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JAMIE: Fuck me.

JAMIE: When I got a kid someday,

just born and everything,

I'm gonna go and raid me a fox den.

I know where it's at.

Get me a fox cub.

The foxes, they're...

they're always black when they're cubs.

I'm going to raise that fox and that baby up together.

And the fox'll curl up in the crib at night.

Baby play out in the woods all day.

'Til their hair grows orange.

And their second teeth...

razor sharp.

JAMIE: Danny, open up buddy, come on!

DANNY: Okay, I'm comin', I'm comin'.

Jesus jumpin'! It's the fuckin' groom.

JAMIE: Hey, Jesus, put a shirt on man!

Fuckin' animal!

DANNY: Wanna have a beer?

JAMIE: No, I'm good. I can't, I can't.

DANNY: All right. Roof's leakin' again.

JAMIE: Ah shit. All right,

I'll get it patched next week, all right?

DANNY: All right. I know you're good for it buddy.

DANNY: Hey, did you jack a deer?

JAMIE: No. Why?

DANNY: Hank's saying you did.

JAMIE: Fuck me, man. All right.

Let's see if it's all there.

DANNY: It's all there, buddy.

It's all there for fuck's sake.

JAMIE: All right. All right.

DANNY: Hey, hey, did you tell Krista?

JAMIE: Yeah man, it's all good.

DANNY: All right.

JAMIE: Hey, if you're late again I'm charging interest, man.

JAMIE: I'm not fuckin' around.

It goes up by twenty, man.

Two twenty, two forty, two fifty.

DANNY: Big boss man, eh? Ring, ring, ring.

JAMIE: Ohhhh.

JAMIE: Fuck you, man. C'mon.

JAMIE: Yeah, pull it through.

There, you got it, you got it.

All right, get out of here. Go!

Shit. Okay.

KEVIN: Go, go, go!

Fuck you, Hank!

Fuckin' deer jacker!

JAMIE: Oh shit!

KEVIIN: Fuck you!

JAMIE: Oh man!

Oh,shit, man!

KEVIN: Jamie! What are you doing?

KEVIN: Jesus, you're already marrying her.

JAMIE: Yeah, well, once a fool, always a fool, bud.

Hey, I look pretty good, right?

KEVIN: Fuck no.

JAMIE: Fuck off.

Like you would even know, man.

JAMIE: Hey babe.

JAMIE: Do you like 'em?

KRISTA: Yeah. JAMIE: Good.

KEVIN: He stole 'em.

JAMIE: Hey! KRISTA: Jamie!

JAMIE: Guess I like you or something.

KRISTA: Yeah?

KRISTA: God damn, your beer breath!

Don't!

KEVIN: Jamie, c'mon man!

JAMIE: Yeah, dude!

JAMIE: I'm not a fuckin' hippy, woman, you know that.

KRISTA: It looks nice. It looks nice, Jamie.

KEVIN: Hurry the fuck up!

JAMIE: Yeah! Dude!

KRISTA: Yes.

KEVIN: Get a move on, bud!

JAMIE: Yeah!

KRISTA: What are you two dorks up to?

JAMIE: You go one, two, three.

KEVIN: Man, I fuckin' did it from the rail, remember?

Yeah.

KEVIN: And it fuckin' hurt.

JAMIE: Yeah, man, you had a fuckin' welt

on your ass for like three weeks.

KEVIN: Yeah.

JAMIE: Nah man, you gotta jump from the top frame, dude.

You do it right, you don't even feel a fuckin' thing.

KEVIN: Krista says you can't anymore when you're married.

JAMIE: Hey, if Krista told me not to jump off a bridge,

wouldn't I?

Ah fuck me, Merv the fuckin' perve, man.

MERV: Jamie get a fuckin' haircut, bud.

JAMIE: Hey buddy, how you doing, huh?

MERV: Your girlfriend's looking pretty fuckin' good lately.

Five bucks a pop, or what?

KEVIN: Hey, what the fuck d'you say?

JAMIE: Yeah well, Merv, I'm looking for a fuck

or a fight, man, but I don't see your sister around.

MERV: Going off roadin' at the split tomorrow.

You should come by, Kev.

JAMIE: Fuck off. Bullshit, man.

MERV: You're not a fag, right?

Huh? You know how to drive stick?

KEV: Yeah man. MERV: Fuckin' eh.

JAMIE: Merv, you and Hank have a good time

jacking that deer?

Fuck you, man.

Fucking asshole!

JAMIE: Hey, don't go.

They just wanna fuck you up, man.

KEVIN: Man, I'm not going to fight anybody.

JAMIE: Hey, you go up there

I'll beat the shit out of you myself, okay?

KEVIN: Fuck off, dude.

I can fuckin' take care of myself.

JAMIE: Yeah, that's what you think.

KEVIN: Yeah, well, I know something about you, don't I?

JAMIE: Yeah? What?

KEVIN: I ain't fuckin' tellin'.

JAMIE: Is it about my stag?

KEVIN: I dunno, man. Maybe.

I'm not fuckin' tellin' ya.

JAMIE: Oh you think you swing a big dick now, huh?

Big dick boy, huh?

Okay, let's go. All right. C'mon, man.

KEVIN: Hey! Get off me!

JAMIE: You gonna tell me or what? KEVIN: You're fuckin' drunk, man

JAMIE: All right, there you go. KEVIN: Jamie!

JAMIE: All right, man, fuckin' tell me!

KEVIN: You let go of me, man.

JAMIE: I'm not fuckin' around, Kev, tell me.

KEVIN: Fuck, dude!

JAMIE: What?

KEVIN: It ain't about your fuckin' stag, okay?

JAMIE: What, huh?

KEVIN: I heard Earl saying he's putting you on chainsaw

for the summer. That's it, man!

JAMIE: Bullshit, man! KEVIN: Fuck!

JAMIE: You don't make shit on chainsaw.

KEVIN: I know.

KEVIN: Man! God!

