All language subtitles for Werewolf.2016.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG2_English

(Birds chirping)

(Leaves rustling in wind)

(Rope creaking)

(Birds continue chirping)

(Woman coughing)

(Sniffing)

(Coughing)

- My hands are
a bit cold, so...

- Doesn't matter.

- All right, great.

I'm just gonna
go right here.

You're doing great.

Have you experienced
any withdrawal symptoms?

- Yeah, right now.

- And how's your mood been,
on a scale of 1 to 10,

rating of 10 as--

- Four.

- OK.

And are you experiencing
any suicidal ideation,

any thoughts of harming
or killing yourself?

- Yes.

- Do you have the means
to do that?

- Yes.

- (Whispering): OK.

(Pen scratching on paper)

Do you wanna tell me
what that plan is?

- No, if I could just
get my methadone soon,

then it wouldn't be a problem.

- It seems to be a really
important thing.

- Yeah, I'm just waiting
to get it, and I really want it.

- Yeah.
- I need it right now.

- OK, we'll get through this,

and then we'll get
the doctor in to see you.

- OK, let's go quick.

- And relationship
stressors, conflict,

which would include
custody, environment,

finances or housing?

- Yes.

- Do you--
- I can't see my daughter.

- That must be hard.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

(Talking indistinctly)

(Giggling)

(Talking indistinctly)

- Yeah, he got me
all confused.

(Laughing)

- Hi!

(All talking, indistinct)

(Dispenser whirring
and liquid pouring)

(Men continue
talking, indistinct)

- (Pharmacist):
Thanks very much.

- (Man): Thanks!

(Nessa spitting,
gasoline pouring)

(Lawnmower droning loudly)

(Droning stops)

(Scoffing)

(Cicada buzzing)

- That's all.

(Droning resumes)

- (Woman):
Hi, can I help you?

- Um, we wanted to apply
for no-income hous--

low-income housing.

- Low-income housing.

- OK. Uh, is it just
for the two of you?

- Yes.

- OK.

(Paper rustling)

There ya go.

Uh, do you have
any children?

- (Nessa): No, um...
No, we don't.

- (Blaise): No.

- OK, subsidized
housing is, basically,

for families and seniors,

although, recently, we did open
a unit for single people.

Currently, it's full
right now, though.

- Well, then why did you even
tell us about it if it's full?

- Oh, to let you know
that one is available

and that we can put you
on a waiting list and--

- How long is the list, and
how long do you have to wait?

How many names do you
have on it right now?

- It varies.

Uh, there's about
a dozen on the list.

It varies in the times.
Some are short stay.

- So that's what, 2-3 years
you have to wait?

- No, it would be more
of a short stay.

Some have a faster turnover

and are able to get out
and open up an availability.

- Well, that's no good

because we don't have
anywhere to go right now.

We don't have
a year or two

to wait around to find
somewhere to live.

You know, we'll just,
like, sleep outside.

That's what we do,
sleep outside.

We'll sleep in a car.

- It's really unfortunate that
I'm not able to help you more

than to give you
those directions.

- She's only
19 years old.

- There's nothing more that
the housing can do, though.

I'm really sorry
at this point.

The only options that we have,
like I said,

we just recently opened
a unit for single people.

- Yeah, well, I knew that she
was gonna say all that stuff,

so we're kind of
wasting our time.

We should probably go find
something better to do,

try to find
somewhere to stay.

I knew that that
was gonna happen.

I didn't have any faith
in coming here whatsoever.

It's actually
just disappointing

when you come
to places like this

and they tell you
things like that.

(Wind whistling)

(Cicada buzzing
and birds chirping)

(Dog barking and howling
in distance)

(Crickets chirping)

(Kissing)

- We're gonna leave?

- Mm-hmm.

(Nessa giggling)

(Dispenser whirring)

(Birds and insects chirping)

(Knocking on door)

- Do you wanna get
your lawn mowed today?

- I'll have to check
with my husband. Dave!

- (Man): Yeah.

- Do you want
the lawn mowed?

- Do me a favour.
Leave here before you--

- I wanna do
you a favour.

That's why we're here.
We wanna mow your lawn.

- Do me a favour. Take your
girlfriend and mower and leave.

