Gregoire (2017) - full transcript

Four young adults in Fort McMurray, AB, struggle to deal with the consequences of their actions and how it affects their friends and families.

When we were kids,
our mom made us write a letter

to one another...

and told us
we weren't allowed

to open it for 10 years.

We were fighting at the time,
and I was mad at him

because he broke
my roller blades.

We were eight.

She has the letters
buried somewhere,

with the rest of our shit
from when we were kids...

I think.

She works a lot.

But we still have
pizza and movie nights

every now and then.

We used to do them every week

when we were a family,
but now it's... whenever.

Hey, I got it.

This one's going to be
really simple.

They always keep
their back door open

for deliveries, right.

So, we're going in,
use door stoppers

to keep it shut
from the inside.

Once we get what we want,
we'll just take off

through this door here,
exit to the field.

- There's an entrance here,
why don't we just go out here,

it'll be way quicker.

- Doesn't matter,
you go out that way.

I'll go out that way.

- You think
you're faster than me?

- I know I'm faster than you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- First one around the track,
bitch! Bitch!

- Fuck you!

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!

Stay the fuck back.

Come here, Louis,
give me a hug.

- Head down,
you immigrant fuck!

- Empty the fucking register,

- Say one fucking word
and we'll report your ass

and get you sent back to
whatever fucking shit hole,

you motherfucker.
- Hurry the fuck up!

- That's fucking it?

Let's go!

- Get going!

- Keep your fucking mouth shut!


Shut the fuck up!

We started without you,
pizza's getting cold.

- Hmm.

The love
of Clay's life died

at a house party
a couple of years ago.

She took some
prescription drugs

and mixed it with booze.

Choked on her own puke

while Clay was passed out
next to her.

I can tell
he always thinks about it.

Sometimes he wakes me up
in the night

just to make sure
I'm still breathing.

We argued about what happens
when you die.

I think when you die,
you get a memorial page made,

and people like it.

Over the years,
less and less people

will post about it till
you're completely forgotten.

We were together
for seven months.

He was always so sad.

I unliked her page
this morning.

- Morning.
- Morning!

- Float's been counted already.

- Oh?
Is Aubrey here already?

- Aubrey isn't even here yet.

I did it.

- Okay. Um...

so what's going on,
what's the scoop then?

- Uh, I think we should
focus on returns,

- and keeping the store clean.
- Mm-hmm.

- All that bullshit,
same old stuff.

- Yeah, what else?

- Uh, what am I missing?

- Hmm... pushing the sales,
spring's out the door,

2-for-1 we gotta
start making room

for some of this summer shit
that we're getting in.

- Right.

- Hey!
- Hey!


- Devin and I hung out.

- Oooh!
- Shut up!

- So, uh, how long
have you two been together?

- I wouldn't say "together".

- Hmm.

- Well, I thought
you guys were dating?

- We've gone on dates.

- Hmm-huh.

- Yeah.

- Morning, girls.

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Morning!

- Do you think
we're doing reviews today?

- I don't know.

Last year took
like a month to do.

- Yeah, season change
really slows things down.

- How much
did you make last year?

- Huh... three bucks.

- Yeah but,
she's fucking teacher's pet, so.

No, but, if I were
a betting man,

I'd say that you're next in line
for something big.

I mean, you're already
training everyone already.

I'll quit if I don't get
three bucks this year.

I don't know
how they expect us

to make a living
off of $16 an hour.

- You don't pay rent.

- How does that mean
that I don't need more money?

- Okay, look,
all I'm saying is

I've had to pay rent
ever since I've gotten a job.

Just saying.

- If you're late, do you get
a notice or something?

- No, actually, now my parents
have access to my account,

so they basically control it.

Every pay day,
they take whatever I make,

throw it into savings,
and then I get an allowance

of whatever I make.

Does that answer your question?

- So crazy.

But you must have
a bunch of money saved up?

- Well, yeah,
they have money saved up for me.

But I don't get it
'til I'm responsible enough.

can you come here, please?

- Coming.

So you've been with us

for two years now.

So this isn't
your first review,

you know how
these things go.

We'll go over
your overall performance,

and see where
you rank yourself,

and discuss
where I think you are

in your current stage
with us.

- Okay.

- Before we begin,
it's important to know

that whatever is said
in this room

stays in this room.

- Right.
- Shall we continue?

- Yeah.
- First section is attendance.

I mean, you've been here
when we needed you.

There was that one issue
with sick days

but we figured that out.

And moving onward,
for overall performance,

you ranked yourself as
"exceeds expectations".

Just to define,
so we're clear.

Uh, this means
a combination of things.

Mostly how the customer
perceives you

when they come into the store.

Are you personable,
are you friendly,

how's your knowledge,
that sort of thing.

Do you still think
you fall under that category?

- Yeah, for sure.

- Okay, this year,
I've received more customer

complaints than any other year
since I started this job,

and most of those complaints
can be tied back to you.

I'm just going to come right out
and say it,

this has been a pretty big
down-year for you.

