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Where are we going?

Calgary.

Oh, fuck.

Stay in the car.

I need to wee-wee.

Can you hold it?

- I'm going to pee in my pants. - Dad, Petey needs the loo.

- Petey... - Not now, love, all right?

I need to wee-wee.

Not now, pal, I'm sorry.

He's five years old. Thirty seconds for a piss behind the car.

I need to wee-wee.

- I said no! - Dad!

I'm going to pee in my pants!

Hang on. Hang on.

Thirty seconds.

Dad!

All right, then, if you're up there,

keep me sober today.

I dare you.

Amen.

Fuck off.

Mornin'.

Morning, Dad.

Want pancakes?

All right.

What do you want on them?

Bacon and chocolate.

All right.

I'll put some cabbage on 'em and all.

That was exhausting.

I know. I won.

You did win.

Most definitely.

Pete?

Pete!

Pete!

You want chocolate or lemon and sugar?

Bacon and chocolate?

- Dad? - What?

- Dad! - What?

Dad!

Dad!

What?

Why can't you answer me?

Why can't you exercise the common courtesy

of entering the same vague arrondissement

as the person you are shouting at?

What are you on about?

What are you wearing?

It's just my pajamas.

- You wearing those to school? - Of course not.

You don't drink coffee, do you?

Shut up, go away. Go away!

I hate it here.

For God's sake, don't tell your father.

He thinks he's Pat Garrett.

This isn't his fault.

It's nobody's fault.

Coming here was your idea.

- Hello, little man. - Stop doing that.

Come here to me, come here to me...

Have a bit of that.

How many pancakes did you eat?

- Happy birthday. - Thank you.

Dad's birthday's in December.

His sober birthday.

- I'm two. - Oh.

I'm proud of you.

Come on, let's go, Petey.

You're not that man anymore.

Pete, where's your stuff?

I don't know.

Okay, let's just go.

Is it a really, really, really long way to school?

Get out of here.

Where's my gun?

In your pocket.

Pew, pew!

Fuck me.

Should I honk the horn?

These things charge though, right?

It's not a moose, Dad.

Oi, oi, oi!

Shouldn't you have a proper car?

This is a properly green community.

It's one of the things I love about it.

I'm growing up in the ass-end of nowhere.

You said "ass."

She did, but she shouldn't have.

Why can't we go back to London?

'Cause London's shit.

Probably end up living in some suburb like Hainault.

Is that what you want? You want to live in

Rayners fucking Lane, do you?

You said "fuck."

I know I did, but I shouldn't have.

- In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a snow boarder. - Really?

I cannot think of anything more pointless than hiking,

and I'm not a middle-aged man

who likes midge-infested rivers and fly fishing.

I don't want to squander my youth here.

- Oh. - Marry a fucking lumberjack and

have kids and sell jam at the county fair.

I want to be like a...

A photojournalist or an archaeologist or...

An agent for change.

Fuckin' hell.

Seems like five minutes ago

all you wanted was a tutu and pair of pink jeggings.

Humor is an avoidance strategy.

- Drive slowly. - Yeah.

It may handle like a golf cart, but it is a cop car...

- Yeah. - ... you shouldn't be driving it.

Do you know how many police, uh, move here from home?

- No. - Loads.

- So? - So, look around you. Paradise, right?

It's the most boring place on earth.

It's a bit boring, innit?

- I miss my friends. - You don't have any friends.

- I had friends in London. - Right.

- I was happy there. - Well, give it a chance, love.

- Pete. - All right, let's go.

Bye. Let's go.

- Morning, Chief. - Chief.

Get a job.

Morning, Chief.

- Chief. - All right?

How you doing? Everything all right?

Hey there, Chief.

Hey.

Ah. Anything to report?

Tourist sprained her ankle up near Forty Mile Creek.

- Is that it? - Yep.

Hang on, I'll be right there.

See? That's what I love about this place.

She was running from a grizzly.

Fuck me. She all right?

Yeah, mom and cub.

Lady must have missed the signs, but no one was attacked.

Should we do something?

We put signs up.

No, I mean, like, shoot it.

We don't just shoot bears, Chief,

not unless they make an unprovoked attack.

- Feet. - Hmm?

Sorry.

I'll let you know if anything else happens.

All right.

You can always go fishing.

- Fishing? - It's what the last Police Chief did.

