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Dylan.

Are you coming?

I'm waiting.

Dylan.

Dylan? Are you coming?

I'm waiting.

Dylan?

Dylan, wait for me.

I'm coming.

Not this time, little man.

JoJo. be good.

You be good.

I know you're going to see Asana.

It's starting to snow.

Snow that brings a new beginning.

Snow that brings a new beginning.

Move.

Hey.

No one will find us here.

It's just the two of us now.

You okay?

Yes. I am with you.

Come.

Thank you.

Can I undo his hands so he can eat?

Yeah.

What's the word for this snow?

Ertla.

Ertla?

Ertla.

It means snow used by Inuit teenagers

for exquisite erotic rituals.

You're making that up.

Are you scared?

Nope.

Liar.

A little scared.

I am your protector now.

Always?

Always.

How many words?

You have 9,780 words to go.

Do you think he was right?

What do explorers know?

Everything is here.

What we see,

what we feel,

who we are.

It's right here.

We have words for ourselves.

You should have listened.

Didn't I come to you with respect?

Didn't we agree the right path?

Not hard enough.

It was me. I came to him. I pleaded with him.

I am not speakmg to you.

It was my idea.

My plan.

Where did you think you would go?

We are on top of the world.

You are so young and stupid,

you think you can get to the whole world

in a ski-doo.

You have disgraced us.

We are in love.

You are cousins.

You share the same blood.

We're not asking you for anything.

We just want to be left alone.

Auntie, I am asking you, please.

If you are bent on hell,

you will go there alone.

Get dressed.

I love you.

Take my book.

Asana...

No more crying. Get in.

Snow drifts containing imprint of crazy lovers.

Go back to bed now.

Grandma...

No bother talking.

No use getting this old if I don't know everything.

Hurry.

I'll miss you...

but no use looking in the rear-view mirror.

Bye, Dylan.

You hear me?

I'll call you when I get somewhere.

That's what they all say.

You think you're...

the first grandson I raised?

And don't worry about me.

I got my hands full with JoJo.

I'm set to take him trapping

those muskrats you like so much.

It's good to hear the real you.

It will take time

to loosen the hardness in your chest.

I don't want to talk about it.

I'll be right here.

And if anybody messes with you,

they'll have to deal with this.

Don't let go of life.

Don't let go of your heart.

Clench your fist. Hold on.

We'll see.

It is time for prayer.

It is a mystery, then.

Papa?

You said we could leave once you arrived.

You said.

They are going on an errand, Aman.

Do you want to be an errand boy and go on an errand?

I want my family out of here.

We are ready. We could go with them.

Aman...

I did what you wanted.

I just got here, Aman.

That is no way to treat a guest.

We will stay here, yes?

And enjoy each other's company.

That wasn't the arrangement.

Khatira is still alive.

That was the deal.

Please.

You think you are above me,

above us...

but here we are together in the same kitchen.

Your education...

has become your curse,

your daughter, your undoing.

Ramiz. Ramiz...

No. No. Ramiz...

Do you think I would waste a bullet?

There are better ways to silence an educated woman.

She is beautiful...

like her mother was, yes?

I don't recognize you anymore.

What do puppets recognize, Aman?

Maybe a puppet only recognizes another puppet?

Maybe you are the puppet, cousin.

You think that your wife's death...

Murder.

...would have helped you see the righteous way.

But no. You decided to work for the Canadian Army.

It was only a matter of time

before we caught up to you, Aman.

A matter of time.

You disgust me, cousin.

You have not only betrayed your own country...

you are a traitor to those that used you.

There is no "happily ever after" for men like you.

This is not an American movie where we are the villains.

Not a video game you can play over and over till you win.

This is real, cousin.

As real as two cousins standing in the same kitchen talking.

You killed me.

You killed me.

You killed me.

Tahir understands me...

We need more soldiers like him.

Grandmother?

Grandmother?

You will have to leave.

There is nothing for you here now...

...but pain.

I won't leave without her.

Somebody trying to kill you

might make you want to live.

You got nothing in you.

I just need to get my strength up

and I will find her

And we will leave tomorrow.

There is no tomorrow.

She is gone.

No. I just need to sleep, and then...

No. No, you will not find her.

She has left herself, grandson.

Grandmother?

Rest now, my girl.

I won't cry anymore, Auntie.

Red snow

Asana?

No. No...

Warrior.

Aman.

Come look at this.

I don't know what language this is written in.

I don't even know why I am here.