I don't know what it is, but,

there are a lot of areas
that need improvement.

I'm going to put your future
in your hands.

There are two options,
and I want to hear your answer

by the end of the week.

You can either take no pay raise
for the next year

or you can quit.

You will not be terminated,
or laid off,

it's completely up to you
how you want to proceed.

I mean, I should mention to you
that if this was anyone but you,

they would be fired,

I'm only giving you
this opportunity

because we've been a team
for so long.

Think about it.

Get back to me.

- Let's go!

- Lex!

I have the keys.

- Come on, Mish.
- Hold on.

- Let's go, boys!
Go ahead, motherfucker!

- What are you looking at?
- Fuck you, Carson,

you're a bitch.

- Two hundred bucks,
I'll take this guy?

- Fuck it, fuck it,
fuck it, fuck it,

we'll take this guy,
500 bucks, let's go.

- Alright.
- Fuck yeah, nah,

it's good, man, trust me,
this guy's fucking tough, man,

I've seen him fight before.

It's good.
- Look, how shook he looks!

- Who's shook?
- We got this, man, we got this.

- Come on.

- There you go,
there you go!

- That's it, buddy.
- Hit him.

- Push, fucking savage!
Go, man!

- I wanna see blood,

- There you go,
there you go!

- Come on!

- There you go,
he's done, he's done!

- Get the fuck up!

- Get up, man!

- That's what's up, boys,
that's what's up.

- Let's go,
let's go, come on!

Finish him!


Oh, shit, fuck!

Cops, cops, cops, cops!
- Go, go, go, go, go!

- Get him! Get him!

- Oh fuck,
oh fuck, the fuck!

What the fuck man, fuck you!

Oh, fuck!

- You good? You good?

Come on, come on,
we gotta get up.

Come on, cops are coming.

- Come on, get the fuck!
- The fuck happened?

It's not his either.

His parents,
they should have

known better
than having him.

- I just want more for you.

You know?
You're such a good friend.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Is that Devin?

- Oh, my god.
- Holy shit.

Devin! Devin!

- Go!

- Holy fuck,
what's going on!

- Andy or Adam or whoever
was fighting that fucking kid

who used to go to Merc.
- Did he win?

- Uh... he got laid out.

Cops came,
everybody started running.

- This one night at work,

there was this huge fight
just outside.

This one guy lost his jacket,
I think his name was Peter,

and this other guy took it
while he was changing

or trying something on.

Anyway, Peter grabs him
in the middle of the mall,

tells him to give him back
his jacket.

This guy says he doesn't have
a fucking clue where it is,

meanwhile his buddy
has it behind him.

So, Peter grabs the guy
by the fucking throat,

tells him,
"Give it back to me,

or else I can't be
responsible for what I do".

This guy laughs
in his fucking face,

so Peter punches him
right in the face,

gushed up his nose,
BOOM, right to the ground.

"Give me back my coat".

Then he punched him,
"Give me back my coat",

then he punched him again.

Finally, this guy,
fucking covered in blood,

tells his buddy
to give him back his coat.

- Jesus Christ!

- Peter comes into the store
and asks to use the phone.

Turns out he's got like
two G's cash in his pocket,

and like, a bunch of coke.

Fucking would have never
thought that guy was a fighter.

Skinny, like lanky,
this other guy - jacked.

- Yeah, well, one-on-ones
never happen anymore.

Somebody jumps in,
somebody's got a knife,

it's fucking stupid.

- Uh,
do you want a ride somewhere?

- Yeah, home would be great

if it's not too far
out of your way.

- It's fine, we got shit
all to do now, anyway.

- Yeah.

- Aren't y'all
supposed to be at work?

- Got the can,
kicked to the fucking curb.

- For real?
- Yeah.

Loyalty means nothing
these days.

- Money does,
you should know that.

Cash rules everything,
there will always be someone

willing to make less money
than you,

and then there will be someone
willing to make less than them.

It's the circle of life
or some shit.

- You guys want to
come in for a bit?

- Sure.

- Cool.

- We'll leave soon, I promise.

- Okay.

- When was the last time
you just went out

and scoured the streets
for trouble?


Like just go
and break something,

just to do it.

You guys are
an inside generation,

you know what I mean?
You live indoors, I swear.

Fellow that I work with,
he went to put his kids

in Little League,
and I tell ya what,

they didn't have enough players
to fill one single team.

That's 'cuz nobody's doing
anything anymore, you know.

Like, when I was your age,

I mean, we'd go out and fucking
egg houses, you know, for fun.

We'd just meet up
and walk around, you know.

When was the last time
you just went and walked around?

- Fuck, you're so old,

- I feel bad for you guys,
you know, I do.

- Steve,
you work out at the plant?

- Yup.

Oh, this?

You only get in trouble
if you get tested,

and you only get tested
on your first day

and if you have an accident.

- Have you ever been
in an accident?

- Oh, yeah.

I got sent to rehab, twice.

- And you still have your job?

- Oh, fuck, yeah.