JAMIE: Are you okay?

KEVIN: Perfect.

Is big baby hurt?

All right, c'mon, man.

KEVIN: Fuck off, man.

JAMIE: All right. Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Oh! You little fucker! You little bastard!

You're into it now, bud.

All right, all right. That's enough. That's it.

KEVIN: Fuck you!

JAMIE: All right, come here, come here.

Come here.

KEVIN: Love you, buddy.

CHICKY: What the hell you looking for?

VOICE ON PHONE: Hello, heli-logging training,

how may I...

JAMIE: Hey, buddy. Come on.

Come on.

Sky, come on, you gotta eat buddy, come on.

Not hungry today, huh?

CHICKY: You heard anything about Reg and Carol?

KRISTA: No, like what?

KRISTA: Like what?!

KRISTA: Oh my God! Chicky, tell me!

KEVIN: ...your sister in a heartbeat.

JAMIE: Shut up!

KEVIN: Hey Chicky!

Skinny dip.

Come on, skinny dip, skinny dip.

JAMIE: Frig off, man.

You're friggin' 18, she's 25.

KEVIN: We're both at our sexual peak.

JAMIE: Oh yeah, right. Look at me Chicky.

Over here with a hard on at my sexual friggin' peak, man.

KEVIN: Shut up!

JAMIE: She can't even hear me, dude.

Hey Chick!

Chick!

KEVIN: Shut up!

JAMIE: Kev wants a date, don't you, Kev?

He's too fucking shy to ask, but he does.

CHICKY: Fuzzy, lay off him.

JAMIE: Poor little buddy.

KEVIN: Fuckin' piece of shit.

JAMIE: I'm not a piece of shit.

Your father's a piece of shit.

I don't treat you like a fishing trip

with your fuckin' father, bud.

That's not even that fuckin' high, Kev.

Let's do it man. Let's do it. You ready?

KEVIN: Hey man!

JAMIE: You ready to come with me?

Gonna be a man, huh?

You gonna be a man or a mouse, huh?

You a man or a mouse?

Come on, pussy. KEVIN: Get the fuck...

JAMIE: C'mon man, you gonna be a pussy your whole life?

KEVIN: You can go ahead, man.

JAMIE: Let's do it. C'mon.

CHICKY: Holy - do you see what you're marrying?

Hey Jamie!

Jamie, get down!

CHICKY: He's going to do it if you watch it.

KRISTA: No Jamie, get off!

JAMIE: C'mon!

KRISTA: No! CHICKY: Yes, do it!

KRISTA: Get down! CHICKY: Do it!!

KEVIN: Not so fuckin' tough now, huh?

JAMIE: Oh yeah? You ready?

Can't get away from me, buddy.

C'mon, come here.

That's it. He's goin' over.

KEVIN: No! No!

JAMIE: Say your fuckin' prayers, buddy.

KEVIN: No! Not like this!

JAMIE: Hey, check this out, man.

KEVIN: Heli-logging.

JAMIE: Yeah.

KEVIN: In B.C.

JAMIE: Mmhmm.

KEVIN: Cool.

JAMIE: So, what do you think, man?

KEVIN: Why? Are you actually thinking about it?

JAMIE: No, man, I'm fuckin' doing it.

KEVIN: Right.

Like Krista's going to leave the valley and move out there.

Hey Krista! Krista!

KRISTA: Jamie, we've gotta get to town.

JAMIE: A wife has to go where her husband goes, right?

KRISTA: Oh, is he going to town with me?

I said, a wife has to go

where her husband goes, right?

KRISTA: Okay, yes.

Now get your butt in that truck to town, Jamie.

KEVIN: Hey, Chick! Where you going?

CHICKY: Home to feed Clarence.

JAMIE: Ah, make the old fucker wait.

KEVIN: I'm gonna walk with you.

JAMIE: Hey, come on, man.

Hey dude, I'm not ready to go yet.

Kev!

Kev wants a blow job.

KEVIN: Shut the fuck up!

JAMIE: I heard him. He does.

CHICKY: Jesus, Jame!

JAMIE: Hey sis! Sis!

Save me some dinner, all right?

CHICKY: Yeah? Why should I?

JAMIE: 'Cause I'm your little brother,

you gotta take care of me.

CHICKY: Starting Saturday, I don't, do I?

KRISTA: Jamie, you coming?

We got stuff to do in town today.

C'mon.

Let's go.

KRISTA: You need to pick up your shoes today, Jamie.

JAMIE: Jesus.

KRISTA: And I need you to pick up the washing machine too.

JAMIE: Why don't you just wash at your mother's?

KRISTA: I'm not doing that. I told you.

I'm not doing that I told you.

KRISTA: Geez, you're pissy today.

JAMIE: Yeah, well I hear it every fuckin' day, you know.

KRISTA: Jamie, Danny'll be out by noon,

you can pick it up after lunch and take it to the trailer.

It'll take like two seconds, Jamie.

JAMIE: Yup.

KRISTA: 'Cause he said he'd be out by today.

That's what he said, Jamie.

Yeah, okay, I'm calling him right now.

He's got to be out by tomorrow.

But Jamie, we need that trailer.

JAMIE: I told Danny he could have the trailer

'til October, all right?

KRISTA: Yeah, right.

JAMIE: Babe, that's $2500 in cash.

KRISTA: No, Jamie! Where are we supposed to live?

Jamie! I'm not living with Clarence.

JAMIE: Well we need the money, all right?

KRISTA: But Jamie, this is the most important...

JAMIE: I don't wanna fuckin' live there either.

KRISTA: Yes but Jamie, this is the most important thing.

JAMIE: Hey, hey.

KRISTA: What?

JAMIE: We rent to Danny for a couple of months,

we got enough to fuckin' get somewhere.

KRISTA: Jamie, I don't want a honeymoon.

JAMIE: I told Danny he has it.

Like fuck...

you love me or you don't.

