle.

I think you mean brother.

You just moved in with the Jacks family?

This is my third foster home this year.

I've been seeing some weird shit lately.

Arson and insurance fraud to settle a drug debt?

We're splitting it 50/50.

Richie is staying with us for a while.

Richie, turn it down!

At least change the song!

Dick.

Who took a dump in your cereal?

Richie plays the exact same song when he showers.

The same song, every day.

That's insane.

I think it's adorable.

I like having a real man around the house for once,

instead of a mopey, smelly teenager.

I love you too, Mom.

Ugh, this tastes like piss.

How long is Richie staying here for anyway?

Until I get my share of the insurance money.

Mom.

Richie could be the answer to a lot of our problems, Jelly Bean.

Unless the cops figure out that you torched his trailer.

You worry too much.

You don't enough.

Because it's a waste of time.

Richie's a waste of time.

You could have your pick of guys and you choose that loser?

We're gonna play house for as long as it takes.

Do not mess things up for me.

You're gonna do that all by yourself.

Aw, my baby's jealous.

Try desperate.

You seem to be fitting in just fine with the locals.

For now.

You skate?

Sure.

No, I don't.

I don't know why I just said that.

You bring any snacks to share?

No, sorry I'm out.

But I mean-

I do got some Cheesies.

Can't land a kick flip while baked anyways.

Pssh, everybody knows that.

You know, I didn't think you had a fun side.

Them sound like fightin' words.

Well I mean you're all reclaim this,

decolonize that.

You got it.

Check this out.

Hardcore resistance with a dash of sparkle,

if you haven't noticed.

I noticed.

Hey Sarah, you coming?

Come on man, let's go!

Later, skater.

Where's my carburetor?

Yeah, it was-it was taking up way too much space, so.

Okay.

You're taking up too much space,

useless puke.

Go on, hit me.

What?

Punch me, I know you want to.

Got yourself a little death wish or something?

Huh?

You're all talk.

I know your game.

If I smack you up, you'll run to mommy,

I get kicked out.

Not gonna happen.

Well there's only one way to find out.

All right. Game on, bitch.

What?

One of us is gonna have to leave,

and I guaran-fucking-tee you

it's not gonna be me leavin'.

What's with you two?

Ah', we're just talking.

Girls and sports.

Male bonding.

Shit liars, both of you.

There ain't no damn food.

Money's tight until I get a job,

and less mouths to feed.

Well, Jared.

Uh, why don't you run down

and get some groceries for your mom, hm?

My treat.

Anything your mama wants.

I'm not taking your money.

The hell you won't.

I want pancakes.

Well take it.

I got lots myself.

I'll pay you back when I get a job.

No need, no need.

We're family now, hey?

You can call me dad if you want to.

I don't know, man.

I don't think you should start selling again

until you know who rolled you.

You coulda kept the money.

Yeah man, I can't do that

but I really appreciate it.

Oh hey, Mr. Nelson.

- What's up? - Hey.

Hey boys.

What's the word?

Looks like the word is 'party'.

What's the occasion?

Tuesday?

You boys should come.

Shit's gonna get lit.

You must be Maggie's boy.

Oh, hey Jared.

This is my buddy Wade.

Wade, my boy Jared.

I see the resemblance.

You know my mom?

Yeah, back in the day.

Yeah.

Three of us were inseparable.

Never heard of you before.

Oh you've been gone, what now, 20 years?

Almost.

Ah shit, look at the time.

Well I gotta go, man.

See ya.

Come tonight, Jared.

Yeah, sure.

Funny, you don't look anything like him.

In fact, you got my eyes.

What?

I said you got my eyes.

Hm.

Ask your mom.

What?

it talking to me you guys!

I told you the first time!

Oh, oh really?

Hey Mom?

Ha ha, very funny.

Hey Mom, are you okay?

Hey Mom, are you okay?

Hey Mom!

Ah!

I wouldn't.

What's going on? Leave me alone!

Your mama ditched me

so she could argue with her imaginary friends.

Must be going on 20 minutes now.

She does that sometimes.

Yeah?

Ain't nobody told me she was crazy.

Kick your ass.

Get out of my-

Get out of my head!

Dude, what's with all the old people?

If Wade's your dad, he's pretty damn cool.

Phil's cool too but, you know, in his own way.

You guys wasted or what?

Yeah man, I'm cool.

I wanna show you something.

90 HP, 119 torque, 1900 cc's.

Yeah I have no idea what any of those numbers mean.

You've never ridden a motorcycle?

No.

If you want,

I could take you for a spin

before I head back to Vancouver.

What'd your mom say?

Nothing.

Because I didn't tell her.

You don't believe me.

Why would she just lie about Phil being my dad?