I'll tell ya,
they'd rather put the time

into rehabilitating me
than give the job to some nigger

who can't speak
a lick of English, you know.

Fucking fresh into town
cuz his cab buddies told him

he can make all kinds of money
up here, fuck.

Fuck, when I found this guy,
he had a backpack of clothes

and he was hitchhiking
on the fucking Coquihalla.

- So, you ever gonna
get your shit?

- Nah.

I didn't have much anyway.

Fuck it.

My life's here now,
I owe this guy for that.

- Gave you a fucking ride,
place to stay,

some fuckin' spending money.

It's like I'm your old man!

- Yeah, okay, pops.

- And you're okay
with having this freeloader

just hanging around?

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, I make more money
than I know what to do with, eh.

He's nice. Nice to have
some company sometime.

He's a good kid.

There's perks to
having him around, you know?

- I'm okay, thanks.

- You sure?

- Okay.

- Hey.

Everything okay?

- Yeah,
I just wanna leave soon.

Weed makes me sleepy,
I don't wanna fall asleep here.

- Okay.

Soon, I promise.

- Hey, Alexa,
let me show you something.

- I'll be a sec.
- Just hurry,

or I'll leave without you.

- Hey...

come have a sit.

- It's a nice spot you got here.

- Ah... yeah, it's alright.

- It's your own,
at least you can call it that.

- This place?
No, no, no.

Someone else owns it,
I just rent 'er.

- Oh.

- So, you born here or...?

- Born and raised.

How 'bout you,
where are you from?

- I'm from here.

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.

- No.

- What are you asking me?

- Where's your hometown?

- This is my home.

- No, there's a difference.

- What's the difference?

- Where were you born?

Where were you born?

- I was born in DC.

Where the good stuff grows.

Holy fuck, my manners,
sorry, there.

There you go.


Just uh...

Until the price of oil
goes down considerably,

this is my home.
I'm from here now.

I used to have a woman
and a kid back in DC,

but, things between me
and the missus went sour

and she didn't like me
coming and going all the time,

leaving her on her own.

And the kid...

uh... the boy...

well, I hardly know him.

My shift, it switches,
it's 21 on, seven off,

and it's pretty easy
to figure out

I chose to stay here, you know.

Work my ass off
so my boy can have a good life.

- How old is he?

- That's not important.

You know, Devin's not from
around here either.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Well, one night,
I was driving back down from...

- Yeah, you were saying?

- Oh, I was too.

I gotta...
I gotta put this down.

I gotta put this thing down.

- Do you miss your kid?

- That's a stupid question,
of course I do.

But fuck,
if we're being honest,

sometimes I don't--
I don't even think about him.

That doesn't make me a bad guy,
does it, I mean?

- When was the last time
you saw him?

- Three months ago,
four months ago?

I took him into the woods,
taught him to shoot.

You know,
line up cans on the fence,

take turns shooting 'em down.

You know...
you know, I like to think

I'm a pretty simple guy,
you know.

I go to work,
I come home.

I have a little toke.

I get to relax.

You know, I make enough money
to take care of my life,

cover my life,
you know, pay for all,

and those around me.

I'm a good guy.

You know, when I met Devin,
he had nobody.

I mean, nobody.

I mean, at least
my boy's got his mom,

he's got a pretty decent fellow
for a father figure,

he's got me, now and then.

How well do you know Devin?

- Somewhat.

- Is he a good kid?

- Well...

As good as anybody with
no supervision, money, no job.

He's no place to be.

- Hmm.

Where's your place to be?
- I don't know.

Here, I guess.

- Here?

What's here?

- Work and stuff.

- Work and stuff,
Jesus Christ!

Whole life's not all about work,
at your age.

Are you going...
are you going to school,

are you getting
an education or what?

- It's just,
it's not for me.

- Listen,
I'mma tell you something, okay.

This town is...

it's a well-manicured
hand, okay.

It's got its nails all done up,
nice and pretty,

lots of different little colors,

- Okay.

- And in that hand,
there is a fork,

- Okay.

- On the end of that fork
there's a piece of steak,

and it's not-- fuck,
it's fucking filet mignon, okay.

And when you got
your mouth open,

you fucking take a bite
out of that steak.

You bite the steak,
you don't bite the fork

and you certainly don't bite
the fucking hand,

you understand?

Cuz you don't want to starve,

- That's right.
- Eh!

- Yeah, I guess.
It's just, it's not for me.


- I'm not interested
in anything I might do

for the rest of my life.

- You think I fucking like
putting up scaffolding all day?

You think that's something
I've been dreaming about

since I was that big?

Jesus Christ!

If it weren't for this town
that gives to guys like me,

I wouldn't have the brains
to do nothing else.

- Where's the bathroom?

- It's the second door
on the right there.

- Oh, hey now,
pour yourself a glass,

you're not an animal.

- Hey, you ready to go?

- Yeah.

- Hey,
take care of yourself, eh?

- Yeah, you too.

- Fuck 'em!

You fucking asshole!

- He knows all about it.
Everyone's in on it.

Everybody saw it.