He left his fishing stuff over there before he passed.

You can help yourself.

He wasn't killed by a bear, was he?

No, he was dead from exposure by the time the bears got to him.

That's a joke, right? He's joking, right?

Yeah, he's joking.

Council couldn't afford him.

Well. I'm not going anywhere.

- Chief? - Yep?

Be careful out there, okay?

Top left.

Ah!

Get that soldier back on his feet!

Mmm.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no...

Bugger!

Hello.

I'm Angela Worth. I'm the new Police Chief's wife

How do you do?

Do you fancy some burned fudge?

Or would you prefer a fist fuck?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Chief ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Keep coming back ♪

Jim.

Uh, alcoholic, addict.

Hi, Jim.

Two years sober today.

Fuck knows how.

Um...

I know I'm supposed to say something

to a higher power, but bollocks to all that.

But I thank Father Greg for the cake.

Suzy.

So, I don't normally talk at the meetings,

I'm usually hiding at the back,

but here goes.

What can I tell you about being a drunk?

I was born frightened, I think.

I grew up frightened.

And...

drinking took the fear away, but...

it also took everything else away. I...

didn't care about you, I didn't care about me,

I didn't care about my family,

I didn't care about anything,

except getting what I wanted.

And if you got in the way of that...

I'd kill you.

Ooh.

Yeah. Thanks for trying.

May I?

Be my guest.

Mm.

This is good.

It's not. It's horrible.

Butterscotch?

Fudge.

Buggered fudge.

English?

Irish. My husband's English.

Mmm, come to check up on the colonies?

We live here.

- Oh! - For God's sake, don't attempt to chew.

Stop.

How many have you sold?

None.

How much for the whole lot?

The whole lot?

It's for a good cause, isn't it?

Ah, that's... No, no, no, that's awfully kind of you, but...

I just bought 10 jars of apple sauce from the last stall.

Fudge'll make a nice gift.

You're the new Police Chief's wife, aren't you?

If I were you,

I'd want to be a sell-out success at the church fête.

Sorry. Who are you?

Truth is, I'm here for work,

and my children are across the country with their father,

who's an asshole, which makes it worse.

So I thought

maybe a whole tray of homemade buggered fudge

would make that horrendous hotel seem less like The Shining.

Why didn't you say so? Here.

Knock yourself out. And a few teeth.

Welcome to Little Big Bear.

Elizabeth Bradshaw.

Angela.

Thank you, Angela.

You're welcome.

- Cheerio. - Toodle-oo.

Who wants a healthier future

for our children and a stronger economy? We all do.

Through North Stream Oil's tar sands innovation initiative,

come see how we're innovating for a cleaner future

at www.carbonsafestorage.com.

North Stream Oil cares.

You think I'm paid to say that.

I am.

You think I'd lie for a lousy paycheck?

I wouldn't.

As V.P. of Stakeholder Relations,

I came to Little Big Bear to hear you.

To hear your questions.

Your hopes. Your fears.

- Because, ultimately this is your town... - Stop.

... your valley and your decision.

Bullshit. They started building that damn thing months ago.

North Stream Oil wants to build a refinery

in the middle of nowhere

because it's too big a health risk

to put next to a major city.

North Stream chose this site

because it is the perfect nexus for oil sands petroleum into the U.S.

And our safety standards far exceed the legal requirements.

What about crime?

The Chief is right.

It's happened in Fort McMurray and Grande Prairie.

Migrant oil workers from all over the world,

pouring into little towns like ours,

after long, backbreaking shifts,

looking for somewhere to spend their cash.

At my bar, for starters.

My paint's peeling and my mortgage is hurting.

So, you guys want to keep your local watering hole open,

I need more customers.

They're not gonna stop at a few beers...

Half the shops in this town are closed,

and the other half are struggling to stay open!

Young men away from their wives.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa.

What does the Police Chief think?

You've worked big cities, surely you can't be worried?

I'm new here.

I was just concerned.

Afraid of a little crime, Chief?

You better at catching trout than crooks?

All right then, well,

if you want my opinion, I think it's a shit idea.

If it was up to me, I'd say no.

Well, it isn't.

Police Chief's job's not to interfere

in decisions like this.

That's right.

Goddamn it, you just rolled in here.

You weren't born here, you weren't raised here,

you haven't got the right.

Me, I've got no rights at all.