KRISTA: I'm marrying you, aren't I?

JAMIE: Shut up. KRISTA: Mmhmm.

KRISTA: I thought that's what we were doing, Jamie.

No. Stop it! Not here.

JAMIE: Why not?

KRISTA: Well, I was thinking...

maybe we shouldn't make love until the wedding night.

KRISTA: Yes, Jamie, it would make it more special.

JAMIE: Babe, just waiting is not gonna make you a virgin.

KRISTA: Jamie!

JAMIE: Hey, you make me wait

the minute you say I do, I'll be on you!

The minister will be like,

Hey, I said kiss the bride, not fuck her.

KRISTA: I hate it when you call it that.

JAMIE: Sorry. I said to kiss the bride,

not to make love to her.

KRISTA: Okay.

Soon as we're married,

I'm divorcing you, Jamie.

JAMIE: Yeah, right. Bullshit you are!

KRISTA: That's what I'm doing!

JAMIE: You fuckin' try that shit on me.

JAMIE: Come here.

KRISTA: No! What are you doing?!

No! Watch the road, Jamie!

KRISTA: Heyyyy!

KRISTA: No, Jamie, we gotta get to town.

JAMIE: Babe, just one second, all right?

KRISTA: No, Jamie!

JAMIE: Babe, one - one second.

KRISTA: You...

JAMIE: Hey.

Hey, buddy. Come on.

Sky, eat. Come on.

Come on, bud.

Buddy, you gotta eat, come on.

JAMIE: Sky.

JAMIE: Sky.

JAMIE: You gotta eat, bud.

CHICKY: Hey!

Coulda used a ride.

KRISTA: Sorry.

CLARENCE: Betty, look,

I called to tell you to hang on to everything.

Don't give anything away,

not a single thing that he touched, eh,

not even a toy.

You think you don't want reminders now, but you do.

You will, Betty. Betty?

CHICKY: What the hell are you calling Betty for?

CLARENCE: I was just trying to help.

So she don't do what I do and hold onto things.

ChICKY: Jesus, she's too upset to hear you.

CLARENCE: Wonder if there's gonna be

some dinner around here?

CHICKY: What the hell's this?

CLARENCE: Trav.

That's an artist rendition.

That's what he'd look like today. See?

He looks pretty good, don't he?

CHICKY: How much did this cost?

We still owe on the headstone, you know.

CHICKY: Jesus fuckin' Christ.

JAMIE: Hey.

CHICKY: Shouldn't you be working?

JAMIE: Ah fuck, I - I might be laid off.

CHICKY: I haven't heard Earl's laying off men.

JAMIE: I don't work chainsaw.

CHICKY: So what, you're fuckin' quitting?

CLARENCE: Remember how fast Trav learned to ride a bike?

JAMIE: Jesus.

Who the fuck are you talking to anyway, man?

CHICKY: Jamie, don't start on him.

CLARENCE: Oprah had this man on there

saying mothers don't talk to their kids

more than five minutes a day.

They don't know their kids from their assholes.

JAMIE: Yeah, five minutes, that's what, like

four and a half minutes longer than we ever talked, right?

CHICKY: Don't start on him.

JAMIE: Okay, Chicky, time us.

CHICKY: Jamie!

JAMIE: C'mon, say something.

To me, man.

No?

Yeah. Right.

KRISTA: Gotta pay the balance on the hall.

And I'm gonna need some extra money for the catering too.

Did you get the extra shifts?

Jamie?

Have you seen my sunglasses? I just had them.

Jamie, again?

Oh, you picked up your shoes like I said, right, Jamie?

You picked them up today, did you?

Did you?

What are you doing, Jamie?

Jamie, what are you doing?

JAMIE: I, uh...

KRISTA: Mmhmm?

JAMIE: I'll get the washer tomorrow, all right?

KRISTA: Okay. JAMIE: Okay.

KRISTA: Hey, you better.

Love ya.

JAMIE: Hey!

You and me, right?

EARL: Hey, Jamie.

JAMIE: Hey.

EARL: What's going on?

Everything okay?

JAMIE: This is my week's notice.

EARL: Oh.

JAMIE: Yeah, yeah.

EARL: Well I guess you can finish of the...

JAMIE: Yeah, I'll finish out the week, right?

EARL: Okay. Sure.

See ya.

JAMIE: Okay. All right.

Jamie!

Jamie!

KEVIN: Jamie!

JAMIE: Kev! Shit!

Shit. C'mon buddy.

JAMIE: Chick, get the door, eh? Go.

Oh shit! Shit! Come on! Come on, buddy.

I got you, eh? Come on.

All right, sit up.

KEVIN: I'll fuckin' kill you.

JAMIE: C'mon! Man! Kev, it's me! It's Jamie.

It's Jamie, okay? Come on. Stop.

KEVIN: Jamie.

JAMIE: Wait, what are you doing?

CHICKY: I'm cleaning up!

JAMIE: No, that's his fuckin' job. Come on.

CHICKY: Hey! Kevin, what happened?

JAMIE: Merv, right?

Fuck man, I warned you, didn't I?

You're a fuckin' idiot! I fuckin' told you!

CHICKY: Hey, Fuzzy! Jesus Christ!

JAMIE: I got it, all right?

CHICKY: Aren't you taking him to emergency?

JAMIE: Go to bed. Go to bed.

KEVIN: Chicky, I'm sorry.

CHICKY: It's okay, Kev.

KEVIN: I didn't mean to...

CHICKY: It's okay.

KEVIN: You're really nice to me.

I like you.

Oh God, I hate myself.

Ohhh God, I hate myself.

JAMIE: Okay, go to bed, c'mon.

CHICKY: Okay. Just go easy on him.

I hate myself.

I hate myself.

JAMIE: Okay, Kevin.

I hate myself. I hate myself.

JAMIE: Okay, okay, okay. Shhh!

Kev, shut up.

Here, look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Come on.

Fuck, man. I told you, I fuckin' told you!