- You had to share
the pizza with everybody,

"I'll give you a slice
if you don't say anything."

He could probably
smell it on me.

- Yeah, on your breath.

- I ate that slice of pizza!

What the fuck
is the matter with you two?

- We're so sorry, Mom.

I can't keep leaving work

to deal with your shit.

Are you going to tell me
what happened?

- The cops told you.

- No, yeah, well,
I wanna hear you tell me.

- We were just watching
these two kids fight, that's it.

- Watching?

Does this look like

- We were watching,
then some guy just suckered him.

- Who?
- Some guy.

- Who?
- Just some guy.

I don't know, he just came up
and punched him.

- You two need to
smarten the fuck up.

I can't keep leaving work.
You understand that, right.

The roof over your head,
the food in your gut,

it's cuz I work.
- You didn't have to leave work.

- People fight all the time,

it's not a big deal.

So, it's okay to
just spend the day in jail

for some juvenile bullshit?

- That's not what I meant.

I can't do this on my own.

I can't.
I need your help.

What's the plan,
I'd love to know?

- I don't know,
get jobs with you?

- That's what everybody does
around here, right?

- Get jobs with me?
- Yeah.

I figured we'd always just
work on at the plant with you.

- Yeah, well, it's not that
simple anymore.

When I started, it was nothing.

You didn't even
need to graduate,

they just needed bodies.

Hell, I only have my Grade Ten.

Then people came
from all over the world

to get a little piece
of that pie,

and if you don't have
a work ethic,

I can't help you.

There are
a million-and-one people

more qualified for this job
than you,

if you don't work for it.

I know you guys
don't ask me for money,

I don't wanna know
how you get it.

But you are never ever
going to have a good life

unless you learn
how to work for it.

- Unless you died, right?

- Is that your plan?

Just fucking wait
till I die?

- Don't be such a bitch,
you know what he meant.

- Shut up, man.

- You know what, get out.

No, I'm serious.
Get up. Get out.

Get out of my house,
get your things.

- C'mon... what...

- Go!

- Come on.
- What do you want us to do?

I want you
to pack your bags,

then I want you to find
somewhere else

that will put up
with your bullshit.

Whoa, hey, keys.

You want to live
under this roof?

- Yeah.
- What if we pay rent?

- Alright.

Heat, hot water, electricity,
food, for two people.

Thousand bucks.

Good luck finding that
somewhere else.

- Come on, you know
we don't have that.

- You guys want to
live under this roof,

things are going
to have to change.

I gotta go to work.

- Fucker.

- This one's mine!


- Pussy.

- This sucks.

This sucks, yeah.

- Let's go home.

- Well, think we should probably
start by giving her this.

"Hey, we've been
saving allowance and shit,"

should be good
for the first month.

- How much do we have?

Not even close.

- Don't worry about it,

she's not going to
throw us out.

We just gotta
stay out of trouble.

- Sounded pretty serious to me.

- She's mad because
she had to come home from work.

I don't know
how your fucking ears work,

but that's not what she said.

- So, what do you
wanna do, man?

You wanna go get a job?

I'm not pumped about working.

- Alright then.

- Maybe we should
just think about it,

better safe than sorry,
you know.

- Better safe than sorry,
you know.

- Here, stick out your hand.

- Yup.

- One, two, three.

- You know what's funny?

- Huh.

- We woulda had enough for rent

if you just shut your mouth
with Carson.

- I'll fuck you up, man.

- Bring it.

What's up, buddy,

you feeling strong today
or what?

Feeling strong today, huh?

- You just fucking slap me?

Fucking bitch!

I should cut your
fucking teeth you little punk.

Fuck off!

You fucking slap me,

Fucking wanna get cracked
in the fuck mouth,

- you little bitch.
- Fuck yourself, man.

Fuck off me.

Fucking take it too far.




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God, I fucking
hated high school.

We got creamed in Grade Nine,
real bad.

Bunch of us
went to the store.

Felix thought we could get back
without getting frost.

- How far'd you get?

- Made it to the store.

But we didn't make it back.

Ran into a bunch
of 12th graders.

They chased us 'til
we were pretty much cornered

by the bus depot.

I got shaving creamed,

eggs shoved in our pockets
and smashed.

They poured a full
two-liter of milk

down the front of my pants.
I'm serious!

Reeked like rotting dairy
the rest of the day.

What about you?

- Alexa was friends with
a bunch of the older guys,

so we got off pretty easy.

Couple of nines
drawn on our cheeks,

big cock drawn on my arm
in permanent marker.

Lasted for a whole week.

Fuck, my mom was pissed.

- They drew dicks on our faces.

- I didn't hate it here.

I loved it.

I loved getting to see
my friends every day.

Every year, Alexa and I
would sign up

for woodworking, welding,
or automotive.

And we'd ditch the class
and try to get cosmetology.

Of course, it'd be full by then,
so we got spares instead.

We'd hang out, or whatever.

One year, we signed up
for woodworking,

and they wouldn't
let her ditch the class

because she needed the credits,
or she'd fail.

