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So,�this�is�dating on�the�rez,�hey?
(crow�cawing)
Yeah.
The�city�has�got�the�zoo,
but�you�have�to�admit,
this�is a�little�more�authentic.
(roaring)
Yeah.�Way�more�authentic.
It's�just�this�is�the�fifth�time we've�been�to�the�dump,
and�it's�been�the�same�bear every�time.
This�guy's�act is�getting�kind�of�stale.
Hey,�buddy. Get�some�new�material.
(laughing)�Yeah.�We�get�it.
You�can�do�stuff.
(Jo�yawning)
Jo: Yawn.
Let's�go,�already.�Shake�it�up.
Jo: We've�seen�that�one.
Logan: Let's�get�out�of�here.
This�is�just�sad.
?�'Cause�I�can�love�you,�baby�?
?�All�night�long�?
It's�the�dawn�of�the�Grouse�Lake Grouse�Break,
so�that�means�hunting�season is�officially�open.
(bell�dinging)
And�not�a�moment�too�soon.
There's�way�too�many�of�them.
They're�eating�our�berries, attacking�our�rez�dogs
and�peeping�in�our�windows while�we�change.
Before�the�hunt�starts,
here's�Buck�Shot and�the�Twenty�Twos
with�their�hit�song,
"There's�No�Safety on�this�Dear�Heart�o'�Mine."
Fok.�I�remember�killing�my�first grouse�like�it�was�yesterday.
Grouse�don't�fuck�with�me,�bro. They�know�I'm�hard.
Killing�grouse?�Not�that�crazy.
Yeah,�it�is.�It's�nuts.
Yeah.�Last�one�I�killed�fed my�family�for�whole�a�week.
First�grouse�I�killed, I�went�full�Assassin's�Creed.
I�blasted�it�with�my�slingshot from,�like,
here�to�that�pile�of�dog�shit.
-�On�God?�For�real? -�No�cap.
One�time, I�shot�a�grouse's�heart
right�through�its�chest. Didn't�even�ruin�the�meat.
Oh,�yeah? What�did�you�shoot�it�with?
A�double-barrel. Sawed-off�buckshot-y.
Your�story�is�shotty.
Yeah.�I�don't�think you�killed�one�before,�bro.
-�Yeah.�I�have. -�You're�capping.
I'm�not�capping.�I�never�cap! There's�no�cap.
All�right.
If�you�killed�one,�what sound�did�it�make�when�it�died?
Paul: Well,�at�first,�when�I�shot�it,
it�didn't�make�a�noise.
And�then,�all�of�a�sudden, it�started�to�go,
"Owie!�Owie-owie-owie-ouch."
"Owie-owie-ouch?"
Man,�fuck�you�guys!
(laughing)
Dean: I�know�this�may�seem�crazy,
and�maybe�things�are�moving too�fast,
but�I've�been�giving�it a�lot�of�thought.
(knocking�on�door)
Ahoy.
Can�I�offer�you�some�oranges or�some�spruce�bark?
No,�I'm�good.�Let's�go.
Uh,�it's,�uh-- It's�scurvy�season.
Aw,�that's�so�cute.�You're worried�about�me�getting�scurvy.
Here,�here.�Have�a�seat.
-�Here? -�Yeah.
I�was�thinking�in�there.
Oh,�no.�That�room's�got,�like,
bees�or�wasps or�something�sting-y.
Quit�fucking�around, and�let's�fuck�around.
Wait.�Uh,�don't�go�in�there.
Shit!
Get--�Oh.
Is�this�supposed�to�be�me?
This�isn't�so�bad.
You�and�me...
(Chickadee�clearing�throat)
...and�Chickadee.
Just�the�three�of�us.
Alone.�Together.
Well,�I�better�go
get�ready�for�the�hunt.
I�have�to�make�a�speech. Uh,�Chickadee?
(clearing�throat)
I�don't�like�you.
Do�you�want�to�talk�about�it?
Nope.�Doesn't�matter�anyways. You�won't�be�around�that�long.
You�don't�know�that.
My�mom�usually�goes�for
the�long-haired, good-looking�macho�types,
and�you're�a�short-haired, yogurt-eating�yoga�boy.
All�that�does�is�give�me�energy to�be�your�mom's�boyfriend.
Yeah.�That's�what�you�think, city�boy.
I�think�my�mom is�going�to�break�you.
And�if�she�doesn't,�I�will.
I'll�see�you�on the�hunting�grounds.
The�only�hunting�you�do is�for�lattes�in�the�city.
Hey.�It's�not�easy trying�to�find�a�barista
who's�good�at�pouring those�little�cream�hearts.