KEVIN: They said if I didn't go I'd be a fag.

They made me look at his...

they said if I didn't they would cut my balls off.

JAMIE: Okay, shut up, man, just shut up!

KEVIN: They made me... they made me ...

JAMIE: I don't wanna hear it, okay?

Okay?

KEVIN: Mmhmm.

JAMIE: You gotta keep that shit to yourself, okay?

You can't tell... you can't tell anybody, okay?

You can't.

KEVIN: Make those fuckin' faggots pay.

Make 'em pay.

JAMIE: It was your own fuckin' fault, man!

JAMIE: Shit.

JAMIE: C'mon.

I'm sorry, Jamie.

JAMIE: That's okay, buddy. C'mon.

I'm sorry, Jame.

JAMIE: Shhh, no, don't, don't man, c'mon.

JAMIE: Hey Kev, don't cry. Hey.

Don't -- hey don't -- don't cry, okay.

Shhhh.

JAMIE: Fuck me! FUCK!

KEVIN: Jame...

they was talking about your stag.

They're saying they're gonna get you drunked up

and dress you up in women's clothes.

And then when you pass out,

they're gonna leave you in the Tim Horton's parking lot

dressed like that.

JAMIE: Oh.

Good thing you told me, buddy.

KEVIN: Good on me, eh, Jamie?

JAMIE: Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, good on you, Kev.

CHICKY: Jesus, Reggie.

On your own today?

REG: Carol's milking.

Hey, look what I found in the truck from the other day.

You know, you're lucky she didn't find that first.

So, do you think it's swimming season yet, or what?

Tomorrow morning, 10 o'clock,

I'll be there.

KRISTA: Mom, what do you think?

Up or down for the wedding?

I like up, because I think it's more formal or something...

KRISTA'S MOM: Krista, please, I'm watching my show.

KRISTA: Mom, I gotta get my hair right.

I like up, but Chicky says that...

KRISTA'S MOM: Krista, what do you think

is gonna happen to you in five years, huh?

Do you see your father around?

JAMIE: Ooof!

Hi.

KRISTA: If you were an animal, what would you be?

KRISTA: What?

JAMIE: You'd be a deer.

KRISTA: Yeah? JAMIE: Yeah.

KRISTA: What'd you be?

JAMIE: A wolf.

KRISTA: Yeah. A puppy.

KRISTA: Oh my god, Jamie!

JAMIE: Hey. You understand any of this?

KRISTA: No.

JAMIE: I have no clue

what they want you to do with this.

KRISTA: Jesus, I hate poetry.

JAMIE: Hey! Don't you swear.

Fuckin' potty mouth.

KRISTA: I told Dagly I don't have time to write an essay.

He said, I know, Krista,

your colour scheme is the talk of the town.

That's what he said!

JAMIE: Your butt's the talk of the town,

that's what it is.

KRISTA: No! Jamie! I have to read this poem.

JAMIE: I thought you hated poetry.

KRISTA: Yeah, but I have to read it

or I'm going to fail English.

JAMIE: You're not failing.

KRISTA: Yeah, I know.

JAMIE: Hey, Krista, you're not failing, okay?

KRISTA: Yeah, I know, Jamie.

JAMIE: You wanna end up like me, or what?

Jamie.

JAMIE: Hey, read me the poem.

What?

JAMIE: I'm serious, come on.

C'mon, read it to me.

It's supposed to be romantic, isn't it?

KRISTA: I'm no good.

JAMIE: I don't give a shit.

Come here.

"I am a bird cage ..."

KRISTA: Okay, yeah. Yeah, okay. I can read.

JAMIE: "... a bone cage..."

KRISTA: I can read!

"I am a bird cage.

A bone cage with a bird.

The bird in my bone cage,

is death that makes its nest.

It's a bird held captive.

Would it not like to fly away.

Is it you who holds it back?

Is it me?

What is it?

It cannot leave until it has eaten everything.

It will have my soul in its beak."

KRISTA: I have no idea what it means.

JAMIE: No.

KRISTA: Hey. JAMIE: Mmm.

KRISTA: You okay?

JAMIE: No.

KRISTA: Hey, hey, Jamie.

You and me.

JAMIE: Yeah.

JAMIE: Hey, that's for the turkey dinner

and whatever.

KRISTA: Where you going?

JAMIE: Town, woman!

JAMIE: Hey Dad.

Dad!

JAMIE: Hey, did you get your disability, yet?

CLARENCE: Yeah.

JAMIE: All right, well just don't blow it

on smokes, all right?

And you should pay some stuff this month with the...

with the wedding.

CLARENCE: Betty's burying her boy, eh?

JAMIE: Yeah. Yeah, I heard.

CLARENCE: I tried to tell her to keep all his toys

and everything. I told her.

It's too empty, isn't it?

JAMIE: All right, man,

just don't blow it on smokes, all right?

JAMIE: Hey Kev, come on, you're coming with me, man.

JAMIE: Yeah, up.

KEVIN: It's stuck. Wait, it's stuck.

JAMIE: There you go.

JAMIE: Hey, light me.

JAMIE: What?

You look fuckin' awesome, man.

Aw, girls'll love it, man.

You'll finally get a chick now.

JAMIE: Fuckin' Merv!

Fuckin' cocksucker!

JAMIE: Oh fuck!

JAMIE: What the fuck!

KEVIN: There, you're good.

JAMIE: Ah, shit.

JAMIE: Fuck! C'mon man, it's not fuckin' funny.

Jesus Christ.

Alright c'mon, you go down there. C'mon.

All right, here we go. Up.

KEVIN: I can't.

JAMIE: Grab it. Ah Jesus!

JAMIE: There.

I'll be in in a minute.

JAMIE: Come on, bud.

Come on.

It's okay. It's okay, buddy.

Hey Sky, come here. Come eat, come eat.

Sky, come on, bud.

Sky!

KRISTA: Oh my God, Jamie, what are you wearing?