I'm just here to protect you.

But this town relies almost entirely

on a modest tourist industry, doesn't it?

So if you're so keen on protecting it,

why is there a tourist in the hospital

and a grizzly bear on the loose,

while you were out fishing all day?

Seems to me the Chief should be out there shooting bears,

not in here shooting his mouth off.

How'd I do?

Ah, this always goes the same way.

If someone won't sign over their land for company access,

we just build our roads on the neighbor's property.

Then they get all the tanker noise and traffic fumes

and none of the cash.

What about the rancher, Lyle?

He comes from an oil family. He'll know industry tactics.

Then there's the doctor with the chip on her shoulder,

and the Police Chief with something to prove.

You're here to get a bunch of boxes ticked.

Don't make things complicated.

Care to fill me in?

I'm taking responsible social action.

Right.

You've got a dead duck in a plastic bag.

They're poisoning our river!

Oh, yeah? It's our river now, is it?

And the only reason the principal bollocked me

for bringing a dead duck into biology class

is because North Stream Oil

just donated money to the school.

Really?

Anna.

Is this going to happen to us?

What did Bradshaw say?

She said it had probably flown through a wind farm.

Well, how do you know it didn't die of bird flu?

I don't know what it died of. Yet.

Put your belt on.

All right.

Fuck me.

Oi!

Excuse me, uh... Mrs...

- Bradshaw. - Mrs. Bradshaw.

Could you get your truck off my road?

Your road?

The Municipal District's road,

and we have full use.

Oh, fair point.

But, um, you know,

next time, what if it squashes a school bus or something?

How you doing, Dan, you all right?

Mmm?

What's all this, then?

Mr. Lyle and I are just having a private meeting.

Oh.

Scooch up.

Is she trying to get your signature...

Excuse me. On something?

- Eh? - Maybe.

You got a lawyer, mate?

- Have you got a lawyer? - I don't know.

Oh, shit.

This man is in no fit state to be signing any legal contracts.

What do you take me for?

I don't take you for anything, love.

Who's in no fit state?

Well, Mrs...

- Bradshaw. - Mrs. Bradshaw...

is trying to get your brother to sign some sort of deal.

Look, just leave him out of this.

Do you understand me?

Elizabeth and me, we're trying to do a little deal here.

I go and take a piss, I come back here and you crawled in.

Now what business is this of yours?

Well, I do apologize, Mr. Lyle.

I didn't realize that you were here.

I'll be in my office. We can finish our deal there.

All right.

You can buy yourself a dirt track,

but you can't stop me from closing the road to your traffic

if it presents a health and safety risk

to the residents of this town

and their kids,

Elizabeth.

You may well have a personal opinion

about our use of the road,

but you're powerless to stop it.

We'll see about that, won't we?

The Police Chief just knocked $25,000

off the deal we offered you.

Oi.

Don't forget your duck.

What was all that about?

I took some socially responsible action.

- God! Jesus! Fuck! - Get your hands in the air!

Danny, really?

Da... Denise.

Get your hands in the air, Lyle, now.

Okay, put the gun... What? Put the gun away.

If you don't arrest him, no one'll respect your authority.

I'm British, Denise, we don't do guns. Put the gun away.

Dad.

Put the gun away.

Put the gun away.

I think you and I, we need to have a quiet, little talk.

Are you going to arrest me?

Do I need to?

Up your ass, you fat Limey.

Oh, knock it off, Danny. Really?

Jesus!

Oh, fuck!

- It's okay, here we go. - Oh, you...

Come on, you're on the sidewalk. You can't lie on the sidewalk.

All right.

Just leave us the hell alone, will you?

Oh, Christ, you're not gonna puke, are you?

You go on, Danny.

Nothing to see here.

- You got a tissue, love? - Yeah.

Now, oil workers from Britain to British Columbia

are gonna start pouring into that facility,

and all of them looking for

the nearest town to get fucked up in.

And the nearest town is, uh...

I'm sorry. How can I help you?

How can I...

help you?

I'm not following this at all.

Follow this,

I'm, uh, Head of Security,

and our workers are gonna be subject to

a zero tolerance policy

on drugs, alcohol, gambling, prostitution and violence.

Believe me, we're... we're watching them.

But the reality is

we're counting on your cooperation

to make sure things go smoothly.

Smoothly for who?