Damn�it. Those�hearts�are�cool.
(grunting)
What's�the�matter,�b'eb?
Were�those�kids being�mean�to�you�again?
-�Yes. -�Tell�me�their�names.
I'll�go�talk�to�their�moms.
Just�leave�it.
You're�just�going�to embarrass�me�more.
(sighing)
I�have�something I�have�to�tell�you.
What?�Paul,�you're�scaring�me.
I�have�never...
...killed�a�grouse.
Oh.�You�haven't?
It�all�started when�I�was�a�young,
handsome-as-hell�kid.
My�boy,�remember�that
everything�in�nature is�connected,
and�that�we�respect all�living�things.
Look,�Ma.�A�grousey. Can�we�keep�him?
Shh.�Keep�it�the�fuck�down.
(grouse�peeping)
(panting)
You�better�believe we�can�keep�it,�for�dinner.
(bones�cracking)
Eee!
Paul: To�this�day,
I�shrivel�at�the�thought of�hunting.
How�am�I�supposed�to�provide for�my�kid�if�I�can't�even�hunt?
Well,�why�don't�you�tag�along with�the�Deadly�Teens?
They'll�show�you�how.
Besides,�you�can't�be that�scared�of�grouse.
I�mean,�you're�eating�one�now.
Welcome�to�the�Grouse�Lake Grouse�Break.
Before�we�start, here's�Chief�Jo.
(cheering)
What�are�you,�a�fucking�pylon?
Safety�first.
People�of�Grouse�Lake, today�is�a�traditional�day
where�we�pay�respect to�our�ancestors.
Hurry�the�hell�up.
Well,�all�right.
I'll�be�here�all�day checking�your�grouse�with�Lips,
and�as�of�this�moment, the�Grouse�Lake�Grouse�Break
is�officially�open!
(gunshot�sounding)
Let's�go,�sucker.
If�I�get�to�five�grouse�first,
I�get�to�harass�you every�damn�day�until�you�leave.
Well,�if�I�get�five�grouse first,
you�leave�me�and�your�mom�alone and�let�our�love�blossom.
Sounds�fuckin'�good�to�me, nurse�boy.
Don't�you�got�any�buttholes to�be�looking�at?
I'm�looking�at�one�right�now.
So,�she's�me?
Yeah,�man.
And�you�use�it�for--
Oh,�no. It's�not�what�you�think.
(sighing)�Okay.
I�was�actually�using�her
to�practise asking�you�something.
Captain�Gale, will�you�shack�up�with�me?
Uh--
Is�that�a�good�"uh"
or�a�bad�"uh"?
My�life�is�out�there, Dean,�on�the�high�seas.
You�mean�Lake�Winnipeg?
And�if�I'm�going�to�shack�up with�anyone,
it's�the�open�water.
But�it�could�be�here�with�me.
You�want�me�to�live�on�land like�some�kind�of�landlubber?
Fine,�then.�It's�me
or�the�sea.
A�captain�always�chooses her�sea.
Are�we�breaking�up?
Sorry,�Dean.
That's�okay. I�don't�need�you�anyway.
I�got�bucket�head.
Hey. Do�you�guys�mind�if�I�tag�along?
Forget�it,�bitch.
Grouse�smell�fear.
But�I�need�to�learn�how�to�hunt.
Fine.
But�you�got�to prove�yourself�first,
or�beat�it.
Shh.�There's�one�up�ahead.
Don't�fuck�this�up.
-�(panting) -�(grouse�peeping)
(shouting)�I�can't.
What�a�baby-ace.
Oof.
Later,�city�boy.
(chuckling)
All�you�had�to�do was�kill�a�grouse,�man.
That's�it.
You?�You�want�to�become�a�dad?
But�you're�a�scared�little�baby.
Why�are�you�so�scared of�everything?
-�(twig�snapping) -�(panting)
I�know�that's�you�guys.
You�guys�need�to�stop playing�around.
This�isn't�funny.
(screaming)
What's�the�matter? Too�good�for�me?
So,�you're�too�good to�hunt�me,�eh?
-�Uh,�uh-- -�Just�fucking�acting�good.
Are�you�even�real?
How's�that�for�real, you�big,�bald�fuck?
-�Ouch! -�Look,�kid.
My�kind�made�a�deal with�the�big�C�upstairs.
You're�supposed�to�hunt�me.
-�But�why? -�I�don't�fuckin'�know.
Just�go�away!
You're�still�not�fuckin' getting�it.
It's�the�circle�of�life or�some�shit.
Things�kill�things. Even�I�kill�shit.
Look.
Mmm.�All�right.�Now,�go�on. Do�it.�Kill�me.