I am a teacher, not a soldier.

I think I am going to enjoy cutting his head off.

You can translate, Aman, yes?

That is what you are good at.

We all have to be good at something.

That would make you a traitor by trade, Aman.

Tahir.

Tahir will stay.

There is much to learn that is not in the books.

So, so much to learn that is not in the books.

Think.

Think.

Gwich'in Nation.

My name is Dylan Nadazeau.

I am the son of Marie Rose Nadazeau.

...the grandson of Rosilee Becho...

The great-great-grandson of Mary Rose Lehcoit...

The great-great-great-grandson of Rosemary Furlong...

The great-great-great-great grandson of Rita Arey.

The great-great-great-great great grandson of Dora.

What language is he speaking in?

I do not know.

He is Native American.

What?

Red Indian.

Like Cowboys and Indians?

I have been treated like shit.

Pages and pages of a book filled with secret words.

Snow that brings a new beginning.

I love you.

We have snow here too.

Don't we, Aman?

Foreigners always think a country is one thing,

a people are one thing.

But not everything is worthless in a man...

...even when it seems the opposite is true.

You have parts.

Even red Indians must have parts that are worthwhile.

What do you think, Aman?

Ramiz, enough.

Body parts we can sell on the black market.

The boy.

This country has no place for children,

and has no place for boys.

No place for men. Only soldiers.

Let Tahir out.

He is just a boy.

You are getting tiresome, cousin.

Blood only goes so far.

Tahir...

You want to stay, Tahir, don't you?

I can see it in your eyes.

You are not like your father, are you, Tahir?

Even as a child, he was soft.

You, you have the heart of a lion.

Yes, Uncle.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Don't panic.

JoJo, look at me.

JoJo, look at me.

It will be okay.

Stay calm.

Don't panic.

He panicked and struggled too much right off.

Should have calmed himself.

The trap, big.

His body, small.

His spirit, bigger than any trap.

Sometimes animals get caught in a trap not made for them,

but they find themselves there anyway.

Is it? I'm still here.

Let him go.

Enough for a lifetime.

You win today.

Fuck you too.

Don't let go of life.

Don't let go of your heart.

Clench your fist. Hold on.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I didn't understand.

I don't want to be like him.

I want to be like you.

I don't want to be a soldier.

I want to be a teacher.

It's all right, Tahir.

I know. I know.

Okay?

We're going to be all right.

Tahir.

Tahir, we have to get ready.

Come now. It's time.

The river. Take it to him.

Problem?

He wants to go.

Then let him go.

Khatira. Enough.

It is not enough. It will never be enough.

Everything we have is gone.

Is it just you four?

Khatira...

Yes.

What is in the bag?

Food.

Do you have money? Guns?

No. There is nothing left.

You are a liar.

He doesn't look right.

American? American?

You're right.

He's not right in the head.

He is a crazy Indian.

Put your gun down and walk away.

Go. Run while you can.

Are you scared?

A little scared.

You can imagine so many things when it is dark.

I am your protector now.

Always?

Always.

Big ears...

Tahir, it's almost time to leave.

Come to the spring and wash up before we go.

Come now.

Really?

Snow.

Tell me something.

Anything.

How many?

Three men and a boy.

Strange.

Salaam-u-Alaikum.

Welcome.

Come down here.

Chai?

You have soft hands.

Why did you cut your beard?

Young men these days...

The second one looks like a girl.

A pretty boy. Not helpful.

At least the young boy looks normal.

Praise be to Allah.

Come down here.

What's going on?

There are the Taliban.

Okay. Good.

Take care of your family.

Thank you very much.

We have to go now.

Go now.

I'm scared of the dogs, Papa.

They are far off, Tahir.

What if they come in?

You can't make out hell?

Snow that brings a new beginning.

Stay where you are.

Papa?

Don't come closer.

Move back, Khatira.

Take Tahir and move back slowly in your own footsteps.

Papa...

I know.

I know.

Snow that hides a whole village.

Sh... now.

Let me look at you.

A woman dressed like a man doesn't make a man.

But you can die like one.

Yes?

You are the brave one...

but this is no time for child's play.

What is your name, child?

My name is JoJo.

JoJo?

I am Gwich'in.

Snow in your eyes.

Tahir?

I know what my bones are made of.

Snow that looks like it is falling upwards.

Snow that falls between peoples.

Snow that falls between worlds.

Snow that falls and creates new patterns.

Snow that brings love.

Snow that reminds us of who we are.