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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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