I used to go by the window

and watch her try to operate
a fucking saw or some shit,

can you imagine?


- Yeah.

She didn't talk to me for like
two weeks because of it.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Oh yeah, she's like that.

Do her wrong, and she'll find
a way to punish you for it.

Yeah, those two weeks sucked.

She's my only friend, you know?

But I hung out in the library.

That's where I met Clay.

So, I guess
it wasn't all bad.

- Where is he, anyway?

- Doesn't go out much.

- You remember how we met?

- No.

- Neither do I.

It's funny, you know.

I can think about
pretty much everybody I know,

and how we met,
but with you, it's like,

all of a sudden,
we're just there.

Already friends, already
knew each other, you know?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

- Do you like me?


Tell me you like me.

Thank you for calling

Dr. Morgan's office.
How may I help you?

- Um, hey,
I, I was hoping

that I could make an appointment
to get into your clinic...

as soon as possible,
if possible.

Okay, let me see.

How does Saturday
at 3:30 PM sound?

- It works for me.

Alright, can I get your name?

- Misha Patton,

and your date of birth?

- January 21st, '95.

We require
a safe phone number

just in case
we need to contact you

ahead of the appointment.

Is this a private
and safe phone number?

- Yeah,
you can use this number.

Okay, Misha,
I just have to ask you

a couple of questions.

- Okay.

What was the date of first day

of your last normal
menstrual cycle?

I'm not 100% sure.

That's okay, that's okay.

An intake counselor
can help you with that

when you come in.


Have you had
any previous pregnancies

or miscarriages?


do you have any allergies?


Do you have
any reactions to medications,

anesthetics, or latex?


Do you have
any health or medical problems?

Uh, no.

Are you
currently on any medications?

Not prescription, no.

Do you happen
to have a blood test

or get an ultrasound done?


You're the first person
I'm talking to about it.

That's okay.

Do you have
any questions, Misha?

How long will it take?

Well, the procedure itself

is only about
five minutes or so,

but be prepared to spend
two to three hours

for your entire appointment.

And how much is it?

The procedure costs $500

with applicable taxes.

We take all kinds of
payment options except check.


- Okay.

We've got you
scheduled for Saturday.

- Yeah, thank you.

And don't forget
to bring somebody with you

so you have
a safe ride home.

- Okay.

Okay, thanks
for calling Dr. Morgan.

Hey, can I get
a ticket to Edmonton

for Saturday, please?


What time, 6:00 AM,
12:00 PM, or 3:00 PM?

- Six, please.


And who's the ticket for?

- Misha Patton.


- P-A-T-T-O-N.

to Edmonton, that'll be $71.

- Debit, please.
- Okay.

Shit! Uh...

It says insufficient funds.

Well, you don't have
to pay now.

We have your name, so if you
just come back on the day,

we'll hold your reservation
for you.

- Um...

I can hold it.

- Yeah, so I can just,

I can just come back
the morning of and pay?

Yeah, absolutely.

I have your name,
Patton, so.

No problem.

- Okay, cool.
So that's it?


- Thanks.
- See you.

- Hey!

Hey, Mish.

Sorry we haven't checked in
for a couple of days.

- It's fine,
how's it going down there?

It's good.

Dad went golfing today.

I went to the spa.
It was so nice.


I don't think
your father wants to leave.

How's work going?

- Uh, same old.

Okay, well, uh...

there's not much else
to report on this end.

I just wanted to
call and check in.

- Mom?

I love you,
we'll see you soon.

- Mom?


- Can you please transfer
some money into my account.

I need some.

I told you
not to be spending

all your money on eating out.

There's enough food
in the fridge,

you don't have to be
going out every night to eat.

- Nah, I wasn't,
just like for gas and stuff.

I don't know.

You can take the bus if you
need to get around, you know.

Maybe one of your friends
can drive you around

instead of you driving them
around all the time.

Have you ever thought about
asking them for gas money

once in a while?

- Whatever,
I fucking worked for it, okay.

If I wanna spend it
on whatever I want,

I should be able to.

I'm not a fucking child

Mish, no.
I'm not putting anymore money...

- Misha?

- Hey, you mind if I sit?

- Please.

- So, I know things
have been ridiculous

the past few days,
er, the other day,

and I just want you to know
that I think I made my decision

on the review and...

- Sorry, Mish.

But you have to understand.

I mean, I gave you two options,
staying or going,

and you walked
right out of here.

I haven't even heard
from you since;

so I assumed you were done.

- I do understand
that I overreacted,

and it was childish.

- Okay, how about this?

Come back
at the end of the summer,

and we'll see if we have
something for you.

- Thanks, Aubrey.

- Hey.

- Yeah.

- Come check this out.

- What's this?

- I think we got the next
two spots we're gonna hit.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

We'll have to
scope it out first but...

I'm gonna get water,
you want something?

- Nah, I'm good.

- Yeah, uh-huh, no,
of course he can come today.

Are you sure you don't have
something for both my boys?

I understand.

Alright, I'll let him know.

Thank you.

- Who's that?