You're not really going out like that, right?

JAMIE: A little surprise for Merv, right Kev?

KRISTA: Jamie, what is this? No!!!

JAMIE: Come here.

KRISTA: Kev, what did you do to your face?

KEVIN: It's pretty fuckin' cool, right?

KRISTA: Well isn't he gonna look great

in our wedding photos, Jamie.

JAMIE: I think it's pretty fuckin' cool.

KRISTA: Did you get the washing machine?

JAMIE: Yeah, I got it. But I'm gonna warn ya,

it's a piece of shit.

KRISTA: What are you talking about?

It's like two years old. It doesn't have a scratch on it.

KRISTA: What are you laughing at?

Where is it?

JAMIE: It's in the shed.

KEVIN: What the fuck?

Fuckin' bitch.

JAMIE: Hey! Hey man, don't.

KEVIN: She's gonna fuckin' kill you.

JAMIE: No.

Hey, you need some more eye shadow, Kev.

KEVIN: I don't know if I can do this, man.

JAMIE: Hey look man, if you don't get Merv back,

he's gonna have your balls forever.

You fuck him up...

hey, look at me...

you fuck him up, right?

He's got nothing on you, right?

Let's get fucked up, bud.

KEVIN: Fuck.

JAMIE: That's how it's done, buddy.

KEVIN: Here goes nothin'.

JAMIE: All right!

KEVIN: Oh God dammit! JAMIE:

JAMIE: Buddy!

JAMIE: Sloppy!

Fuckin' sloppy. You're a mess.

KEVIN: Just like Chicky, buddy.

KRISTA: What did you do to it?

It's not funny.

Jamie, what happened?

KEVIN: It fell out of the truck.

KRISTA: You didn't tie it on?

JAMIE: Hey, I told you, we don't need a washer.

KRISTA: Then how am I supposed to do our laundry?

JAMIE: At your mother's, for fuck sake.

KRISTA: She's not going to help us!

Uhhh.

Jamie!

That's $150 gone, Jamie.

Jamie!

JAMIE: Yeah, okay.

Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, right Kev?

KRISTA: That's so stupid.

JAMIE: Come on, butthead. Come here.

KRISTA: No. JAMIE: Come on.

KRISTA: No! Jamie! Stop!

JAMIE: I'm sorry, okay?

KRISTA: Jamie, call me.

JAMIE: C'mon, let's get your dress on,

and go fuck with Merv. All right?

All right, c'mon kid.

Ohhh ohh oh.

JAMIE: Put it on.

KEVIN: Let me fuckin' get my arms into it, idiot.

It's fuckin' upside down.

JAMIE: You're not looking half bad, man.

JAMIE: All right. Let's go. AHHH!

JAMIE: Ohhh! Fuck man!

KEVIN: Fuckin' asshole!

WOMEN: SURPRISE!!

CHICKY: Okay, ready? KRISTA: Yeah.

KRISTA: I taught him, Allie!

CHICKY: Shhhhh!

Jesus, Carol.

CAROL: I just wanted to say congrats.

KRISTA: Thank you.

CAROL: Oh!

I think it just kicked.

KRISTA: You're pregnant?

CAROL: Yah, but keep it on the down low.

Reg and me aren't telling people just yet.

But anyway, congrats.

KRISTA: She just came to say it.

He's gonna be an ugly baby.

CHICKY: Mmm.

MAN: Hey, what's up baby?

JAMIE: Hey boys!

JAMIE: You think I look cute, man?

MERV: What?

JAMIE: You think I look cute, huh?

EVERYONE: Ohhh!!

JAMIE: Kev, come here. Kev. Come on.

Shit.

JAMIE: You fuckin'...

You touch him again, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

HANK: You gonna let Jamie fight all your wars for you buddy?

JAMIE: Hey! Back off! Hey! don't touch him.

Let's go. Let's go, go!

KRISTA and CHICKY:

CHICKY: Shhh! Be quiet.

KRISTA: Oh my God.

CHICKY: You lost.

KRISTA: Nooo! CHICKY: Yes.

KRISTA: What are you gonna say when you see Reg?

CHICKY: Congratu- fuckin'-lations.

KRISTA: You should get pregnant too.

CHICKY: I've been on the pill since I was 16.

KRISTA: I can't wait to have Jamie's babies.

CHICKY: Don't marry him.

CHICKY: I'm serious.

He can be so hard. You've seen him be hard.

KRISTA: He won't be like that when he's happy.

With you?

KRISTA: Yeah, with me.

He wants to marry me.

CHICKY: Mmm KRISTA: Yeah.

CHICKY: Why?

CHICKY: Why?

CHICKY: Jesus.

If he marries you, he's never gonna leave.

KRISTA: Yeah, why should he leave?

He's got a job here.

CHICKY: He told Earl he's quitting.

Krista, would you go with him

if he ever got work someplace else?

Wait one year.

Have the wedding next year.

KRISTA: I can't.

CHICKY: Why not?

KRISTA: He loves...

CHICKY: They all do.

What good does that do you?

CHICKY: Krista!

JAMIE: Hey man.

He knows why we did it, all right?

That's all that fuckin' matters.

KEVIN: Well he's gonna try to get you back now.

JAMIE: Yeah.

Yeah, I...

I don't really give a shit.

I'm fuckin' outta here, dude.

This place is...

ah, fuck 'em. Bunch of fucking idiots.

Yeah, hi, hey, hi, hey.

Oh yeah, no problem, I got all fucking day here so ...

JAMIE: Yeah, hi, hey, hi.

I'm calling about the ad you ran in the paper out here.

Nova Scotia, yeah, yeah.

No, I'm really interested

in joining your heli-logging team, all right?

Pilot.

No, no, sorry -- training.

You know, the training to be a pilot.

You know, I'd be one of those guys

that flies the logs out. Yeah, yeah.

Now listen, listen, I've got a shit ton of experience

in the woods.

