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Rose:�C�skwa.�C�skwa.
Come�on.�Are�we pregnant�or�what?
Rose: Not�even.
Well,�that's�okay. We�can�keep�trying.
Mm.�Great. More�scheduled�sex.
That's�the�best�kind! (chuckling)
-�You�don't�have�to�take�a�tone. -�It�wasn't�a�tone.
-�I�hear-ed�a�tone. -�Ma!
Agnes:�Zhigwa.
My�kookum-a-logical clock�is�ticking.
Man:�His�tone seemed�fine�to�me.
Don't�listen�to�them.
You�got�this,�champ!
Would�you guys�get�out?
You're�scaring my�eggs.
Yeah.�Does�the�whole�rez have�to�be�here?
Man�2: It's�a�great�question.
I'll�see�myself�out.
Well,�you heard�it�here�first.
Paul�still hasn't�knocked�up�Rose.
Is�it�because her�eggs�are�scared?
Or�is�Paul's�sperm count�shockingly�low?
Everyone�get the�fok�out!
-�Yup. -�You�bet.
There�wasn't�a�tone.
I'm�going to�watch�TV.
Not�so�fast.
We're�not�done�yet.
Remember�what you�said
when�we�first�started trying�to�get�pregnant?
"I�can�love you,�baby..."
"All...�night...�long."
?�Yes�I�can love�you�baby�?
?�All�night�long�?
Customer:�Aaniin.
Got�any�bread?
Oh.�Well,�a�shipment just�came�off�the�barge,
but�it's�still�in�the�box.
-�You�got�any�milk? -�Uh,�no,�no,
but�we�do�have,�uh, cream�of�celery�soup.
Could�be�the�start�of one�mean�casserole.
We're�not�a�casserole nation,�bro.
That's�more of�a�Dene�thing.
Dean,�that�is�the fifth�customer�we�lost�today.
Man: Sixth,�actually,�bro.
You�missed�one�when�you�were carrying�in�those�heavy�boxes.
You�know,�we�did�agree to�run�the�store�together.
And�you're�doing�a great�job,�bro.
And�for�some�reason,
we�agreed�to�call this�place�Yeah,�Man.
It's�a�great name,�bro.
When�people�ask us�for�help,�we�say--
-�"Yeah,�man." -�"Yeah,�man."
-�Hey!�Where�you�going? -�See�my�girlfriend.
Ooh.�When�did�that�happen?
I�don't�know.�Back�when you�were,�like,�painting,
dry-walling,�flooring. What's�the�problem,�man?
Well,�it�just�seems�like�the kind�thing�you�would�tell
a�good�buddy�like�me. (chuckling)
Like,�you�would�say, "Hey,�Greg.�I�got�a�girlfriend."
(chuckling)�And then�I�would�say,
"Is�it�the�kind�of�girlfriend that�you�have�to�plug�in?"
Dean?�Dean,�I...
He�never�hears�my�best�jokes.
Wasn't�that�good,�bro.
Rose: Nee-Cheemoosh.
Are�you going�running�again?
Yeah,�b'eb.�Healthy�Paul, healthy�balls.
Aw,�b'eb.
I�know�it's�taking�a�while, but�you're�doing�so�good.
It's�nothing.
Nothing? You're�running,
going�to�bed�early.
You�gave�up�weed�and�snacks just�to�get�us�pregnant.
What�did�I�do to�deserve�you?
Hey.�Fertility on�three?
Fertility�on�three.
Both:�Peyuk...�neso... niwin.
Fertility!
(rock�music�playing)
(music�grinding to�a�halt)
(grunting)
(sighing)
All: Paul!
Man,�do�I�love exercising!
(all�laughing)
(knocking)
Willie!�How's the�garbage�man�doing?
Waste-keeper.
Willie�the�waste-keeper.
Hey,�great�earrings, by�the�way.
Oh.�Yeah.�I�just-- I�just�got�these
from,�uh,�uh,�a�local bead-er�here�in�Grouse�Lake.
Cool.�Cool.
So,�you�know�I-- I�never�ask�for�much.
Uh,�but�I�come�to�you today,�hat�in�hand,
to�talk�about,�uh, Bertha,�my�garbage�truck.
Good�old�Bertha.
You�know�what?
It's�a beautiful�day!
Let's�take this�meeting�outside.
No.�It's�okay. I'm�fine�in�here.