Because back in the day I wasn't ready to be a dad.

Didn't have my shit together.

Neither did your mom.

Yeah, she still doesn't.

You'd never guess it now,

but Phil did have his shit together.

Plus, he also loved your mom.

So she did what was best for her baby boy.

She was crazy back then too?

Crazy's relative.

Yeah, just hope it's not hereditary.

If you're hearin' voices, like your ma,

or other strange things,

you can tell me.

Yeah, no,

no nothin' like that, no.

You know your Grandma Sophia?

She was shipped off to residential school.

Your ma inherited a lot of your Grandma Sophia's shit.

Might explain her situation.

Doesn't mean you gotta bear it too.

No, I didn't know that about Grandma Sophia.

There's a lot of stuff you don't know.

Starting with when you were born.

So I was born in the back of a pickup truck, I know.

You don't know the half of it.

What, and you do?

Sure.

I was there. -Bullshit.

Let's get shit-faced!

Brother Phil,

deliver us from sobriety.

A toast.

What's that, like Latin or something?

Haisla kayla.

Loosely translated, it means

'know thyself'.

I'll drink to that.

Hell, I'll drink to anything.

Oh, Mr. Jared.

How are you?

Welcome, well come grab a beer,

you little prick.

Where's my mom?

Aw, Jared's lookin' for his mommy.

I dunno where she is.

Mommy!

Here.

Tell me about the night I was born.

Where the hell is this comin' from?

Just tell me.

I was drivin' back from Terrace one night,

when I went into labour.

So I pulled over in the middle of nowhere,

and I birthed your wrinkly ass in the back of the truck.

End of story.

Wasn't there a totem or something nearby?

No totem, it was a ancient face carved into a tree.

In Heiltsuk it's called Mamathlteeasa.

Long ago our people would

carve faces into trees to mark territory.

It was one of those.

So where was this?

In the goddamn bush somewhere.

You know, I was a little busy squeezing your fat head

out of my uterus to take notes.

And you were alone?

Hey, why are you giving me the third degree?

Because I met Wade,

and he says he's my real dad.

And that he was with you the night I was born.

Why would he just say that?

Wade was an old snag, nothing more.

And he's still jealous that I chose Phil over him.

That's why.

Now fuck off.

I love you, Jelly Bean.

No, Mom.

Stay the hell away from Wade.

Wade!

Where you going?

Wade, where you going?

Where you going?

Give-give me my baby!

I killed you.

ggie, you look good.

What the hell are you?

I came to see my son.

Oh yeah?

And who might that be?

Because it sure isn't my Jared.

We were so good together, Maggie, you know?

We could be again.

I don't remember.

In fact,

I barely remember your sorry ass at all.

So quit with the stalker talk.

Right.

So you came to see me to say you don't wanna see me?

No, I came to warn you.

You stay the fuck away from me and Jared.

Or I'll kill you for good.

Man, I can't help but feel

that my mom's not being real with me.

So why don't you ask your dad?

Well, I mean, Phil.

Nice.

No man, I can't say shit.

That would honestly crush him.

Are you sure you wanna grovel for your old job back?

I don't have a choice, man.

Hey!

Hat! -Oh, shit.

Jesus, it looks like super slo-mo back here guys,

come on!

Hey Tony?

Guys, if you were moving any slower,

you'd be moving backwards, come on!

Tony?

Jared, what gives?

Hey man, I was, uh,

I was wondering if I could get my old job back.

I can't have you working here, Jared.

What if your mom comes back and makes another scene?

No, she won't.

I-I promise she will not do that.

Just please.

I need a delivery driver.

You got a car?

No, no I don't got a car.

I'm sorry Jared, it's all I got.

All right, man.

Can I just get a bucket of thighs?

Yeah, sure.

Spicy or bland as shit?

Bland as shit will do.

Give me a bucket of bland!

Hungry?

Oh, a godsend.

What are you looking for?

It's kids stuff from when you were a baby,

for the new baby.

You still have stuff from when I was a baby?

Shit yeah, kept everything.

Check this out.

What a cutie, eh?

Oh no.

Was Wade in the picture back then?

Yeah, three of us were tight back in the day.

But he moved to Vancouver before you were born.

He was always too big for Kitimat.

Do you trust him?

Sure.

Wade's a good guy,

just plays up the cool thing a bit if you ask me.

Speak of the devil.

Jared, how 'bout that ride I promised you?

No, no man I'm good.

Thanks though.

It may be your last chance.

I'm leaving for Vancouver pretty quick.

Ah, go on Jared.

It'll be fun.

I miss this place.

Mom thinks you're back just to cause shit,

because you're jealous of Phil.

She's right,

I am jealous of Phil.

He got to raise you.

Well, yeah he's my dad.