- Where's Felix?

- He's in the room.

Job interview today.

But she only has one spot,
it's yours if you want it.

Hard physical labor but the pay
is really, really good.

You think you can handle it?

- Yeah.

- We just keep this
between you and me?

I know you won't fuck it up.

Go get ready and get outside.

It's too nice
to be indoors all day.

- Where's your water?

Hey, where's your water?

- In my stomach.

So, what do you figure,

we'll check out
the store tonight, or what?

- Tomorrow.

- Why not today?

- What?
- Nothing.

Mom just told me about
this interview this morning.

- So?

- So apparently,
it's a sure thing.

She's got a friend
who can help us out.

- I don't care.
- Listen, man.

I think you should
seriously think about it.

- Dude, we have
a fool-fucking-proof way

of making cash.
- For how long?

You can't honestly think this is
a long-term solution, huh?

And if you do, fuck,
you're dumber than I thought.

- For as long as we want,

Timberlea, Thickwood,

- Let me make you a deal.

We'll do one more, you can pick
whichever one you want,

you can even keep my half.

Just go to the interview.

One more, that's it!
I'm getting a job,

and when I do, I'm done.

Who the fuck
do you think you are, dude?

Look at you, man,
look at yourself.

You and me aren't big enough
to do anything with our lives,

we're not going to do shit.

This is what we do, man.

You're a fucking scumbag,
just like me.

- One more.

I promise.

Just go to the fucking thing,

- Okay.

- Can I ask you a favor?

- Obviously.

- Can I borrow money?

I just need some to tide me over
until my folks get back

and our check gets in.
- Of course.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- I-I need it today, though.

- That's fine.

Don't worry.

- Thanks.

- It's fine.

- Thank you.

I gotta get some gas.

- Oh, shit,
what's good, man?

This is it.

- Cool, cool.

Where's the bro?

- Job interview.

- Him? Christ!

You gotta be pretty desperate
to pay him to work for you.

- Hey, easy.

- What?

Oh, little bro is growing up!

- Shut up, alright?

Pierce, you deaf?

What's up, Louis?
- Not much. What's up, Kev?

- Give us a hand?

- Yeah, sure.
- Alright, come on.

- Here.

- Over here?
- Yeah.

Yeah, right here is good.

- That it?
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Louis.
- Yeah, man, anytime.

- Alright, thanks.

- Hey man,
I'm just chillin' out

if you need help with anything.

- Uhhh, yeah, man,
actually, like these here.

So I kinda need you to
just reorganize them by size.

- I got it, I got it.
- You got it?

Nice, I-I'll be back in a bit.

- Alright.

We're ready for you.

As I understand,
it was your mother

who put you in contact
with this position.

- Yeah.

- I don't know if you know,

but your father and I
used to work together.

- Cool,
I didn't know that.

- Yeah!

Anyways, you're interested
in some warehouse work.

- Yup.

- Oh, this might be
a silly question,

but do you have
any certifications,

forklift, anything like that?

- Nah.
- It's not a problem.

We provide extensive training.

Have you had
any previous experience

in a warehouse setting?

- Nope.

- Okay.

Uh, is everything okay?

- Yeah, it's just my elbow
is bothering me.

- Oh. Oh, yeah,
just try to ignore that.

- Okay.

- Uh, do you have
any restrictions with time,

days you cannot work,
time shifts, things like that?

- No, I'm pretty much available

- Great. Okay.

- Do you have a bathroom?

- Uh, yeah,
it's down the hall.

- Do you mind if I--?

Go ahead.

- Thanks.

- Oh, hey, man.

- 'Sup, Pierce?
- How'd the interview go?

Join the ranks of
the working class yet, or what?

- It went good?

- Yeah, it was good.

Wanna take off, or what?

- Yup.

Yo, what are you guys doing?

Joel's having a party.

- Cool.
- Yeah.

- Sweet.

- See you later, man.
- Peace.

Alright, later.

- Sorry,
just give me a sec.

- Yo, what's good, Mish?

- Hey, Felix.

Uh, can I just get $25
on Pump 13, please.

Hey, Louis, what's up?

- Just poking around,
what are you up to?

- Are you with
your partner in crime?

- Sure am.

- Fucking hate her.

- Yeah, I'm sure
she feels the same way, Felix.

- Good.

- Do you want a ride?

- Actually, yeah,
that'd be pretty sweet.

- Ah, you know what,
we're gonna skate.

- Cool.

Well, why don't you come,
say, hey?

- Sure.

Come on.

- Thank you.

- Alexa!

Yo, Anorexa,
check out my scab.

- Hey,
you want a hand with that?

- No, I'm good.

- Hey, you guys remember Joel?

- Oh yeah!
Is Beth still around?

- Hey, you guys
ever hear Joel's intro?

- Oh, yeah!

She's raw!

- Yo, as I was saying,
he's having a party tonight.

- Yeah, you guys should go.

Come on, the more
familiar faces, the better.

- I don't know, I'm kind of
over house parties,

all those baby-faced kids
hanging around.

