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Cousin�Leon:�It�all�started with�my�dad's�dresser.
Five�drawers�high,�and the�top�drawer�was�actually
two�drawers,
and�one�on�the�left...
had�it�all.
I�rummaged�through�that�drawer every�day,�touching�everything,
little�pocket�knives, broken�watch,
and�a�deck�of�playing�cards with�sexy�ladies�on�them.
I�wanted�to�marry the�three�of�clubs�so�bad.
In�many�ways,
I'm�still chasing�that�top-left�drawer.
It's�ruined�everything.
My�name�is�Cousin�Leon,
and�I'm�a�rummager.
Uh...
this�is�a�book�club�meeting.
?�Yes,�I�can�love�you,�baby�?
?�All�night�long�?
Roger:�This�is�Laughingstick in�the�Morning.
Shack�up�season is�on�the�horizon,
the�fifth�season�on�the�rez.
And�like�desperate squirrels�gathering�nuts,
people�are�rushing�around,
trying�to�hook�up�ahead of�the�long,�cold�winter.
Speaking�of�hook-ups,
Rose�and�Stephen�Harper are�getting�married�soon,
and�Paul�will�be�the�best�man.
Will�he�ever�find someone�to�shack�up�with?
-�Ronny:�Fok! -�Roger:�Who�knows?
Pants�is�all�fucked�up!
?�I�can't�believe�?
?�My�fucking�eyes�?
?�I�wanna�shack�up�with�you (Fuckin'�love�you)�?
Stupid�BMX,
the�pants�got�caught�in�the gears�doing�power�slides.
Believe�it�or�not,�the�same thing�used�to�happen�to�me.
Here.
You're�Chief�Jo's�bro,�huh?
Barely�recognize you�in�that�tie.
-�What�the�fuck�is�this�shit? -�I�can�help.
Oh,�have�at�'er.
You�like�mac�and�cheese?
With...�cut�up�wieners?
Is�there�any�other�way?
Not�that�I�know�of.
I�gotta�go. I've�got�business�things�to�do.
Yeah,�same.�My�buds�are�waiting.
Oh.�Hey,�I�almost forgot�to�give�you�your�tape.
It's�funny,�eh?�Tape,
how�it�can,�uh,�stick two�things�together.
Like...�rez�dogs?
Well,�I'd�invite�you over�to�my�house,�but,�uh,
Dad's�building�it�onto�his.
Guess�who's�going to�have�her�own�door?
(clicking�tongue) This�chick�right�here.
You�could�come�to�my�place.
I'd�like�that.
See�you�later.
Jo:�So,�what�do�you�think about�your�new�high�school?
I�don't�know,�Ma.
This�place�is a�pile�of�hot�trash.
You�sure�this�is gonna�be�ready�in�time?
It's�got�some�good�bones�in�it.
(thudding)
(crashing)
Chickadee:�Yeah,�broken�bones.
It�just�needs a�bit�of�elbow�grease.
It�looks�uneven.
Dean:�Ah,�chill,�bro.
My�father�is not�a�chill�guy,�Dean.
Look,�I�haven't�told�anybody this�before,�Dean,�but...
well,�this�company�has�been in�my�family�since�the�1600s.
My�father�is�Sir�William Northstore�IV,
a�direct�descendant�of Sir�William�Northstore,
who�founded�the�company.
And,�uh, well,�as�you�can�imagine,
my�family�has a�difficult�history.
Sir�William�I�came�to�this continent�in�search�of�riches.
Before�long, he�built�an�empire�on�furs,
but�he�didn't�share any�of�that�with�your�ancestors.
Dean:�Oh,�so�you�greased�us.
Greg:�Yeah,�Dean.
He�built�posts�all�over,�moving your�people�out�of�the�way
and�getting�richer by�the�second.
Whoa,�bro!
We�have�way�more in�common�than�you�think.
-�How's�that? -�We�both�think�your�dad�sucks.
I�swear,�you�want�to�get anything�done�around�here,
you�got�to�do�it�yourself.
Cousin�Leon: Heard�you�could�use�a�hand.
What�are�you�still�doing�here,
you�greasy�dirtbag?
Never�left.