- I'm trying to
do you a favour.

- I'm telling you right now.
I'm not gonna say it again.

- Listen, I think we got
off on the wrong foot.

- Yeah, we did when you put
your foot inside my house.

- We can do the whole thing
for 15 if that's better.

- No, it's just...

- That's as low
as we can go.

- I don't really
know you and...

You know what?

I'd rather give you $5,

and then I wouldn't be
worried about other things.

- Yeah, we're pretty worried

about that too
ourselves, actually.

- Pretty worried
about what?

- Peace of mind, security.

- Yeah.

I guess the best I can
do, not knowing you,

is I'm willing to
give you 5 bucks

and send you
on your way.

- You can take it
if you want it.

I'm not putting it
in my pocket.

- No, but I bet you'll darn
well use it when she takes it.

- Hmm...

(Children laughing)

Could you ask one of them
if they live here?

- Um, do any of you
guys live here?

Guys?

- Do any of you kids
live here in this house?

- (Boy): Yeah!

- Is your mother home?

- Yeah!

- (Nessa and Blaise):
Can you go get her?

- I'll be right back, guys!

- Mommy!
Aw, she can't hear me.

- Could you go in
and get your mother?

- I can't because
she can't hear me.

Knock there very hard.

(Doorbell ringing)

(Children shouting
in distance)

- Can I mow your lawn?

- In this heat
you're mowing lawns?

- It's fine.

- Well, I don't
have much money.

What do you need it for?
Are you back on drugs?

- I'm on the
methadone program now.

- I see.

I don't own a mower.

- We got that.

- Who's we?

- Me and Blaise.

- So, are you pushing the
mower in this heat or him?

(Lawnmower droning)

- Does your girlfriend
want a drink of water?

- Do you want
a drink of water?

- (Nessa):
If you got one, yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, sure.

- Do you wanna
take a break?

Take a break.

Aw, my legs are fucked!

(Grunting)

(Breathing heavily)

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

- What's your name?

- I'm Nessa.

- You did a good job.

- Thanks.

(Child giggling in distance)

(Sniffing)

- I'm gonna go in.

Just let me know
when you guys are done.

- OK.
- Yeah.

(Crickets chirping)

(Grunting)

(Dog barking in distance)

Can't wait to get
the fuck out of here!

- How far do you
think we could go?

- How far do
you wanna go?

- Far.

- Then we'll go far.

(Birds chirping)

- (Pharmacist):
Unfortunately, you can't start

a methadone program elsewhere

while you still have
a balance with us.

- How much is it?

- Let me just
bring it up here.

(Computer mouse clicking)

Uh, looks like
your tab is $150.

- OK.

OK, thanks,
just give me a moment.

(Sniffing)

(Dispenser whirring,
liquid pouring)

*

(Cicada buzzing)

* *

(Lawnmower droning, muffled)

(Droning stops)

(Droning resumes)

(Droning stops)

(Scoffing)

- I'll have to fucking suck
somebody's dick or something!

(Blaise chuckling)

That's supposed
to be funny.

- You could get
2 weeks out of it.

You could get 3 weeks out
of it. That's about it.

You know, like, you can't
say about rings...

Once they go, that's it.
She's not gonna run no more.

- Yeah, I figured you'd
say something like that.

- A lawnmower, it's like a motor
of a car, it only lasts so long.

- Why don't you show me
what you just did?

(Lawnmower droning)

- Look, it's not
gonna run very long.

(Droning continues)

(Droning stops)

- Well, how much--

- She's not
gonna last long.

- What would you charge
to get it fixed?

- Uh, I would have to
replace the whole motor.

About $60.

(Sighing)

- $60.

How long
would it take?

- Uh, well, if I can find
the right motor around here

and get it up
and running,

probably about
3-4 days.

- I don't know man, um...

See, we couldn't
even get it going,

and now it's smoking,

and you're saying it's
gonna be $60 to fix it?

- Yeah?

- Do I even look
like I have $60?

Does she look
like she has $60?

- Do I look like
I fix 'em for nothing?

- No, but I
don't know, man!

It's awfully weird
that you start it up,

and all this smoke's
coming out of it.