To be honest, I'd much rather
drink in somebody's basement.

- Trailers don't have
basements, dummy.

- What do you have
to think about?

Just come.

Show up.

- Alright.

- Alright,
let's get the hell out of here.

- See you, guys.
- Later.

- Peace out.

- Hey, should we go?

- I guess, if you want.

- Well, yeah, I want to go.
Why don't you want to go?

- I'm trying to save money, Lex.

- Well, just take
some alcohol from your parents.

Like they'll notice.

- Maybe.

- Or, you have your place
completely free,

why don't we invite
a few people over?

Uh, can spread the word.

- I'll kill you
if you fucking do that again.

- So, uh,
we're going to go, then?

- Fine.

- Kiss, kiss!

I'll be in the car.

- What the fuck?

What the fuck you doing?

- Momma.

- Hey!

Quit it!

- Fuck! Mom, jeez!

What's the matter with you?

Fuck sakes!

- What the fuck, mom?
- Get out! Get out!

Get out of my house!
Get out!

- The fuck you mad at me for?

- I told you boys
that if you fucked up,

you would be out on your ass.

I just got a call
from Rhonda.

Not only did you not show up,
you sent him,

and he walked out
on a sure thing.

And when someone
sticks their neck out for you,

you don't fuck it up.

- What's kicking us out
going to prove?

- I expect him to fuck up...

not you, Louis.

- Fuck you!

- What?

- Fuck you!
- Relax.

- Get the fuck out of here.

I fucking hate you,
I hate you.

I hate you.

You're a terrible mother.

- Hey, just relax, man.
- Fuck you too, punk.

She needs to hear this.

- Are you done?

You're a terrible mother.

You're a terrible mother,
I fucking hate you.

I fucking hate you.

- Mom. Mom, hey!
Mom, mom.

- No.

- Stop, stop, just stop.

You have one week
to find a job.

One week,
or you are out on your asses.

Pick this shit up!

- So, how do I look?

Would you fuck me?

Yeah, it's fine.

We can go to your house,
if you want to get a change?

- No, it's fine.

You think Devin's
going to be there, tonight?

- Probably,
maybe with Laura.

- Maybe.

- How was it, anyway?

- It was okay.

I-I can see
why she's with him.

- You gotta stop
fucking guys with girls.

- Have you seen her?

Have you seen him?

Don't worry, I'm safe.


I gotta get in the shower.

- I hate it here.

- Yeah, you and everyone else.

- Do you ever think
you'll leave?

- No.

If we're going to
have it good anywhere,

it's going to be here.

- I just don't get it,
you know?

We're the same,
but I'm a fuck-up.

How do you do it?

- Listen, man, don't let
that shit bother you, alright?

Just have a good time tonight,
let the night go as is,

and you'll have a clearer head
in the morning.

Grab one.

Grab one for me too.


- Yeah.

Hope there's no weird kids
hanging out tonight.

- You know, we used to be
those weird kids, remember?

- Yeah, it was weird
as hell, back then.

Man, remember
how fucked up that was?

Being 14, 15,

hanging out with
a bunch of guys in their 20s,

doing all kinds of crazy shit.

- Remember when Alexa
fucked that dude

that was like 24 or something.

- That's exactly what
I'm talking about, exactly.

- As if you wouldn't have
fucked her.

- Yeah, I probably
would fuck her,

but not if she was seven years
younger than me.

Man, that's fucked up,
even for me.

- Alright,
take it easy, Casanova.

This is us.

You gonna be good?

- Yup.

- Thing's a death trap.

- You're a fucking
walking death trap.

Oh, yo, hold up.




Yeah, yeah, what time?

Yeah, for sure, man, yeah.


Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

What's up?

- Uh, that was Kev.

He wants me to work
early in the morning, so...

- So.

- I'm just gonna go home.

- What about tonight?

- Go to the party,
have fun, you know,

it'll be good for you.

- No, I mean, the store.

- What about the store?

- You're not going to
help me, are you?

- Look, if things go good
with Kev, I don't know,

maybe, I can help you
get in there, alright?

- No, no.
- Could be good for us, right?

- Nah, man, no.

I'm not doing that shit.
I'm not your sidekick.

Come on.

- Well, I can't stop my life
every time you want to--

- Stop your life?

What life? Fuck!

Some life.


Listen, you promised me
that you were gonna do this.

When you promise somebody
you're gonna do something,

you do it.

- I promised,
if you went to that thing--

- I went.
- Come on, man.

- I went.
- Come on.

- I went, come on,
I went, I did.

Come on, man,
you're my fucking brother.

You're supposed to
have my back, man,

that's how it's always been.

I have your back,
you have my back.

- Do something
nobody expects you to do,

you'll find out
it's not so bad on this side.

- Fuck you.

- Whatever, man.
I don't give a fuck what you do.

I don't.

I'll see you later.


Hey, you want a ride?

Get in.

- 97.9 FM,
Fort McMurray,

here's what's making news
this hour.

At least one man is dead

and another
airlifted to Edmonton

following an accident
on Highway 63.