Yeah, your only hope of keeping law and order

is to cooperate fully with North Stream Oil.

That's why we pay you.

You don't pay me. The Council pays me.

With our money.

You know, this, this shit-heel town couldn't afford...

a Police Chief without us.

Door!

North Stream has blood on its hands.

I've been up north. I've seen what they've done.

Well, you think getting pissed is going to help?

I filed a report,

submitted it to the Federal Health Department,

and within three months,

half a dozen so-called colleagues

have signed a document discrediting me.

I'm ruined.

Can I make you a coffee?

I'm scared.

I'm really, really scared.

Can you stay with me?

Jesus, Suzy.

They're following me.

- Who is? - The...

Just don't leave me.

Okay?

You should go see your kids.

I'll get Father Greg too, all right?

Come around and take you to a meeting?

I don't need a fucking meeting. I don't need a meeting.

Just go.

Just fucking go. Go.

Ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls...

Here we go!

Five...

- Four... - It's starting. Come on!

Three...

Two...

One... Go!

And they're off!

Which duck is in the lead?

And it looks like a pretty tight race to me, sports fans.

Neck and neck at the start.

It says here you poked him in the eye.

I tried to talk to him.

And then kicked him in the balls.

It was just a tap, love.

His brother lodged a complaint with the Council.

Use of undue force.

I think you're gonna get a warning.

Jesus, Jim, no wonder everybody's staring at us.

Is there anything else you want to tell me about?

The Tribal Elders are pissed.

Why? What's he done now?

You know the casino on the edge of town?

Yeah, the one they built on the reservation.

It's not a reservation, love. It's a reserve.

Reservation is American, apparently.

Anyways, my father borrowed a lot of money

- to get that built. - So?

You need the refinery to get people into the casino.

If you're against the refinery, you're against the casino.

I thought people loved the police in Canada.

Yeah, until you got here, evidently.

We came here to get away from the wreckage,

not make more of it.

We agreed, peace.

Unit One, this is Unit Three. Come in.

We got a 10-38 on Moose Mountain.

I'm British, Nick,

I'm not up on the 10 codes. Can I have it in English?

Just get here, Chief. Quick.

Right.

Did you touch anything?

Where do elves live?

In the woods.

How come I never see them?

They only come out at night.

- Are you okay? - Mm-hmm.

If she was planning to top herself,

she wouldn't have done it after a glass of fucking Rioja.

And she would have told me. She trusted me.

You know how many alcoholics commit suicide?

No note.

No call.

She just drives in at a lay-by and blows her brains out.

I don't buy it.

All I know is that Suzy was going after North Stream.

And after that she was blacklisted.

There's something.

Hello.

What if she didn't kill herself?

The coroner agreed it was a suicide.

No, something's not right here.

You ever worked homicide?

Yuck.

Elves.

I'll go, love.

It's 5:00 in the morning, mate.

There's a monster.

You all right?

What's going on?

- There's someone outside. - What?

Get dressed. Get dressed.

How soon can you get here?

Twenty minutes. Something wrong, Chief?

As soon as you can, love.

Fuck!

Come on...

- Jesus, Jim. - Come on.

Fuck! Dad!

- I'll do the belt, yeah. - Good girl.

All right, this is what we're gonna do, all right?

I'm gonna start the car, I'm gonna put the door up

and we're gonna drive right out, straight out.

I want you to duck down, all right,

tuck right down, and stay like this.

- Let's see you do it? - Get down.

That's it.

Right.

Oh, Jeez, I told you to fix that thing.

Stay down, stay down.

Where are we going?

Calgary.

What just happened, Jim?

I don't know, love.

- Everything okay, Chief? - Yeah.

Be a sniper's bullet in the, uh, front room.

I found it. Also, a broken window, ground floor,

fire damage to the downstairs bathroom, we contained it,

and an empty briefcase on the porch.

Nick's checking the perimeter now.

Good.

Oh, fuck.

You stay in the car, love.

I need to wee-wee.

Can you hold it?

Petey, I don't think there's a loo here.

I'm going to pee

- in my pants. - Dad, Petey needs the loo.

- Petey... - Not now, love, all right?

But I need to wee-wee.

Not now, pal, I'm sorry.

He's five years old. Thirty seconds for a piss behind the car.

- I need to wee wee. - I said no.

Dad!

I'm going to pee in my pants.

Dad!

He was only five.

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