- That's 'cause
I know what I'm doing.

- Well, I think we know
what we're doing too.

We did everything we
were supposed to do.

- Well, then, if you know what
you're doing, you don't need me.

- Well, we'll go
to somebody else.

- Well, go right ahead.

That's fine with me, because
I don't fix 'em for nothing.

- Well, do you think...

That's not a
very good way

to get customers and
have a business.

Just do something
different...

- Well, I just got
the thing running for you!

It wasn't running
for you at all!

- Come on.

- I know, but you're saying

it's gonna be,
like, 60 bucks!

And I don't think so.
I feel like you're lying to me.

I do. I don't think you're
telling me the truth, man!

I think you're just trying
to get more money out of us

than it would actually
cost to fix the thing.

- Well, there's a guy
out in Sydney River

if you wanna
take it to him.

- Yeah, I know!

- Well, that's just
fine with me!

- All right, well...

- Yeah! Good luck with it!

- Well, that's
what it is!

- All right!
That's the way she is!

(Birds chirping)

- We'll get it
fixed somewhere else.

(Cicada buzzing)

(Dog barking and howling)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Whispering):
Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fucked up!

I'm gonna fuck it all up!

(Sniffing)

(Rain pattering)

(Lighter clicking)

- Blaise...

(Crickets chirping)

(Knocking on door)

- (Diane): Come in!

(Sighing)

- We'd only be staying
a couple weeks.

(Fly buzzing)

(Buzzing stops)

(Sighing)

- (Female counsellor): You're
going to write a list of goals.

And you're going to
sign off on that list

between you and me

about how you're gonna
prepare for this path.

(Counsellor talking, indistinct)

(Printer beeping
and whirring)

- I can see in your eyes that
you're just looking down on me.

And you actually don't care.

Once I walk out of that office,

you just go on with
the next person,

and you just put me
out of your head.

You don't consider
my situation.

You don't care about me
as a person.

You don't understand
what I'm going through.

And if you did,
if you really did,

you would be a little bit
more sympathetic with me,

and you wouldn't
be bringing up

all this rules-and-regulation
shit that you hide behind.

You're using that
as a shield, man,

and that's not
fucking fair!

- Sir--

- You don't understand
how a person like me lives.

You have no idea.

And if you knew,
you wouldn't do it, either.

You couldn't live
one day in my life.

- (Nurse): The last time
you asked for take-home doses,

you didn't have
a permanent residence.

- I--I got a place.
It's, um...

It's 1362 Victoria Road.

(Pen scratching on paper)

- OK, I'll just read
over the contract,

and you'll have to agree to
the conditions before signing.

"Methadone is
a long-acting narcotic

"which can be very dangerous

"and must be kept out of
the hands of children

"and non-tolerant or
non-opiate dependent persons.

"A single dose taken by someone
not used to taking narcotics

"can be fatal, especially
if taken by a child.

"For this reason,

"I agree to store take-home
doses in a locked box

"in a location where they
are unlikely to be stolen

"or accidentally taken
by another person.

"I will transport my carries
to and from the pharmacy

"in a locked storage box.

"I will not share,
administer to others

"or sell my methadone dose.

"This will result in immediate
discharge from the program.

"I will notify
the police immediately

"if any of my methadone
is lost or stolen.

"If I do not report this,

"I may be required to return
for daily witnessed ingestion."

Do you agree to these terms?

(Bottle lid clicking)

- (Blaise):
Push down and twist it.

(Nessa swallowing)

(Bottle lid clicking)

(Refrigerator door closing)

(Key jingling)

(Dispenser whirring
and liquid pouring)

(Birds chirping)

- OK, so just turn a bit.

Make sure that's tight
and your hair is back. OK.

- Come over here.

When you're taking it down,

you gotta pull it forward
and then tilt it down,

and make sure your
other hand's there

or you'll hit yourself
in the face.

And then you put it
in the bucket.

You think you can do
that one by yourself?

Just watch the grill, OK?

Tilt it down.

There you go.
Watch your head.

Now tilt it up.

Now go put that one
in the bucket too.

And I'll take down this one
because you gotta be tall

or you're burn yourself on the
grill and it hurts like a bitch!