I've worked the processor,

it'll be fuckin' four years now, right?

So, you know, that's -- like I said,

I got a ton of experience.

Yeah. Yeah, I've worked chainsaw but --

look, listen, listen, I'm...

I'm looking to do the heli-logging training,

all right, okay?

Well...

can you put my name on the waiting list now or...

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, I got a pen and paper and everything.

Yeah, go ahead. Go.

Yeah, right. Hey, hey listen,

I got this buddy, you know, and he's...

and he's looking to do the heli-logging too,

and this guy, I mean he's...

he's got more experience than me,

so it shouldn't fuckin' matter, but...

he didn't graduate from high school.

Right? But he's got the GED thing.

Yeah. Right. Well, I mean...

and how much does that actually count towards the...

Yeah, right.

Wait, $4,000?

I'm just fuckin' with you.

Get on board, buddy.

JAMIE: Fuck you!

JAMIE: Well, fuck me, man. Fuck.

Fuck that shit.

KEVIN: Hey, Chicky!

CHICKY: Jesus!

What are you doing up there, Kev?

KEVIN: Jumping, yo.

CHICKY: Yeah? KEVIN: Yeah.

CHICKY: Why are you in such a hurry to mess yourself up?

CHICKY: Not working today?

KEVIN: Nah. Been up to the shop.

CHICKY: Yeah?

Finish Jamie and Krista's gift?

KEVIN: Here.

Yeah. I made you something too.

CHICKY: Mmm? KEVIN: Yeah.

CHICKY: What?

KEVIN: Come here and see it.

Give me a kiss first.

CHICKY: No.

Can I... please? Thank you.

A baby porcupine. Oh, it's cute.

KEVIN: Yeah, well maybe it's road kill.

CHICKY: Kev, you're really good at this stuff.

KEVIN: Not good enough for a kiss?

Come on Chicky, a real kiss.

CHICKY: No! KEVIN: Come on.

CHICKY: Kevin! Jesus!

You don't have to... prove anything to me, okay?

KEVIN: What the fuck does that mean?

CHICKY: Nothing. KEVIN: Prove what?

CHICKY: Nothing!

KEVIN: No! What the fuck did they say about me?

CHICKY: No, they didn't...

KEVIN: Come here. CHICKY: Hey!

KEVIN: Come here!

CHICKY: Fuck! You fuckin' touch me again,

I'm telling Reg.

KEVIN: Chicky!

Can you just fuckin'...

I made it for you.

Chicky!

CHICKY: Fuck!

FUCK!!

FUCK YOU!!

JAMIE: Fuck!

Fuck!

Shit.

JAMIE: Hey!

CLARENCE: Jesus!

JAMIE: Sorry. Did I scare you?

CLARENCE: Yeah. Ha ha ha.

JAMIE: Oh Jesus, and you kinda look like shit, huh?

Hey, what's that? What is that?

JAMIE: What the fuck are you doing out here?

CLARENCE: Same as you.

JAMIE: Same as me what?

Hey, hey.

Wanna go for a swim?

JAMIE: You and me.

CLARENCE: No.

JAMIE: Hey, listen...

what'd I want to be when I grew up, huh?

CLARENCE: Trav wanted to be a soldier.

JAMIE: Yeah.

Yeah.

JAMIE: Hey!

Why'd you put me in retarded math, man?

You...

you let those teachers fuck me.

Hey! Wait.

Why?

CLARENCE: What was I supposed to do?

When those teachers told me,

"You put Jamie in this class, he'll get better marks," hey?

I was...

my wife left me, my son died.

He died. What was I supposed to do?

REG: Hey Jamie.

Jamie.

JAMIE: Hey.

REG: Hey, look... shit, man.

You know, they're burying Betty's kid's tomorrow?

JAMIE: Yeah.

REG: Well I was up there, I was checking out the site,

and uh...

it's Trav's grave.

REG: Somebody fucked it up.

REG: There's like a spot next to the headstone,

like a hole's been dug,

and then there's a pile a dirt

like whoever dug the hole was trying to fill it back up.

REG: You hearing me?

JAMIE: Yeah, yeah.

REG: I can get you some sod. We can clean it up. You good?

JAMIE: Yeah.

REG: All right.

JAMIE: Hey, Dad?

KRISTA: Jame.

JAMIE: Is he here, or...

KRISTA: No. Why?

KRISTA: They're cold, Jamie.

JAMIE: Yeah.

KRISTA: You've gotta stop doing that, Fuzzy.

JAMIE: Hey, don't.

Don't you call me that. Don't.

KRISTA: Chicky does.

JAMIE: I don't want you to, all right?

JAMIE: Come here.

Say my name.

KRISTA: Why?

JAMIE: Well Mom said, "Jamie" like,

"What are you up to now, you little shit?"

KRISTA: Oh, Jamie.

JAMIE: And then Clarence he...

Clarence says Jamie, like not Trav, you know? Like um ...

KRISTA: Jamie, stop. Stop. Jamie.

JAMIE: There.

KRISTA: What?

JAMIE: Even when you're pissed with me, you...

you say Jamie like...

KRISTA: Like what?

Jamie.

JAMIE: Yeah, like that. Like...

like there's a chance of something in me.

Jamie.

Jamie. Jamie.

Want to?

JAMIE: No, no, no.

I'm saving myself for marriage.

I...

I've got to take a trip to the vet before supper.

Sky's not looking too good. His eyes are all milky,

he's loosing his feathers.

KRISTA: Half of what you rescue dies.

Is that why you're quitting?

Chicky told me.

JAMIE: Babe, I don't work chainsaw, okay? I can't.

KRISTA: Jamie, that don't make no sense.

You hate what the processor does,

but you won't work chainsaw?

Jamie, you gotta have a job.

Jamie, look at me! What is going on?!

Why did you quit, Jamie?

JAMIE: Krista, in 10 years there won't be jobs

here anymore, okay?

Babe, in 10 years there won't be fuckin' trees in this valley.

