(crickets chirping)
(tense music)
(baby crying)
(swelling ominous music)
Woman: Hey!
Where you going?
(baby crying) (ominous music)
(woman huffing)
(baby crying)
(screaming) give me my baby!
(eerie intense music)
♪
(woman groaning)
(swelling ominous music)
(woman screams)
(eerie techno music)
(hip hop music)
♪ to my natives tryna' find the way
♪ but instead they getting pepper sprayed
♪ locked up behind these bars
♪ hundred thousand dollar bonds, tell me how do we respond?
♪ we stand strong and we carry on
♪ I stand tall and I salute you all
♪ but when you can't afford freedom,
♪ what the hell you fighting for?
♪ we're fighting for this water so
♪ I guess my life's the price of war
♪ are they gangsters or military?
♪ crooked cops with choppers ready to pop, dirty harry
♪ cuz our buried ancestors are being fucked with
♪ tell me who to trust when
♪ they're digging up our cemeteries
♪ that's just how they treat indigenous
♪ breaking laws and treaties and
♪ they spin it like they innocent
♪ if we the same species, why the hell we treated different?
♪ why'd you all turn your backs
♪ on our murdered and our missin'
♪ on the highway of tears, mother earth is weeping
(growling) ♪ I'm a man tryna' understand ♪
(growling)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(whooshing)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(growling)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(brakes squealing)
(car thunking) (dog yelping)
(suspenseful music)
Richie: Baby killer!
Hey!
You crazy bitch!
Get in!
Richie: You killed my dog! -Jesus, mom.
Richie: I want my money!
Fuck off and stay fucked loser!
Crazy bitch!
You killed my dog!
I want my money!
(car engine revving)
Who was that guy?
Ah, that was just richie.
(lighter clicking)
Have a drag, it'll calm you down.
No way, I got school, mom.
Don't be a pussy.
This shit's legal now.
He's your dealer, right?
How much do you even owe him?
(maggie scoffs)
I mean, really?
He owes me.
I bought his shit and it was just that, shit.
I said, you know,
I can't even get high off your coke, richie.
You sell shit, I pay shit.
Guess he didn't like getting told.
Asshole thinks siccing his dog on you's gonna make me sweat.
Yeah well it made me sweat.
I took care of it, didn't I?
You ran over his dog, mom.
That's cold.
Yeah, to save you!
Jared: I'm grateful.
Until he murders me after school.
Come here.
I'll kill and die for you, jelly bean.
Hey!
Don't ever forget it!
(truck peeling out)
(school bell ringing)
Teacher: All right.
I've got your assignments here from last week.
Excellent work. Very well done.
Really good job, caleb.
Tyler, not your best work.
Dylan: Yo, jared.
Teacher: I expect more from you.
(dylan sniffing)
Don't you smell pretty.
Pretty fucked up.
Teacher: You really need to slow down and focus ryan.
You can do better, jared.
I want you to see the guidance counsellor.
(door shuts)
(dramatic music)
♪
Crackers for your mini cucumbers?
Sure, go crazy, man.
You ride your bike today?
Mhm.
Jared: You think I could borrow it after school?
I've got a really early shift at work and I-I can't be late.
Sure, I got my game on group after class anyway.
You know game on?
Hey, you should come by, dude.
Maybe we'd team up like back in the day.
Remember when we used to play friggen-
Dylan: Hey man, shoo!
Me and jared got grown up matters to discuss.
You don't own the hallways, dylan.
Pretty sure I do.
Hey, working later?
Need some of those extra salty fries.
Yeah, come by any time after six.
All right, it's a date.
It's a date.
Crashpad.
What kinda dweeb makes up his own nickname, man?
It's my gamer tag.
Okay, okay, so it's kinda like-
(crashing)
Dylan: Crashbang.
Jared: Hey man, back off if you want those
Extra salty fries you like so much, eh?
All right.
All right, all right.
Nice talking to ya.
Asspad.
Ah, crashmat, ah, whatever.
What a douchebag.
I'm sorry, man.
Crashpad: It's fine.
(intense music)
♪
Princess at fanny's,
She always gives me a free lap dance.
(laughing)
Maggie: I don't pay for shit when I go there.
(giggles)
Woman: It's so unfair.
Hey jelly bean! - Jelly bean!
How you doin'?
We're havin' a good time over here.
Come on, come on.
A hug.
(yelling) I'll hug you!
Fight your mom.
I'm not fighting you.
Fight your mother!
Come on!
I'm not fighting you.
Woman: Fight, fight!
Woo!
Beer for your loss.
Woo! (laughs)
I birthed that kid in the back of my truck.
(laughs)
(muffled laughter)
Mom, when you hear the timer go off,
Take the tray out of the oven.
(muffled chatter) (heavy metal music)
Mom, don't forget.
You almost burnt the place down last time.
I heard you.
Woman: Yeah you fucking did, maggie.
Maggie: No I didn't.
Woman: Yeah you did!
(chatting and laughing)
I love you, jelly bean.