I�ain't�got�to�hunt�shit!
Really,�Creator?
This�is the�fuckin'�guy�you�send�me?
Oh,�hey.
What�took�you�so�long�there, Slo-gan?
It's�not�about�speed when�it�comes�to�hunting.
You�learn�that at�shithead�school?
Yeah, and�I�graduated�with�honours.
How's�summer�school�going?
Pretty�good,�actually.
I�just�learned�to�count, which�comes�in�handy,
because�I've�got�two�grouse
and�you've�got�zero.
Well,�if�you�need�me, I'll�be�right�here,
relaxing�with�my�thoughts.
Logan: Shh.
(birds�chirping)
Here's�a�little�math�question for�you.
If�Chickadee�has�two�grouse
but�Logan�has�three...
...who's�the�shithead�now?
Ah�Shayshkiish!
Yeah.
(knocking�at�door)
Yeah,�yeah.
This�is�awkward,
but�me�ship's�dry-docked and�I'm�marooned.
What,�you�want�to�stay�here?
It's�the�only�place�in�town.
We�got�one�rule. No�heartbreakers�allowed.
I�don't�want�to�do�this,�Dean. This�is�super�awkward.
I'd�rather�haul�anchor and�get�the�hell�out�of�here.
Take�any�room�you�want. Towels�in�the�closet.
And�if�you�hear�crying in�the�night,�well,
that's�the�hot�water�tank.
(shouting)
You're�still�not�getting�it, man.
You�want�me�to�make�it�easy for�you?
Okay.
Here�you�go.
-�I'm�a�real�piece�of�shit. -�I'm�still�not�doing�it.
Done�some�terrible�things in�my�life,�Paul.
I�deserve�this.
So,�just�because�you're a�piece�of�shit,
I'm�supposed�to�hunt�you?
How's�this?
I�got�eight�kids, and�I�only�like�two�of�them.
And�when�I�borrow�money from�my�aunties,
I�never�give�it�back.
-�That's�light�work. -�How's�this?
I'm�racist�against�magpies.
I�think�they're�a�total�drain on�the�bird�species.
I�don't�give�a�shit about�any�of�this,�Grousey.
Well,�that's�not�even�racism. That's�just�facts.
(grunting)
All�right,�boy.
If�you're�not�going�to hunt�me...
...then�I�guess�I�got�to hunt�you.
(calling)
Nice�bird�call�there,
if�you�were�looking�for spruce�hens.
Take�it�easy,�bird�brain.
Here's�the�call of�the�Chickadee.
Fuck�you.�Fuck�you.
You�know,�for�a�girl named�after�a�bird,
you�sure�know�nothing about�them.
You�want�to�draw�in�some�grouse?
Stand�back.
What�the�fuck�you�doing?
The�grouse�mating�dance.
Didn't�know�they�were�your�type.
Worked�on�your�mom.
Nice�moves.
Shh.
It�worked!
There's�two�right�there.
Not�anymore.
Four�to�three,�sucker.
Two�grouse,�one�stone.
Dean:�Hey. So,�I�have�a�date�coming�over.
I�hope�that's�not�going�to�be too�uncomfortable�for�you.
I�don't�care.
Slide�over,�then,�bro.
Oh,�yeah.
Ah.
Oh,�look,�honey. It's�our�favourite�show.
(laughing)
He's�so�funny,�isn't�he,�honey? Oh.
I'll�be�in�my�quarters.
Oh,�I'm�sorry. I�didn't�realize
I�had�made�you�so�jealous.
It's�okay,�baby.
You�won't�do�it,�Grousey.
The�fuck�I�won't.
What�the�hell,�man? Are�you�crazy?
I�am,�actually.
We�get�a�little�weird in�our�old�age.
What�the�fuck?
-�I'm�not�hunting�you! -�That's�right,�dummy.
I'm�hunting�you.
I�always�wondered what�you�fuckers�tasted�like.
(panting)
?
(shouting)
(panting)
Last�chance,�numb-nuts.
Got�it.�Yeah.�That's�five.
I�missed.�I�totally�missed.
Are�you�going�to�cry?
Oh,�you're�going�to�cry.
I�literally�have�blueprints for�what�I'm�about�to�do�to�you.
Congrats,�Chickadee.
The�shit�I'm�about�to�say is�actually�outlawed�by�the�UN.
Make�it�a�good�one,�kid.
That's�it.
Remember,�I�deserve�this. I'm�a�piece�of�shit.
Okay.
Do�it�already!
I�can't!
You�fucking�bastard.
Grousey!�No,�no,�no. Grousey,�Grousey!
Paul,�are�you�there?