KRISTA: What are you talking about?

It's like woods all the way to town.

That's like 40 kilometers.

JAMIE: No. No babe,

then you don't know what you're looking at, all right.

All along the road, that's not woods anymore.

What you're seeing, it's...

it's a screen of trees, all right?

Maybe two, three tiers deep,

and behind that is hectares

and hectares of clear cut.

Everything has just been

chewed up and spit right out.

That's why...

listen I...

KRISTA: What?

JAMIE: No, don't. Just...

I'm not saying we could afford to do it right away,

okay, but ...

KRISTA: Okay. What?

KEVIN: Clarence!

Hey, Clarence!

Where the fuck's Clarence?

Huh? Is he here?

CHICKY: Kevin, what the hell is going on?

KEVIN: They're burying Betty's boy tomorrow.

CHICKY: Yeah.

KEVIN: And Reg went to check the grave site,

and they've been fuckin' with Trav's grave.

CHICKY: What?

Who has?

KEVIN: Merv. Fuckin' Merv.

CHICKY: Why would he mess with Trav's grave?

KEVIN: He got his fuckin' ass kicked at Jamie's stag,

so he's paying him back.

CHICKY: Jamie?

KEVIN: Fuck!

JAMIE: Kev...

you go get sod from Reg, okay?

KEVIN: What about Merv?

CHICKY: You don't even know it was him.

KEVIN: He did it!

Jamie, I know it he fuckin' did it.

JAMIE: Meet me at the grave, all right?

We'll make it look like nothing happened

for Betty tomorrow.

KEVIN: No, man, I got it.

Then I'm gonna get that son of a bitch.

CHICKY: Jamie?

You seen Dad?

Jamie!

CHICKY: I don't think even Merv

would do something like that.

JAMIE: It don't matter to Kev who did it.

He needs it to be Merv.

He's gotta take him on,

if he wants to fuckin' live around here anyway.

CHICKY: Jesus.

You find out who did it

and I'll beat the crap outta them myself.

CHICKY: What are we gonna do when Clarence finds out, hmm?

JAMIE: Fuck, I don't know.

CHICKY: Jamie?

Jamie?!

JAMIE: Yeah, what, huh? What?

CHICKY: Jesus.

I can't stand living with you sometimes.

JAMIE: What the fuck do you want me to do, huh?

CHICKY: Act like you have feelings,

a fuckin' heart.

JAMIE: Ah, fuck off.

CHICKY: You didn't use to be like this before.

JAMIE: Before when, huh?

CHICKY: I don't know.

Before Trav died.

Before you quit school, started drinking every day.

JAMIE: You know what I feel these days?

CHICKY: What?

JAMIE: Nothing.

CHICKY: Why don't you just tell me.

JAMIE: No, nothing.

You know, shaking inside that machine.

Hearing everything outside just get tore up.

No. Jesus Christ.

CHICKY: Call that heli-logging yet?

JAMIE: Yeah.

CHICKY: So you're going?

JAMIE: Soon as I get the money together, yeah. Yeah.

CHICKY: You quit your job.

JAMIE: Jesus.

Danny's renting the trailer 'til spring, all right?

We'll have enough to get out there by then.

CHICKY: You might have paid off the fuckin' wedding by then.

JAMIE: Fuckin', you and Krista. CHICKY: Why are you...

JAMIE: What?

CHICKY: Why the fuck are you marrying her?

JAMIE: 'Cause I need one person out there

who fuckin' knows me.

CHICKY: You marry her, and she'll stop you from going.

JAMIE: No. No, no, no. Krista's going too.

Don't -- don't ...

CHICKY: Jesus, you're a stupid married man,

and you're not even fuckin' married yet.

JAMIE: You know sis,

old Reg, he's just using you up.

What the fuck are you sticking around for, huh?

CHICKY: Fuck you.

JAMIE: No fuck you.

JAMIE: Fuck off.

CHICKY: You can't save something that's half dead, Jame.

JAMIE: Fuck, I'm tired. How 'bout you?

CHICKY: Get outta here.

JAMIE: All right, it's okay. You can go.

You can go. Go on.

Go on, Sky.

BANK MANAGER: What size of loan are you thinking about here?

JAMIE: 40K.

BANK MANAGER: 40K, okay.

And business, personal?

JAMIE: Yeah, personal. Yeah, yeah.

BANK MANAGER: Personal, okay. And right now, ballpark,

what would you say your annual income is?

JAMIE: 20, maybe 24K.

BANK MANAGER: 24? Okay. Okay, great.

Well let me bring up your account here

and I'll see what we can find out.

Okay. So, you don't have a whole lot of credit history

that I'm seeing here.

You don't have any credit cards, lines of credit,

anything like that.

JAMIE: No. No, nothing, yeah.

BANK MANAGER: Okay. Well that makes it a bit trickier,

but it's not impossible. With your income right now,

and no credit history it means you'll need a guarantor.

Oh, sorry, a guarantor is a co-signer,

someone who'll vouch for you and sign with you.

JAMIE: Oh yeah, well, I'm getting married, so yeah.

BANK MANAGER: Oh hey, great, yeah. Congrats.

JAMIE: Yeah, thanks so ...

BANK MANAGER: All right, okay.

So your guarantor just needs to be someone who's at least 18,

and who has an annual salary of about $35,000.

For most people your age, that would be a parent.

Could that be an option for you?

JAMIE: Yeah, let's do it. All right.

BANK MANAGER: Great. Okay.

JAMIE: Dad!

Dad!

JAMIE: Fuck you!

You fucker. Fuck.

KRISTA: Hey, you look nice, Chick.

JAMIE: You ready?

KRISTA: Yeah.

JAMIE: Yeah?

JAMIE: Hey, wait.

KRISTA: I can't wait.

JAMIE: and KRISTA:

KRISTA: Okay. Jamie and Kev. No, no! You're not wrestling.

KEVIN: Can we fight?