Uh,�anyways,�Bertha, she's�seen�better�days.
-�Yeah. -�Jo:�Mm-hmm.
I�remember�her�first�clean-up day�like�it�was�yesterday.
She�could�gobble�up a�piss-stained�mattress
like�it�was fried�bologna.
(fan�whirring)
Best�truck�this�side of�Hollow�Water.
-�Oh,�shit.�Sorry. -�What�the�fok,�Jo?
You�were�saying?
Oh,�I�see. You�think�I�smell.
The�fan�is�because�it's hot�in�here!
And�the--�the--�the�AC is�on�the�fritz,
which�really�sucks, because�I�just�got�it�fixed
-�last�reek.�Week! -�(flies�buzzing)
I�work�hard�to�keep everything�clean.
The�smell�comes with�the�job.
That's�funny�to�you?
You�better�start showing�me�respect.
I'm�the�only waste-keeper�you�got.
No.�No.�Yeah.�No. Totally.
Willie:�Sitting�there all�better�than�me,
acting�like�I�don't�deserve a�new�garbage�truck.
You�can't�even�look�at�me in�the�eye�and�give�me
a�straight�answer.
Is�everything�okay?
Ho'leh! This�room�stinks.
Oh,�hey.�You�got�two flies�mating�on�your�eye.
-�What? -�(buzzing)
I�had�two�flies doing�it�on�my�face
and�you�didn't�say anything?
You�know�what?
We�have�a�saying at�the�dump,
and�it�goes�like�this.
I�see�how�it�is.
Yeah?�Well,�it's�hard to�see�how�it�is
when�you�got�two�flies poonching�on�your�peepers!
Gramps:�So,�I�says�to�the elders�at�the�lodge,�I�says,
"I�would�really�love to�play�Merchandise�Bingo
and�win�some�towels,�hand towels,"�I�said.
"But�I�got�this�damn�boil on�my�jeet,"�I�said!
(both�laughing)
"Sorry, beading�group.
I�would�love�to�make another�rosette,
but�I�have�to�drive�Gramps to�the�arse�doctor!"
(all�laughing)
Oh,�shit!
Time�flies�when�you're just�bullshitting!
(Rita�laughing)
-�Look�at�that. -�(spraying)
I�went�on�a long�one!�(laughing)
Have�you�given�more�thought to�what�we�talked�about?
Yeah.�There's�more�room�in here�for�another�table�or�two.
Maybe�a�VLT�machine or�a�craps�table.
Let's�get this�place�rocking!
You�two�are full�of�craps!
The�more�low-key this�place�is,�the�better!
You�guys�trying�to�get�me in�trouble�or�what?
People�say�you�shouldn't�fly too�close�to�the�sun,
-�but�I�think�it's�warmer�there. -�(laughing)
(sighing)�Just�keep�it quiet,�you�guys.
Ah,�I�don't�think�that boy�knows�what�he's�doing
with�his�own�place.
Well,�I�might know�someone�who�does.
Mm.
(laughing)
So,�this�is your�new�store?
Yeah,�man.�Cool,�eh?
You're�dating the�barge�captain.
I�mean,�wow!
You're�dating�Gale, the�barge�captain.
-�Yeah. -�Lucky�guy,�eh,�Greg?
Oh,�you�betcha. (chuckling)
Dean,�can I�have�a�word?
Ah,�no�prob,�bro.
Help�yourself�to anything�you�want.
I�think�there's some�vitamin�C�over�there.
Mm.�Well, blow�me�down.
(all�laughing)
Dean!�That's your�girlfriend?
Hey.�She's�more�than just�a�girlfriend,�bro.
There�was�something�different in�that�last�hickey.
Greg: Oh.
Dean,�barge�captains�live�by the�laws�of�the�lake,
if�you�know�what I�mean.
Oh,�yeah.
No�swimming�an�hour after�you�eat.
No.�Dean,�she�goes port�to�port.
Yeah,�bro. That's�her�job.
Dean,�you�can't�trust�her. She�probably�has�a�Dean
in�every�treaty�territory around�Lake�Winnipeg.
Okay,�man.�Sounds�like you're�being�stereotypical
towards�barge captains.
I�have�a�lot�of�friends�who are�barge�captains.
Oh,�yeah?�Name�one.
-�Gale. -�Oh.�Okay.