Witnesses say one car
crossed the center line

and ran head-on
into an oncoming bus

killing the driver instantly.

The driver was 31 years old.

In other news, there has been
a temporary fire ban

in the region with
dry conditions getting worse...

- Thirty-one?

That isn't a bad age to die.

- That's so young.

Don't be an asshole,

the guy could've had
a family or something.

Thirty-one is young, dude.

- Way too fucking young.

- Man, look it isn't
that young if you have a plan,

like, I don't
want to live forever,

I've already peaked.

I mean, I could go tomorrow
and be a happy camper.

That's fucked up.

I've just done
the things I want to do.

- What about a house,
a family and any of that shit?

No, man,
I'm not interested.

I mean, I probably would have,
but what's the point?

Like, buy a million-dollar house

and spend the rest of my life
paying it off?

Like, stuck in one spot,
seeing the same people.

- Um, I wanna die
when I'm really old.

I wanna be a hundred.

- Okay, that's way too old.

- Seventy-five is a good age.

Yeah, that's cool,
I can get on board with that.

- No!

I'm sticking to my guns
on this one;

30, ideally, in a plane crash.

I mean, if not in a plane crash,
then natural causes,

and if I couldn't
get either of those,

then, I don't know.

If you don't hear from me
in a little while,

you could probably guess
what happened.

I mean, I-I'll just take off
somewhere foreign,

wouldn't tell anyone
where I was going,

and I would just say
a quick goodbye

to everybody in a message.

- But what if your life
turns around and you're happy?

Uh... I am happy.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Look, my time will come
where it'll be enough for me.

It'll happen to you, I hope.

Like, where I'm just ready
to say goodbye,

and just not live anymore.

Look, I just look
into the future and...

I don't see myself in it.

Like, once you get through
the pool of what's left,

you get comfortable
and you just settle in

to the same boring life.

- Yeah.

- Can you, just like,
let me off here?

I gotta pick some shit up
from work.

Are you sure?

I mean...
Do you want us to wait?

- No.
- No.

- Nah, it's okay,
it's just a short walk.


Alright, buddy.


Later, dude.

- Bye, guys,
thanks for the ride, Mish.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
no problem, man. Be safe!

Later, buddy.

- What the fuck?

- Fuck, that was depressing.

Devin, you're up next.

Yeah, no problem.

- I'm sorry,
but I can't help it.

- What about
what we talked about earlier?

- Right, um.

That is the last of my cash.

- I need more than this, Lex.

- That's all I have on me.

Look, come get me tomorrow,
and I'll give you the rest,

but that's it, okay?


- Are you gonna come
sit up front?

- Can I ask you something?

Of course.

- What's the difference
between me and him?


- Louis.

- I don't know.
- I'm serious.

Off the top of your head,
when you think of him,

and you think of me,
what's the difference?

I don't know.

- You do know,
just want you to lay it on me.

It's not a big deal.

- I guess there's not
that much that's different.

When you two are together,
you're practically identical.

But when you're on your own,
you're that same person,

and Louis is different.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- What do you think
the difference is?

- I don't.

I just think we're the same.

Always been the same.

So, what do you need money for?

That's a loaded question.

- I could give you some
if you need.

I'm serious,
how much you need?

- Everybody could always use
more money.

but you sounded desperate,

like you needed it quick.

Look, don't take this
the wrong way,

but I don't wanna
owe anybody anything.

Especially you.

- Just consider it a gift.

Think of it as me doing what
no one is expecting me to do.

- My problems would be solved
with like 400 bucks.


So, I'm going to
have to ask you.

- I'm not telling you what for.

- I wanna know, why me?
Why not Louis?

- I can't ask him for it.

I don't expect you
to understand why,

I just can't.

Right now, you're
the last option I have.




I'm pregnant.

And I don't want it.

Is this the part
where you tell me

you lost respect for me
or something?



You didn't have to
tell me that.

- I guess I just needed to
say it out loud or something.

Oh, well.

I don't really care.

It's not my life,
it's yours.

- Okay.

- Take your jacket off.

- I'm not fucking you.

- Take your jacket off.

Take your jacket off.

I'm serious.

You know, this money
means nothing to me

whether I have it or not.

My life doesn't change one bit.

I'm still just gonna be
a piece of shit.

Just lean back into the seat,
into the door.

Lift your shirt up a bit.

Pull your pants down
a little bit.

I think my brother loves you.

I see the way
that my brother looks at you...

when we all hang out.

And the way
that you look at him.

Look at me
the way you look at him.

- No!

- Look at me
the way you look at him.


I'll be right back.

Okay, go.

- What do you mean?
Where's the money?

- We gotta go get it.

- But you said you had it.

- Drive.

When we go in there...

don't say anything.

Don't even look at them, okay?

We can get what we need
and get out.

I need you.

And you need me, okay?
It's just us.


Take this.

- What do you want, man?

- Do you know who I am?


- Do you know
who my brother is?


What do you want?

Come on, man.

Come on, put that back.

I'll call the cops.