KRISTA: No!

KRISTA: All right, go 'round the back.

KRISTA: If you guys just want to stand together.

You're looking good.

KRISTA: Just so we get one of like, the front.

KRISTA: Chicky, maybe help me check my make-up?

JAMIE: Jesus Christ, man. It's fuckin' unreal, bud.

Fuckin' unreal.

KEVIN: Jamie?

I'm gonna get Merv tonight.

JAMIE: Okay, man. You...

you handle it, all right.

All right.

JAMIE: I don't even know...

you know, I'm sure Trav would love to know

you was digging up his fuckin' jersey, man you...

Why?

I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Why would you do that, huh?

CLARENCE: He was my son.

Yeah, your son.

CLARENCE: What I did didn't hurt Trav none.

JAMIE: Oh Travis.

Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis, Travis...

CLARENCE: He knows I did it 'cause I missed

watching the games together.

JAMIE: Fuck, come on, man!

You know, if Trav was alive right now

he'd be cursing you out, same as me...

CLARENCE: He would not be. He wouldn't.

JAMIE: Look at me.

You're nothing to me.

KRISTA: Jamie, c'mon. Let's go.

KRISTA: I promise to support and care for you,

to stand by your side

and always be there for you,

no matter what happens,

what challenges we face.

I will always love you.

You and me

against the world.

MINISTER: And Jamie, do you take Krista,

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

To love, serve, and protect,

in sickness and in health

'til death do you part?

Jamie?

JAMIE: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I do.

EARL: Yeah, you're the spitting image

of your old man on his big day.

JAMIE: 80K a year, man.

Just gotta know some basic math.

Fuckin' easy shit.

Yeah.

Maybe you'll finally be able to fix that leak

in the trailer, huh?

JAMIE: Yeah.

DANNY: Yeah. Fuckin' B.C. Jame.

I'm proud of you, bud.

KRISTA: What are you two girls talking about?

DANNY: You two heading to B.C., Krista.

KRISTA: What?

DANNY: Congrats! I mean it.

KRISTA: We're not going to B.C. Right Jamie?

KRISTA: Jamie, we're not going to B.C.

We got land here.

JAMIE: Am I like my dad?

KRISTA: Jamie...

KRISTA: Jamie.

DANNY: Don't worry about him. He'll walk it off.

KRISTA: Jamie?

Jamie!

JAMIE: All right, get in.

KEVIN: Ohhhh.

Ohhhh.

KRISTA: Jamie, you're scaring me.

JAMIE: I love you. I love you.

JAMIE: Hey.

CHICKY: What you doing down here?

JAMIE: Down here in the dark's where I fit.

CHICKY: Yeah? Where's Krista?

JAMIE: Ahhh. She...

she don't wanna ruin that white thing she's wearing.

CHICKY: Mmm. Wow. What's that?

Three hours of wedded bliss?

JAMIE: Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

CHICKY: I'm going.

JAMIE: Oh, yeah?

CHICKY: Yeah.

JAMIE: Where are you...

where you going to?

CHICKY: No idea. Just away.

JAMIE: You taking Reg with you?

CHICKY: I'm a lay to him.

CHICKY: Here. Maybe Krista'd like it.

I'm scared.

If I'm still here tomorrow

and he comes around smiling, so...

I'm going.

JAMIE: Good, sis.

Yeah, good on ya.

CHICKY: What about you?

JAMIE: Oh.

Ohhh.

CHICKY: What if I get a place,

out by the heli-logging, hmm?

You and Krista come stay with me.

JAMIE: Yeah. Yeah, sounds good, sis.

CHICKY: I mean it.

JAMIE: Fucking eh, huh?

CHICKY: You're married now.

We can leave together?

JAMIE: Yeah. Yeah, next spring, all right?

CHICKY: Why not now?

JAMIE: Do you know how much it costs to fly a helicopter

from this life to a new one?

CHICKY: You called and you...

JAMIE: Forty thousand dollars.

CHICKY: Fuzzy, that...

JAMIE: Yeah.

Yeah, I...

I don't even have the GED, Chick.

I'm a clown.

I keep trying to convince myself I'm good,

you know, but I know.

Why am I like this?

CHICKY: Jamie, you can learn that math.

You're not dumb.

JAMIE: Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

CHICKY: I can't wait 'til next spring.

I gotta go...

before I fall down that Reg well all over again.

JAMIE: You going or what, huh?

CHICKY: I'll call.

JAMIE: Yeah.

Hey! Hey.

You were a mother of a sister to me, Chicky.

CHICKY: Krista's problem now.

JAMIE: Yeah.

Jamie?

Jamie!

Jamie, look at my dress!

It's ruined!

Mud won't come out either, Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie!

JAMIE: Hey! Nice dress. You look like a ghost.

KRISTA: It's wrecked thanks to you.

Get down here, Jamie. Get your shoes on.

JAMIE: You're not the boss of me, woman!

KRISTA: You were the one telling everyone

we were going to B.C., Jamie.

I never said I would go to B.C.!

KRISTA: Don't be doing that!

You're not jumping, Jamie, you hear me?

YOU - ARE - NOT - JUMPING!

KRISTA: Jamie, if you jump,

I'm never going to talk to you again!

I'll be like Chicky's being to me,

for the rest of our lives, Jamie.

I - WON'T - TALK TO YOU!

JAMIE!

YOU FRIGGIN' JAMIE!

JAMIE: Krista, call my name.

If you call my name just...

just once, you just...

just say, Jamie.

I'll come out of the water and...

and you'll dance in your wedding dress and...

and maybe...

maybe I can...

All's you gotta say is, Jamie.

You just...

say...

KRISTA: I swear to God.

I swear to God I...

I swear to God!

Oh my God, I swear to God.

Jamie.

I told you not to!

I TOLD YOU. YOU...

Shit!

I HATE YOU!

YOU FUCKING FUCKER!

KRISTA: Please.

Please.

Jamie.