You need proof.

Come on then.

Where are we going?

The stars were out crazy the night you came.

Your mom and I were driving.

She was alone.

She was already in labour,

so we had to gun it to the hospital.

But you wouldn't wait.

I pulled over,

laid a sleeping bag in the back of the truck,

not long after you popped out.

Bullshit.

I cut your umbilical cord with a Leatherman,

I shit you not.

So that's your proof?

The same story my mom's told everyone.

If I'm makin' this up,

how could I possibly know about that?

This is where you were born, son.

chirping)

Hey.

Naw, I've been going hard lately,

I'm trying to level out.

Okay.

But tonight I need this.

Thanks.

So how's the new foster fam going?

They're nice enough, but we're worlds apart.

I feel that wherever I go.

You said this was your third home this year, how come?

Can I trust you?

After you tell me are you gonna dismember me

and leave me in the trash for rats to eat?

Maybe.

I'm looking for my birth parents.

You know who they are?

No, that's why I keep moving from town to town.

And they just let you do that?

No, but it's easy.

When it's time to move on I just act out,

steal a car,

get in a fight,

call in a bomb scare.

Seriously?

Then child services ships me off

to the next home in a new town,

and I start my search for my mom and dad all over again.

Devious.

You see that?

What?

I-I gotta go.

10 bucks, straight in.

The hell you don't.

Easy.

Who's this guy?

Nobody.

I warned you once to fuck off!

Do not test me.

Does Jared know who you really are?

Jared doesn't need to know shit.

I could tell him for you if you want.

I mean,

if you're afraid to.

Hey, uh-

Wait, wait, wait.

I'll see you in hell.

Think of the fun we'll have.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Nobody.

Not so hard!

Georgina.

Long time.

Aren't you a sight, Weeg'it?

It's Wade now.

Wade.

Sounds like an animal cry.

Edna, is that you?

Like the new look?

And Albert.

New skins, what gives?

It's easier to get by when you pass.

Not for too much longer, I'd say.

So,

you finally crawled out from under a rock?

Why?

I needed a change of scenery.

I'm surprised to see you out and about,

especially in your condition.

Risky, don't you think?

You know me.

Someone drops a feather and I hear it.

Who's the boy?

My buddy's kid.

We've been waiting a long time.

I won't let you worm your way out this time, Weeg'it.

When the time comes I'll do what's right.

But who knows when that'll be, right?

Don't ever leave me.

Hey.

Hey son, you're up early.

Hey Dad.

Is, uh, is Wade here?

No, I haven't seen him since last night.

I, I guess he got lucky, the dog.

Yeah, I was just gonna ask if, uh,

could go on another run on his motorcycle.

Cool, was it?

Well it was no big deal.

I'm glad you stopped by.

I was gonna give you a call.

Well I'm tapped on money at the moment so I can't-

It's not about that.

The old man's got a surprise for ya.

Remember I told you I might be getting an increase

in my disability cheques?

Well that fell through.

But my social worker

came through with something else.

This baby is all yours.

Wow.

And you can make it your own, you know,

Rez your ride.

You could get a custom paint job

with some flames along the side, you know,

make it look real skookum.

Don't you need it though for your back?

Nah, but don't tell my social worker.

I got a baby coming but you're my firstborn.

I don't want you feelin' left out.

Thanks, Dad.

Anything for my boy.

You know, you're gonna be a great dad

to the baby.

Hey, uh, Tony?

Don't ever go into the restaurant business

whatever you do.

Hey is that, uh, delivery job still available?

Didn't you hear what I just said?

Well I've got a vehicle now.

All right.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

I see you.

Ah, shit.

Hey.

Nice wheels.

You, uh, didn't realize I was disabled when you met me?

I think the preferred term is differently abled.

Well, I seem to be pretty differently abled around you.

And I just thought you were a virgin.

No.

Hey, I'm sorry about last night.

I was really stoned,

kinda freaked out.

Already forgotten.

So, uh, what are you advertising for?

I'm not selling anything.

I'm raising awareness.

Anti-pipeline protest.

The federal government

is trying to force a pipeline through unceded lands.

I don't know if that's gonna fly here.

A lot of the people are relying on the new gas terminal

for jobs.

So, you're pro-pipeline?

No, it's just an observation.

You want some help?

No.

TV Commentator: Well the Lions put up a fight but this

Roughrider defence was

too stuck tonight.

Mom!

TV Commentator: A good night on the ground.

David Roosevelt- - Where's my mom?

TV Commentator: A prime target for-

What's up, loser?

Where is she?

I don't know!

You tell me.

I haven't seen her since she took off this morning

with my shotgun.

She's probably on a bender.

She does that sometimes.

Oh great, well she could've invited me.