So,�you've�just�been�lurking around,�like�some�kind�of�lurk?
Come�on.�Let�me�help. It's�my�way�to�apologize.
You�wanna�help? Grab�a�scrub�brush.
Ma,�you�can't�be�serious.
You�can�start�by�washing all�the�weenuks�off�the�wall.
No�problem.
Yeesh!
This�one�could use�some�antibiotics.
Ronny:�Ugh.�Is�this�vegetables?
Uh,�it's�actually called�parsley.
French�people�do�it.
Oh,�hard�pass.
But,�uh,�it's�okay.
I�bring�my�own pepperettes�anyway.
So,�I�was�thinking,�maybe�later, we�could�go�for�a�walk.
Fok!�Bit�my�fok'n�tongue!
You�okay?
Yeah,�it's�just because�I�eat�real�fast.
(phone�chiming)
As�I�was�saying,
maybe�later, you�and�I�can�go�for�a�walk.
Or�maybe�we�can play�some�cribbage.
Are�you�ignoring�me�right�now?
No,�it's�just my�buddies�want�me�to�come�by,
so�we�can ghost-ride�bikes�later.
-�Oh,�yeah? -�You�ever�do�that?
It's�when you�run�beside�your�bike,
and�you�take�it�up�a�hill...
(whispering:) ...you�push�it�down,
and�you�watch�it�crash.
I�mean,�that�sounds cool,�if�that's...
something�you're�into.
Nah,�that's�fine.
I'm�going�to�stay�here and�we're�gonna�play...
"crimmage".
I'm�going�to�make�some�juice.
Juice.
Seems�a�little�crooked.
I�checked�it�with�a�level.
No�matter,�I�didn't come�here�to�look�at�signs.
I�came�here�to�talk�to�my�son.
-�Alone. -�Oh.
Yes,�back�to�work. Back�to�work,�everybody.
Oh.
You�there,�worker. Had�a�long�journey,
fetch�me�a�coffee.
Worker? (chuckling)
You�got�the�wrong�bro,�bro.
I�just�gave�you�a�direct�order.
Look,�man.
I�ain't�no�corporate�sell-out,
button�down,�corn-fed, buttoned--
Okay,�Dean,�hey.
Why�don't�you�go�cool�off?
Okay,�man.
I�will�cool�off.
I�trust�you'll�burn�that ,as�per�North�Store�policy?
Yes,�sir.
Oh.�Those�are�our number�one�seller.
Gregory,�I'm�afraid
you're�being taken�advantage�of�here.
You've�always been�such�a...�pushover
I�don't�know�about�that, Dad.�I...
Okay.
Have�one�on�my�tab,�bro.
Roger�(on�radio:)�Sorry,�Hilda. I've�told�you�a�million�times,
I�don't�know where�to�get�a�hitman.
What's�your fascination�with�hitmen?
Painted�over�every weenuk�in�the�school,
all�83�of�them.
Hey,�thanks,�Leon.
Roger:�This�one's�for�all�of�you working�away�at�the�school.
(twangy�rock�music playing�on�radio)
I�love�this�one!
Me�too!
Turn�it�up!
(twangy�rock�music playing�on�radio)
This�is�too�much.
(twangy�rock�music playing�on�radio)
?
Ho'leh.
Nice�dance�moves.
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(both�laughing)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
This�Leon's�not�too�bad.
Told�you,�Cousin�Leon's�dead.
All�right, let's�get�back�to�work.
Hey,�do�you�wanna pass�me�that�tape?
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(chuckling)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
Do�you�just�see�the�future?
Yeah.�You?
Yeah.
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(woman�singing�in Indigenous�language)
(wind�gusting)
She�fuckin'�greased�me?
(knocking)
Hey,�Paul.
I'm�sorry�I�greased�you.
Here,�I,�uh...
brought�you�something.
Try�one.
Pepperettes?
Go�ahead,�help�yourself.
(chuckling)
How�can�I�make�it�up�to�you?
You�want�to�come ghost-ride�bikes�with�me?
No.�I've�got�plans�with�my�mom.
Oh,�moms�love�me,�bro.
Okay. So,�you�want�to�come�over?
Yeah,�I�want�to�meet�your�moms.
-�Really? -�Yeah.