(Water splashing)

I'll see my little pumpkin,

gonna get a little
drunkie-poo...

just enjoy life.

We have to go to the makeup
stores or I swear to God!

What? Eww!

- That's bullshit, Mark!

- I'm too close. Fuck!

- That's fucked up!

- Oh, I almost had him too!
Fucking asshole!

(* Techno on video game )

- Imagine this with PMD?

- (Woman): Nope.
- Nope!

- I'd be in the fucking TV!

- Oh yeah?

- A lot of people die
from that shit.

Fuck that!
Nah, stick with my weed.

Snort the odd pill.

- This is
your last one.

- Who? His?
Blaise's?

- Red. Whoever's red.

This is the last time.
- That's mine.

- How long have you been
living in this neighbourhood?

- About 5 years.

It's not bad.
A lot of kids.

- I used to live
right there.

- Kids are good.

- Yeah. Just a lot.

- Probably some
drama, though, eh?

- Oh, there's always drama.
- Always.

- Cop car every
couple days.

It's like a soap opera.
I like to watch.

- Kids come blowing
in and out.

- (Chuckling):
Oh fuck!

(Woman talking in distance)

(Bicycle clattering)

(Sniffing)

- I think I should go.

(Sniffing)

- What do you mean?

- Leave Diane's, like, now.

- Don't be
talking crazy.

- It's not crazy.

Diane only took me in
because I come with you.

- We're leaving soon anyway.

- Would you just fucking
stop talking about that?

- You said we're
leaving soon.

- And you're still
talking about it.

- Yeah!

We're supposed to be leaving
soon. You said we would.

- Can we just fucking talk
about something else?

Jesus fucking
Christ, Vanessa!

(Crickets chirping)

(Sniffing)

- Your napkin should not
be like that,

because if someone
goes to grab it,

they're gonna grab this instead
of the cone and it's gonna fall.

So just fold it in half and
then put your cone in it.

But you're always gonna
get your napkin first,

because people will watch you,
and it's not sanitary.

(Chuckling)

(Machine whirring)

Don't put any in the cone.

Go along the rim.

Slow!

Remember to go slow.

(Machine whirring)

Don't make as wide circles.

- (Katie): It's gonna end up
dropping on her.

- I know.
I'm gonna roar.

(Woman chuckling)

(Grinder squeaking)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Snoring quietly)

(* Man singing folk song
on radio in distance *)

- (Slurring): Where'd
my cigarette go?

I just had a cigarette.

(Blaise scoffing)

- You look fucked up.

- Just tired.

Well, I don't wanna do a urine
drug screening for the clinic!

Don't be giving me this shit!

And don't be bringing this
guy in to talk to me either.

- (Man): Sir, you can get your
methadone at Island Recovery.

- I can't get
to Island Recovery.

I can't get on
a half-hour bus ride

to go anywhere right now
to get anything.

I'm sick.
I need my medicine!

- This is protocol.

Anyone caught stealing

is automatically
debarred from the store.

We're no longer obliged
to supply your methadone.

- Well, guess what?
You got me hooked on this shit!

Now, when I need it,
you won't give it to me.

You got lots of
methadone back there.

You have my dose.
Give it to me now.

- I'm sorry.
- Give it to me.

- You need to show up
at Island Recovery

or you'll be reported.

- Give me my fucking dose!

- I'm sorry, sir,
you will have to leave.

- Well, what if I don't leave?
What if I just stand here?

- A customer's waiting.
Good day, sir.

- What if I do that?

You're all going apeshit

over a fucking $5 bottle
of cough syrup,

because I needed
a little bit of codeine!

Because you don't mix the
fucking doses strong enough

so I can get better on them!

And if I go to prison...

(Whispering):
What the fuck are you doing?

Stop shoving me around.

What the fuck
is your problem?

Nessa, fucking stop it!

What the fuck
are you doing?

(Crickets chirping)

I'm fucking better than
everybody else around...

(Muttering indistinctly)

(Boy giggling)

- (Boy):
Bam, bam, bam, bam!

(Boy grunting)

Whoa!

(Birds chirping)

(Grunting)

(Hissing)

(Roaring)

Bam!

Bam, bam, bam!