Hey,�Dean,�arrrrghh you�ready?
Yeah,�babe.�I'm�ready.
Greg:�I�will�just ring�you�two�through.
That�should�be�$9.25.
Or�free.�(sighing)
Take�whatever�you�want, everyone.�Just�help�yourself.
Customer: Fok'n�sweet!
Paul:�Oshki�Ogimah?
(knocking)
What�the�fuck? Open�up!
What's�the�password?
Open�up,�Rita!
It's�me,�Paul!
Wow!�You�got�it on�the�first�try.
(locks�clicking)
(people�chattering)
?�I'm�singing�so�loud but�I�should�be�quiet�?
?�This�is�the Keemooch�Room�?
?�And�Paul's�cheating on�his�diet�?
Gramps,�what the�hell?
(Ducky�scatting)
I�thought�I�said�to keep�everything�quiet!
Well,�you�weren't thinking�big�enough,
so�we�went�out�and�found someone�that�does!
(Ducky�continuing to�sing)
Welcome�to the�Keemooch�Room.
What�the�fok? Cousin�Leon?
What's�he�so mad�about?
Help�yourself!
For�you,�everything's on�the�house.
This�is�my�house!
(music�continuing)
I�know�it's�a�lot, but�don't�worry.
This�place�is�locked�down tighter�than�Indian�Affairs.
This�is�your security?
Who's�paying�them?
Relax!�They work�for�free!
Freezies!�(laughing)
Paul: This�is�stupid.
Man.�I�never�win at�this.
(all�shouting, laughing)
Oh,�boy.�This is�trouble.
This�is�some serious�trouble.
(shouting) Hello?�Anyone?
Can�I�go�home�now?
Come�on,�Leon.
You�were�supposed�to just�give�him�a�warning
and�then�put�everything�back to�the�way�it�was.
I'm�afraid�I�can't do�that,�Paul.
There's�too�much at�risk�here,
and�this�guy�has�got�stool pigeon�written�all�over�him.
Paul:�What�are you�going�to�do�to�him?
Going�to�make�sure�he keeps�his�big�mouth�shut.
It�won't�work.�They�can�hit me�as�hard�as�they�want,
and�I'm�still talking.
No.�Not�you.
We're�going�after someone�close,
someone�you�love.
Boys,�let Paul�have�it.
What�are�you�doing?
No!�No!�Anyone but�Paul!
Gaawiin!�Gaawiin!
Okay!�Okay!�Fine!�I'll keep�my�mouth�shut!
But�if�Paul�and�Rose�break�up before�they�have�a�baby
and�she�comes lovingly�back�to�me,
I'm�going�to�be so�pissed!
Hey.�You�said�no one�would�get�hurt.
My�ribs�are kind�of�sore.
We're�way�past that�now,�sweet�cheeks.
Way�past�that.
?
No!�There's�no�way!
He�skipped�my�garbage!
(groaning�loudly)
This�fok'n�guy!
(groaning�loudly)
Dean:�You�know,�I've,�uh,�never told�this�to�anyone�before,
but,�uh,�I've�always�wanted to�be�a�bird.
Yeah.�Yeah. Birds�are�sexy.
Whoa!�Hey, hey,�hang�on.
What�about�you?
Did�you�always�want to�be�a�barge�captain?
Shiver�me�timbers.
For�real,�Dean?
I�just�want�to give�you�a�hickey.
I�don't�know.�I�just thought,�you�know,
we�could�get�to�know�each�other a�little�bit�more.
Come�on,�Dean.
I�set�sail�soon, and�I�got�to�leave.
Yeah,�you're�right.
Whoa,�whoa.�What are�you�doing?
We're�swapping hickies.
You�can't�give�a�barge captain�a�hickey!
It's�bad�luck!
I've�never heard�of�that.
Yeah.�Yeah.
You�know�what they�say.
Clear�neck...
clear�skies.
You�think�I'm�lying?
Dirty�deck,�dirty�neck.
Everybody�knows�this.
What's�going�on?
Ah,�it's�just something�Greg�said.
Greg,�the store�manager?
You�can't trust�store�managers.
They�go�store�to�store, if�you�know�what�I�mean.
Sounds�like�you're�being stereotypical
toward�store managers.
No.�I�have�a�lot�of�friends who�are�store�managers.
Oh,�yeah?�Name�one.