Oh,�nut�shot!�Psych!
Ow!
This�is�so�crazy,�hey?
You,�me.
It's�not�that�crazy.
Well,�I�just�mean,�like,
I'm�the�chief
and�you...�are�Leon.
It's�not�that�crazy.
You�want�some�more�ice�cream?
Sure.
Why'd�you�do�that?
Do�what?
Take�your�purse.
It�was�just�sitting�out and�I�thought...
I�want�to�freshen�up and�my�makeup's�in�there.
You�thought I�was�going�to�rummage.
No,�no.
I�know�that�you've�changed.
Chickadee:�Ma,�you�home?�Ma...
-�Hide!�Hide! -�...why�is�the�door�locked?
You�weren't�at�the�school. Still�a�shitload�of�work�to�do.
I�was�just�on�my�way�over�there.
You're�acting�weird.
Let's�go�get�some snacks�on�the�way.
You�don't�want�any�snacks? Now,�that's�weird.
Let's�go.
(sobbing) Who�wants�spaghetti?
Oh,�that's�you�crying.
Thought�Nelson lost�his�mom�again.
I'm�not�crying.
There�just�must�be�onions in�these�spaghetti�cans.
This�is�about your�dad,�isn't�it?
He�makes�me�feel�so�small.
You�know�what�the�cure is�for�feeling�small?
It's�getting�big.
And�you�know�who famously�said�that?
I�can't...
Me!�And�you�know what�else�I�said?
I�said,�it's�time�for�you
to�get�out�from�under your�dad's�bullshit�and�quit.
Dean,�I�can't�just�quit.
If�you're�a�descendant of�Sir�William,
then�you�are�bound�by a�lifetime�contract.
It's�signed right�out�of�the�womb.
The�only�way�out is�through�death.
Or�firing,�but�I�haven't�figured out�how�I�could�get�fired.�I...
Greg,�you've�come to�the�right�guy.
You�came�to�me.
(sniffing)
Oh,�that�smells�great,�Angus.
Agnes!�It's�Agnes.
Oh,�well,�thank�you
for�picking�the�parsleys out�of�my�soup,�Agnes.
No�problem,�Ronny.
-�So,�you�like�bikes,�Ronny? -�Mm-hmm.�Mmm...
You�know,�if�you�eat too�fast,�you�could...
Fuck!
Oww!�Every�fuckin'�time!
(groaning)
It's�like�watching a�crow�eat�roadkill.
Oh,�hey,�I�almost�forgot. Yo,�Angus,�can�you�microwave
some�of�these pocket�rockets�please?
But�just�for a�little�bit,�not�too�long.
Sure�thing,�Ronny.
Ronny:�These�babies taste�awesome�warmed�up.
Agnes:�Heating�them�up!
You�know�I�call the�pepperettes�my�babies,
'cause�I'm�never, ever�having�kids.
(belching)
Leon,�can�we�talk?
Oh,�you�brought�your�purse.
Aren't�you�worried I�might�rummage?
Admit�it,�you've�done some�shady�shit�in�the�past.
But�cleaning�all�those weenuks�meant�something.
Those�weenuks did�mean�something�to�me.
-�You're�full�of�moo. -�I�am�not.
I�can�fok'n�smell�it�from�here.
Okay,�then!
Come�to�Rose's�wedding�with�me.
Like�a�date?
Not�really.
Come�with�me�as�a�person�who just�happens�to�be�with�me,
together�at�the�same�time in�the�same�place.
Shit's�confusing.
Call�it�a�pre-date.
Okay.
Ronny:�Mmm.
Mmm... Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
Mmm...
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
The�fuck?
You�ready�bro?
Yeah!
All�right, it's�getting�fired�time.
-�Yeah! -�Yeah!
(screaming)
?
(growling)
(screaming)
Dean:�Whoo!
Come�with�me.�Now!
Excuse�us.
-�Hey. -�Hi.
There's�something I�want�you�to�have.
What�is�it?
It's�beautiful.
Just�like�you.
I�love�it.
It�used�to�be�my�mom's.
She�told�me...
to�give�it�to�someone special�someday.
Oh,�that's�so�sweet.
No�way!