(dramatic suspenseful music)
♪
Jared: What's up, man.
Jared.
Hey, dad.
You're just in time.
Beer and crib.
Can't, I gotta go to work.
Aw, come in for a sec, I could use the company.
(tense music)
That's uh for rent,
Plus, uh, there's a little extra.
Groceries and clothes, you know,
But nothing else, dad.
Phil: Shit, no.
I'm not taking painkillers anymore,
You know that.
Thanks.
Its just til I get back on my feet.
Yeah I know.
Phil: I'm working on getting my social worker to, uh,
Increase my disability cheques, so.
(door creaking)
Jared: Hey destiny.
Phil: We, uh, tied one on last night.
Destiny can't keep up with the old man.
(destiny gagging)
(destiny retching)
Phil: The only woman that ever could was your mom.
(destiny retching) she was something else, eh.
(toilet flushing)
Hey, she doesn't know you're helping me out, does she?
Jared: No, no.
If she found out she would kill me.
(laughs) yeah.
Yeah, you and me both.
(dramatic music)
I'd like to pay for these please, cash.
(dramatic music)
♪
I'll pay the hydro bill later.
Jared: Hi, welcome to tasty bucket.
Can I take your order please?
Mr. Jaworski: Yeah, gimme a three-piece meal, onion rings, and a coke?
That'll be $15.59, drive up, please.
(dramatic music)
Mr. Jaworski: There you go.
Sorry it's all in change.
So jared, you working hard or hardly working?
Yeah, we actually added a extra sauce just 'cause
You're a regular and we, we appreciate your business.
Well I appreciate the service.
You're not one of the lazy ones.
(laughs)
Mr. Jaworski: Thanks, have a great one.
Hey, welcome to tasty bucket.
Can I take your order please?
Dylan: Large root beer, nuggets, extra salty fries.
Extra salty fries?
Dylan: Yeah, dude, extra salty fries.
Okay, that'll be, uh, $9.70.
Please drive up.
(hip hop music)
Tasty bro.
What's going on ja-ron?
Not much, man.
Here's your, uh, order, sir.
Dylan: Holy moly, molly!
Enjoy, man.
You know it.
(static noise)
Jared: Hi, welcome to tasty bucket.
Can I take your order please?
("sweet city woman" by the stampeders intro)
♪
♪ pusha boy smiles, today's a good day
♪ I could pass off the vibes as long as I'm paid
♪ put the caps in the bag and I'm back to my thing ♪
♪ fast food, fast cash
♪ I'm just hopin' it lasts like
♪ bon, c'est bon, bon, bon, c'est bon, bon ♪
♪ bon, c'est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon ♪
♪ sweet, sweet city woman
(lively banjo strumming)
♪
(dramatic suspenseful music)
♪
(squirt)
(laughing) (squirting)
You just shit yourself.
Listen, do yourself a favour kid.
Talk sense into that bat-shit crazy mom of yours.
(squirting)
Hey!
Yeah, that'll be, uh, 450-
450?
Oh, you mean two grand.
That's what your bitch mom owes me.
Matter of fact,
Let's round it up to three.
Cover the cost of my dead dog.
How's that?
Three grand, three days.
Or the next dead bitch lying in a ditch
Is gonna be your mommy.
(engine revving)
(jared sighs)
(clock ticking) (dramatic suspenseful music)
♪
Shit.
(swelling clock ticking) (dramatic suspenseful music)
♪
Jared: Hey.
Phil: You are shitting me.
You're in town right now.
No, no, no, you're gonna come and stay with me.
Yeah, we're gonna throw a party.
No you bit the bag.
(phil chuckles)
Phil: Okay. Yeah, no, great. I'll talk to you later.
Bye.
Now that was a blast from the past.
That was my buddy-
Is everything okay?
Yeah, uh, the extra cash I gave you.
Could I have some of it back?
(toilet flushing) (door creaking open)
Destiny: Jared!
Close your eyes and hold out your hand.
Wait, why?
Duh, a surprise.
Do it.
(laughs) I'm pregnant!
Ugh, please tell me you washed this!
That's why you were sick the other morning?
Not because you were hungover?
You're gonna be an uncle!
I think you mean brother.
Uh, you know, forget I asked about the money.
It-it's all good.
Are you sure? -Yeah, yeah it's all good.
If that's the case, uh,
Do you think you could help a guy out?
I've got a baby to look after now.
Yeah, I'll-I'll see what I can do.
Mr. White: It's been a while, jared.
How are things?
You know, same.
Mr. White: Mhm.
Friends?
Some.
Mr. White: Girl?
No.
How's home?
Uh, it's fine.
It's been about a year since your parents separated right?
Yeah, I guess so.
You know, I don't really think about it too much.
Tell me something.
Do you think your parents' separation has
Anything to do with your mediocre grades?
(echoing) because, I'm not gonna lie jared,
I am concerned.
(intense chords)
(bang) mr. White: Jared!
Hey.