-�Greg. -�Oh,�yeah.
So,�uh...
you're�not�seeing�anybody�else other�than�me,�right?
Is�that�what this�is�about?
You�think�I�got�a�snag in�every�port,�don't�you?
I�was�just�asking!
You�know�what?
Have�fun�giving yourself�hickies,
because�I'm�pulling up�anchor�and�setting�sail
for�Go�Fuck Yourself�Then.
Uh...�what?
And�by�the�way,�Go�Fuck�Yourself Then�isn't�a�real�place.
I�was�telling you�to�fuck�off.
Oh,�look!
Cream�of celery�soup.
We�can�make�a casserole!
We're�not�really�a casserole�nation,�b'eb.
That's�more�of a�Mohican�thing.
Mohican?�I�thought there�was�only�one�left.
Hey,�Paulie.
-�Great�night�last�night. -�Excuse�you?
Paul:�I'm�glad�that�you�had�a great�night�on�your�own.
(chuckling)�So�did�I.
In�fact,�we�all had�great�nights,
individually speaking.�(chuckling)
(under�his�breath) Get�the�fuck�out�of�here.
Why�are�you�talking to�her�for?
She's�the�one�that said�hi�to�me.
What�was�I�supposed�to do?�Close�my�eyes
and�not�say anything�back?
Oh!�Things are�getting�good!
God�damn�it. Excuse�me,�b'eb.
I'll�be�right�back. (chuckling)
A�fur�coat? Are�you�crazy?
Leon: You�got�to�try�this�on.
It's�fok'n�amazing.
It's�like�I�got�eaten�by�a�wolf but�without�the�chewing�part.
I'll�get�you�one. Don't�worry.
Take�it�off!
Strutting around�here
looking�like�an Indigenous�Lady�Gaga.
Fuck.�Get out�of�here!
(chuckling)
What�are�you�talking�to Cousin�Leon�for?
And�why�does�he have�a�fur�coat�on?
Uh,�because�he's�a trapper�now!�(laughing)
What�are�you, the�question�lady?
Come�on.�Let's�go�get�you that�Mohican�casserole.
Okay!
Willie,�you've made�your�point!
Huh.�Must�have missed�your�place.
Listen.�I�was...�mean yesterday.
Very�mean.�And�then?
What?�I�don't�know!
I�was...�kind�of an�asshole?
A�huge�asshole. What�else?
Cut�the�shit.
I�might�have�to�get�a�little creative�with�the�budget,
but...�we�can talk�about�a�new�truck.
That's�a�start.
Put�her�there.
(laughing)�Look at�us,�eh?
The�waste-keeper and�the�chief.
Come�on.
It's�a�big�day�for the�trash�yard!
Well,�I'm�going�to back�to�work.
Not�so�fast.
Made�some�soup.
You�come�all�the�way down�here�to�talk�to�me.
I'm�not�going�to let�you�go�away�hungry.
-�I'm�not�hungry. -�Rude�to�say�no�to�food.
I�don't�have to�tell�you�that.
You're�the�chief.
Come�on.
Have�a�seat.
On�that�piece--
perfectly... worn-out�couch?
You�bet.
Just�how�like I�like�it.
Oh.�Oh.
Cream�of�celery.�Can�you believe�someone�threw�away
a�whole�can of�this�stuff?
Uh...�(chuckling)
Willie:�Wasted�it.
Eat.
(Jo�clearing�throat)
You're�going�to�want�to watch�for�bones.
-�In�canned�soup? -�I�added�some�things�for�taste.
(chuckling)
(retching)
Go�on,�before�it gets�cold.
I�can't.�I'm�so�sorry. (retching)
I�knew�it.�You're�too good�for�me!
There's�fucking�fingernails in�there,�Willie!
(awkwardly)�Oh,�there goes�Paul�again.
That's�the�fifth�time�I've seen�him�jogging
with�my�own�two�eyes.
What�an�honest and�healthy�guy,
just�like Cousin�Leon.
(clicking)
(normally) Is�that�good?
Now,�play�the�song.
Here's�Ducky�MacKay�and the�Exercisers
with�the�song�"There's�Nothing Going�On�In�That�Shed."
(clicking)
(Ducky�singing on�radio)
Lips: Paul's�shed.�Hmm.
(Ducky�continuing�to sing�on�radio)
That's�weird.