They�have�those little�sliders�I�love.
You�want�one?
Uh,�yeah,�sure,�okay.
Be�right�back.
My�pin!
Someone�stole�my�Bumblebee�pin!
Ooh,�if�I�had�that�hitman,�none of�this�would�have�happened!
I�know�what�you're�trying�to�do.
Well�then,�do�it,�then,�fire�me.
-�Gregory,�cut�it�out! -�I�don't�want�this�job,
I�don't�want�this�name,�and�I don't�want�you�in�my�life.
You�know�what�I�want?
I�want�you�to�take�this�contract
and�shove�it�up your�posting�hole.
And�by�that,
I�think�he�means�your�asshole.
Greg:�Dean...
What�exactly�are�you�going�to�do without�my�help�and�my�money?
We're�going�to open�up�our�own�store.
-�We�are? -�Yeah,�man.
Yeah,�man.
Then�this�makes you�my�competitor,
and�I�don't�play�nice.
Oh,�and�Gregory,�you're�fired.
Dean:�Yeah,�dude!
(gasping)
My�boy...
what�did�Ronny�do�to�you?
She...�hurt�me.
Where?
In�my�heart.
(speaking�Indigenous�language) That�bad�woman�Ronny!
(sobbing)
Leon,�what�the�fuck?
What?�You�don't�like�your�pin?
(whispering:)�You�stole�it.
I�didn't�steal�anything. You�did.
Got�you.
See�you�around, my�little�three�of�clubs.
Attention,�everyone.�We�are gathered�here�today
to�celebrate�the�union
of�one�Rose�Sinclair and�Stephen�Harper.
And�also,�to�honour�Ed.
It�was�his�wish�to�save�money
for�his�funeral�by�leeching onto�another�ceremony.
So,�we'll�be�doing two�things�at�the�same�time.
Let's�begin.
(bridal�march�playing)
(exhaling�sharply)
(bridal�march�playing)
?
Do�you�Rose,
take�this�guy�to�be your�forever�shack�up,
to�love�him, comfort�him,
to�be�his�rock�and�his�roll,
through�good�times�and�bad,
for�as�long�as�you're both�kicking�around?
I�do.
Do�you,�Stephen�Harper, take�this--
Yes,�I�do!
Paul...
Ed�was�a�moocher�in�life...
(mournful�organ�playing)
...and�also�a�moocher�in�death.
Nobody�really�knew�him,�but we're�going�to�miss�him�dearly,
like�all�the�things that�he�"borrowed".
Now,�before�I�declare these�two�married,
does�anyone�object?
Speak�now or�forever�shut�your�trap.
Then,�Rose�and�Stephen�Harper, I�declare�you--
I�have�an�objection.
(guests�gasping,�chattering)
Stephen�Harper, you�are�a�beautiful�man.
You're�perfect.
But�that's�the�problem, I�don't�need�perfect.
Paul,
you�and�I�are�so�different,
but,�somehow,�we�fit.
You're�the�butter�to�my�bannock.
You're--�you're�the�water to�my�juice.
You're�the�cut-up�wieners to�my�mac�and�cheese.
Babe...
we�complete�each�other.
I�love�you!
I�love�you.
(Agnes�chuckling)
Agnes:�Oh!
Well...�Ed's�still�dead.
(mournful�organ�playing)
So,�let's�bow�our�heads for�a�moment�of�silence.
Roger:�To�quote�the�great warrior�Chief�Sitting�Bull,
"That�was�one�weird fuckin'�summer."
Dean�and�Greg are�opening�a�co-op.
Chickadee�and�the�teens
are�gonna�stick around�for�high�school.
Who�knows?
Paul�could�even�get�his�diploma.
Speaking�of�Paul,�guess�he and�Rose�are�back�together.
But�for�how�long?
As�we�ponder this�great�question,
here's�Charlie�Chochoet
and�the�Runner-Awayers with�"Gone�For�Good�Again".
(country�music�playing)
?�You�look�so�lovely�?
?�Is�this�all�a�dream?�?
?�Gonna�make�a�vow�?
?�To�the�Lord�above�?
?�I�promise�you�?
?�I'll�give�you�all�my�love�?
?�Girl,�you're�so...�?
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