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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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