(Ducky�continuing�to sing�on�radio)
Lucky�niizhwaaswi! (laughing)
Excuse�me.�Hey, Cousin�Leon.
Hey,�man.�Uh,�can we�talk�to�you?
Hey,�what's going�on?
I'm�on�fire!
I�need�to talk�to�you.
Uh,�actually,�we�need to�talk�to�you.
Uh,�in�fact,�you know�what?�Stephen�Harper,
you're�much�better�with words.�You�tell�him.
Me?�Uh,�okay.
Uh,�we�were�thinking�this place�should�shut�down�and--
Oh,�I�forgot.
I�got�both�you�guys fur�coats.
What?
Come�on.�Put�them�on!
-�Coats. -�Look�at�us,�the�fur�coat�boys!
It's�so�soft.
Now,�what�was�it�you wanted�to�tell�me?
I,�uh--�Yeah.�I wanted�to�say,�uh,
that�these�jackets�are so�frigging�awesome!
(laughing)
Paul: Geez.
Way�to tell�him,�Paul!
It's�like�I'm�inside of�a--�of�a�wolf�right�now.
Oh,�my�God.
?
Lips:�Look�who's coming�out�of�the�shed.
Sabe.
Huh?�(yelping)
Stephen�Harper?
You�better start�talking.
("Ave�Maria" playing)
?
?
-�(song�continuing�over�speaker) -�(door�closing)
(grunting)
If�anyone�asks,
I�was�here�the whole�time.
?
Just�freaking�missing her�there,�buddy?�(chuckling)
Too�real,�Greg.
I�hate�to say�it,�man,
but�you�were right�about�Gale.
Well,�I--�I didn't�want�to�be.
Hey.�You�know what�might�cheer�you�up?
Is�putting�on�a�vest�and�working through�the�pain.�(chuckling)
-�Not�today,�bro. -�Hmm.
Ahoy.
Gale!
I'm�going�to�go.
Steamroller!
-�(Greg�grunting) -�(Dean�grunting)
I�just�wanted�to�come�by and�apologize�before�I�left.
It's�okay.
No,�it's�not.
If�it�seems�like�I�don't�want to�get�to�know�you�better,
it's�because I�don't.
Is�that�supposed to�make�me�feel�better?
No.�It's�because the�closer�I�get�to�you,
the�harder it�is�to�leave.
Then�stay.
You�know�I�can't.
You'll�always have�to�share�me,
but�not with�another�Dean,
for�my�heart belongs�to�the�sea.
You�mean�Lake Winnipeg?
(ship's�horn�blowing)
I'll�miss�you.
One�last�hickey for�the�road?
I�wouldn't�have it�any�other�way.
Well,�look�at�us.
Three�sausages�in�a�pan. (chuckling)
Greg,�man,�get�the fuck�out�of�here,�bro.
Oh,�right.
(clearing�throat)
Forget�something?
You�went�through my�trash?
Willie:�I�dig in�everyone's�trash.
It's�one�of�the perks�of�the�job.
Give�it�back.
Oh.�I�wonder�what will�people�say
when�they�find�out that�their�own�chief
has�been�outsourcing beadwork�to�the�Russians?
Fuck�off.
It�was�just one�pair,
and�it�was, like,�six�bucks.
I�bet�my�name's�not even�on�that�receipt.
(gasping) Josephine�Bittern.
Full�name,�even.
Jo: Let�me�see.
Think�I've�never�blackmailed�a chief�before?�I�made�copies.
Fok�you.
Alright. Well,�guess�what?
(sighing)
Now,�I'm�on�strike.
(Willie�chuckling)
(swallowing with�difficulty)
Strike?�You can't�strike!
That�didn't�even�taste that�bad,�you�know!
Laughingstick�in�the�afternoon, Roger:�(on�radio)�This�is
and�the�old legs�are�tired.
Walking�around the�rez
sipping�that�tea straight�from�the�kettle
is�harder�than it�sounds.
Lips�banished�Cousin�Leon,
and�Paul�is�in�hot�water,
but�it�ain't�all�bitter.
Our�good�pal�Dean�found�love on�the�high�seas,
and�if�anything�makes old�Roger's�heart�swell,
it's�when�a�landlubber�and a�salty�sea�dog�find�love
and�set�sail�for the�Isle�of�Hickey.
(man�singing�in Indigenous�language)
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