(Giggling)

Bam, bam!

Bam!

(Imitating explosion)

(Dog barking)

(Imitating gunshot)

- Whoa, this is so cool!

I wish I had one.

- Well, I took it
from Nessa.

- Well, you gotta
take it back home.

- I don't think I can
bring it back, Donald.

- Why?

I just gotta
move this chair...

right here.

(Key jingling)

Don't drink that.
Don't do that.

Don't!

(Dog barking)

You're even sickier.

You're even sick.

You're even sickier.

- If someone has a piece
of hair in their food,

they're gonna
give you shit.

So next time you come to work,
make sure you're clean, OK?

- OK.
- OK.

(Grinder squeaking)

- (Mark):
You guys still going out West?

(* Techno on video game )

- (Slurring):
Uh, I don't know anymore.

(Controller clicking)

- Does she even know
where you're at?

(Lasers firing on video game)

She's probably looking for you.

Fuck!

Aw!

What's that you got?
It's juice, is it?

You didn't take it yet today?

You seem pretty sleepy.

- I'm just tired.

- Aw, fuck it, man!

You wanna fall asleep
there, go ahead.

Don't matter to me.

You're welcome here anytime.

I only have a few people
at my house,

but you guys are cool.

- Yeah, thanks, Mark.

- Yeah, no problem.

This fucking game is
fucking addictive!

You want a shot?

- A shot?

- At the game!

(Mark chuckling)

It pisses me off,
but I can't put it down.

You get stoned off it?

- Holy shit!

- You still get
a buzz on from it?

- Oh yeah!

- Lola, get!

Fucking dog!

As soon as someone comes in,

she's right in
their fucking face!

You all right?
- Yeah, I'm just...

- Do you need to call
somebody or something?

- I don't have
anybody to call.

- Do you wanna crash on
the couch or something, man?

- It's all right here,
but the dog is kind of...

- Move, Lola! Go!

Move! Go!

(* Music volume increases )

(Muffled): Do you
wanna crash? Blaise?

Blaise? Blaise?

(Lasers firing)

Blaise?

Blaise!

(Line ringing)

- (Woman):
Regional Hospital.

Hi, Regional Hospital.

Hello?

- (Katie): Right, so now
you gotta fold it up

and use that fork
over there, OK?

All right, so, grab some
tartar sauce and coleslaw.

I think that's what
it said on the slip.

Oh, the tartar sauce is in here,
and the coleslaw is down there.

Just grab one each.

So, make sure you put
that in the bag.

And you can also
grab a knife.

There's a knife
right over there, OK?

All right, thank you!

Make sure you clean up
your mess, OK?

Just put that there.

(Tap running)

(Vomiting)

What you doing?

Are you OK?

You not feel good?

No?

Do you need a break?

Yeah? All right.

(Pen scratching on paper)

- (Nurse): And how are
you sleeping and resting?

- Fine.

- Blood-borne
pathogen status?

- Hep C.
- OK.

And relationship
stressors, conflict?

Custody, environment,
finances, housing?

- Yeah.

- Which ones?

- Relationship.

- Relationship?

Anything specifically?

- OK.

Um, are you experiencing
any withdrawal symptoms?

- No.

- Absent.
That's good.

Any impairments to
what you want to do

or what you need to do
in your daily life?

- (Whispering): No.

- OK.

And your mood, on a
scale of 1 to 10,

with 10, of course, being the
best, happiest day of your life

and everything's perfect

and 1 being the
absolute worst,

where would you
rate yourself today?

- Three.

- Three. OK.

And are you feeling
any thoughts

of wanting to harm
yourself or kill yourself?

OK. Do you get
take-home doses?

OK.

(Dispenser whirring
and liquid pouring)

(Man talking, indistinct)

- Here you go, Vanessa.

(Man talking, indistinct)

(Grill sizzling)

- How you doing?

- Fine.

- Fine?

I have the 4 here,
from when I started my 4th year,

and then somebody
stuck the "ever" on it.

I guess I'm gonna
be here for a while.

(Slurping and swallowing)

Hey, we got another order.

- (Jessie):
What is it?

- Uh, we got small vanilla.

- Small vanilla?

- Yeah!

- Do you wanna make that?