I'm�right�here,�Grousey. You�stay�with�me.
It's�too�late�for�me,�kid.
It's�not�too�late.
We're�going�to�get�a�medivac for�you�right�away.
Save�the�plane�for�someone who�isn't�a�piece�of�shit.
-�Hey. -�Yes.
You�got�a�light?
I'm�so�sorry,�Grousey.
Save�your�crying�for�later.
I�need�you�to�do�some�things for�me.
Anything�you�want,�Grousey.
I�stashed�some�berries
under�the�bush�by�the�river.
Give�them�to my�two�kids�I�like,
and�tell�the�other�six I�never�liked�them.
And�don't�worry. They're�pieces�of�shit,�like�me.
(sniffling) I�got�it.�Berries,�kids.
And�when�you�eat�me,�Paul,
have�them�do�me�up like�they�did�my�Uncle�Ralph.
-�Okay. -�Parsnips,�potatoes
and�a�light�gravy. Nothing�too�heavy.
You're�going�to�be so�delicious.
Yeah.�Oh,�before�I�forget,
this�wasn't�an�accident.
You�had�a�hunter in�you�the�whole�time.
No,�I�didn't.
It's�true. You're�a�provider�now,�kid.
So,�go�get�some�more�and provide�for�that�kid�of�yours.
I�was�a�shit�dad,�but�you?
You're�going�to�be a�great�father.
(coughing)
Owie-owie-ouch!
I�fucking�knew�it.�Grousey!
Hey.�Don't�worry,�Logan.
After�you�give your�fifth�prostate�exam
to�another�hairy�uncle,
you'll�forget all�this�ever�happened.
Leave�me�alone.
Oh,�hey.�Look.
It's�the�woman�who's�going�to break�up�with�you
any�day�now.
Logan,�Chickadee!
My�two�favourite�people.
Hi.�Did�you�miss�me?
-�Of�course. -�I�missed�you.
-�Yeah. -�Look�at�these.
Let's�fire�these�babies�up and�have�some�dinner.
Fok�sakes.�Logan,�hold�up.
I'll�be�right�there,�okay?
What's�up?
You�want�to�make�fun�of my�kombucha?
No.�I�mean,�yes,�but�look.
I�don't�know�why, but�clearly,�my�mom�likes�you.
Yeah,�and?
Just�forget�the�damn�bet.
-�Really? -�Yeah.
Thanks,�Chickadee.
Just�try�to�be�more�stoic or�something.
Fok.�You're�too�dopey.
Oh.
Oh,�hey,�Gale.
Sorry�if�you're�looking�for any�breakfast.
My�girlfriend�here ate�the�last�of�the�eggs.
Can�we�talk�for�a�second?
Sure.
Alone?
Whatever�you�have�to�say in�front�of�me,
you�can�say�in�front�of�her.
(limb�clattering)
Okay,�fine.
Listen,�minnow. I've�been�thinking.
Maybe�it�was�seeing�you with�another�woman,
or�maybe�I'm�losing�my�sea�legs.
But�life�on�the�high�waters will�always�be�there�for�me.
-�You�mean�Lake�Winnipeg? -�But�maybe�you�won't.
-�What�are�you�saying? -�I'd�like�to�stay.
At�least�give�it�a�shot.
What�do�you�say?�Aye?
Aye-aye!
Oh,�Gale! You're�the�perfect�woman.
Ooh.
Awas!�You're�making�me�shy.
What�did�you�just�say?
"Awas." It's�a�Cree�word.
But�why�would�you�say�it?
Because�I'm�Cree.
You�better�get�back�to your�boat.
What�are�you�talking�about?
Come�on,�Gale.�You're�a�Cree. I'm�Ojibway.
Our�people�are�at�war.
War?�They�were�never�at�war. That's�just�a�friendly�rivalry.
Not�for�me,�it's�not.
You're�serious?
Yeah,�man.
Well,�bucket�head,�looks�like it's�just�you�and�me.
But�I�got�to�ask�you�something.
You're�not�a�Cree,�are�you?
Paul: Hmm.
You�know,�Paul,
you're�going�to�be a�pretty�great�dad�after�all.
The�best.
Nice�work,�shooter.
(whispering) I�love�you,�Grousey.
I�love�you�too, you�son�of�a�bitch.
-�Grousey? -�You'll�never�believe�it.
Grouse�heaven�is�crazy,�bro.
Elvis�and�Tupac did�a�show�for�us�last�night.
No�fuckin'�way!
Fuckin'�way.
?�Roam,�baby,�roam�?
?�Don't�keep�running�away�?
?�You�can�call�home�to�me�?
?�You�can't�keep�running�away�?
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