- (Vanessa):
e was in ICU not too long ago.H

Yeah, I'm still here.

(Cars whooshing)

1B?

What does 1B mean?

(Bird chirping)

Where's that?

The psych unit, where is it?

- (Woman):
Yeah, I'm super sick.

Are you sick?

Yeah, it's been awhile...

since this morning, so...

I heard he's got
12s and 4s,

so that shouldn't
be too bad.

- (Female therapist): I'd like
you to ask yourself...

if it's functional
being a couple right now.

He broke into
your lockbox,

jeopardizing
himself and you

at a time when you were
trying to take a step forward.

And you've expressed before

that this is a
reoccurring pattern of his.

- I said he's OD'd before.

- He tried to take his own
life just a few months ago.

- That's different.

He was in jail then.

- We've discussed before

about how you can enable this
behaviour by always being there.

You're not the first person
to lose take-home doses.

That's not my
concern here.

I'm concerned about
your boundaries.

What's too much for you?

- Don't know.

- Vanessa,
in my experience,

it's very difficult for couples
to come clean together.

It can be very threatening
when one person changes.

Let me ask you...

do you think you may go
back to Transition House?

The women's shelter
is non-punitive.

There's no shame
going back.

- I don't want that
kind of help.

- Are you waiting for him?

I'm very concerned

that you're making the
same choices over and over

and expecting a
different result.

And that's a recipe
for insanity.

You've lost an awful lot,
and it's a lot to carry around.

But you have to know

it's not your responsibility
to keep him alive.

(Dispenser whirring,
liquid pouring)

(Door beeping)

(Plastic rustling)

(Woman chuckling)

(Door beeping)

(Cash register beeping)

(Coins jingling)

- I wanna pay my tab too.

- (Pharmacist): Sure.

How much do you wanna pay?

- All of it.

(Keyboard clicking)

(Machine whirring)

- (Katie):
OK, we just gotta get a bag.

Thank you.

(Cash register beeping)

(Paper rustling)

(Customers talking, indistinct)

Hi, how are you? Good!

- (Jessie):
Oh, I forgot to tell you,

there was a young guy,

he came here yesterday,
and he was looking for you.

- (Katie): OK, sure!

- Tried to bum a smoke off me,
but I didn't give him one.

(Cars whooshing)

(Cicada buzzing)

(Bird squawking)

(Crickets chirping)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Dog howling)

(Dog howling loudly)

(Footsteps approaching)

- You're here!

(Sighing)

I just got out
of the hospital.

I have a shitload of energy
right now. It's amazing!

(Breathing heavily)

Are you sleeping?
Did I wake you up?

You look like
you were sleeping.

- Blaise.

- Are you tired?

I have, like, so much
fucking energy right now!

Oh, holy shit!

It's like...

"Gong, gong, gong..."

(Slapping chest)

(Breathing heavily)

It sounds like blood is
pumping into my ears, like...

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

It was dripping
down my face like this...

I was crying blood.

It was like tears.

It was real blood.

And I looked at myself

in the reflection
of a spoon that I had,

and it was, like, horrible,
freaky kind of shit!

It was really fucked up!

I'm glad that
you didn't see it,

'cause it would have
fucked you up forever!

I can't...

I don't even wanna think
of looking at myself

with blood coming
out of my eyes.

I never looked
like that before.

(Birds chirping)

(Groaning quietly)

- What happened?

- I tried to
cut it off.

You gotta go to work
and make money...

so you can get
an apartment...

and invite your friends over.

You should look at
yourself in the window...

see what you
look like now.

(Wind blowing)

(Wind continues blowing)

(Grinder squeaking)

- (Katie):
Hi, how are you?

- (Child):
Hi, can I have a large cone...

( Love Letter Ballad
by Mess Folk *)

* I wrote a letter toda *

But I didn't know
what to sa *

I wrote a letter to yo *

A love lette *

Even though you hate m *

Yeah, you hate m *

O *

O *

I wrote a letter toda *

But I didn't know
what to sa *

I wrote a lette *

I wrote a lette *

It's to yo *

But I didn't know
what to sa *

I wrote a letter to yo *

Even though
you hate me no **

Closed Captions MELS