Yeah, uh, I just got a c+ on my chem paper, you know.
That's-that's good enough.
Mm, yeah, maybe for the average student.
But you're smarter than most men,
Yet you continually
Take home the prize for most aspiring underachiever.
So, why do you think that is, hm?
Just think what you could do
If you actually applied yourself.
Like really, really think about that right now.
Okay?
Here.
Take that and squeeze it
And release any of this tension
That's stopping you from-
From seizing your path, man!
Come on!
Squeeze the ball.
Okay?
I want you to squeeze the ball, okay.
Now close your eyes.
Now, where do you see yourself in five years?
(swelling dramatic music)
♪
You know, I don't.
I don't.
(dramatic pulsing music)
Oh shit.
(dramatic pulsing music)
♪
(atmospheric music)
♪
(tense music)
Does the whitesail route stop here?
No I don't think so.
Huh, it used to.
Yeah, more things change, more they stay the same.
(tense music)
You grew up here then?
(jared sighs)
(intense dramatic music)
♪
(soft suspenseful music)
♪
(soft pulsing suspenseful music)
♪
(clicking)
(liquid pouring)
(muffled voices)
(ominous music) (muffled voices)
♪
Maggie: I don't like this colour.
Do you like this colour?
(maggie laughs)
Fred is that you?
(laughing)
Maggie: Just kidding.
You were at phil's, weren't you?
No, but even if I was,
I'm not allowed to go see my dad?
You know your dad's a user?
He's off the oxy.
That's not what I'm talking about.
You giving him money, hm?
No, you know what?
I know-
(swelling intense music)
♪
(hip hop music)
You're cute.
Come to dylan's party this weekend.
You can sell your happy pills and make everybody feel happy.
I'll introduce you around.
You'd do that?
For you, I would.
Definitely.
(door opens and slams shut)
What the hell's going on?
Mom, these are my friends.
(crashing)
I'll show you how to play a real drinking game.
Woohoo!
Russian roulette.
Six shooters.
The shooter with the vodka is the bullet.
Bam bam bam bam bam!
(laughing)
Yo jared, your mom is lit!
Maggie: Line 'em up.
There we go.
All right.
(hip hop music)
(maggie clears throat)
Last night was a blast.
My friends seemed to like you more than me.
Learn how to hold your drink better.
So that richie guy, is he for real?
Why you bringing him up?
Got enough of a fucking headache
Without you adding that prick to the mix.
Just asking if he's for real or if he's just talk.
Told ya I'd take care of it.
Where you going?
Work.
Maggie: Call in sick.
We'll order chinese and watch bad movies.
Not with no money we won't.
(soft pulsing suspenseful music)
♪
(swelling ominous music)
♪
(floorboards creaking)
(whooshing)
Mom!
Oooph.
I hope you hit him harder.
It's nothing.
Where are the tweezers?
Fuck, I need tweezers.
(dramatic music)
♪
(machine gun firing)
Crashpad: Oh, take that!
Jared: Sniped them all in one shot!
Crashpad: That gun is probably worth like 300 bucks.
If I sold my account it'd be worth ten times that.
At least.
That's a better profit margin than dealing e.
Crashpad: Doubt it.
You know how long it took me to get my character
This good, dude?
Years.
Jared, so nice to see you again.
It's nice to be back, mrs. Robinson.
You're welcome to stay for supper.
Mom, we can't pause the game.
(sighs) all right.
Anytime.
Thank you!
Your mom's so nice.
Yeah, I just think she's happy that you're here.
She doesn't really like it when I'm gaming out alone.
But, you know, I'm just laying low.
Yeah, I should do the same.
What's going on?
Got rolled.
All my dope and cash, it's just gone.
Shit, dude.
Well do you know who it was?
Probably my mom's dealer, richie.
She owes him like three grand.
But it didn't look like richie.
Who was it?
(soft suspenseful music)
Ugh, I've been seeing some weird shit lately.
Probably just tripping from too much shit or something.
Either that or-
Crazy's hereditary, right?
(booming and gunshots)
(pulsing suspenseful music)
♪
Jelly bean!
What's up?
I'm toasted.
I need a coffee to level me out.
No, not here.
No, get out of here.
I won't cause any trouble.
Just get me a coffee.
I'll go sit in the corner.
Shut up.
I love you, thank you.
Man: Hey.
You shut up.
I already know I gotta stop doing this shit.
(maggie laughs)
Maggie: I'm just kidding.
Gotta fucking quit doing this shit, man.
Gotta quit doing it.
No.
You!
Son of a bitch!
(tense music)
(crashing)
(muted) mom, what are you doing?
Jared: Mom! -Wait.
No he, that was somebody else!
Hey, I'm-I'm really sorry, sir.
I'm really sorry -no!
You need to leave, please leave!
I swear!
I-
Fuck!
(suspenseful dramatic music)
My apologies, sir. -Hey man, I'm sorry.
Sorry, man.
This is not the first time your mom has caused shit.
What the hell is her problem?
I don't know why she does this, man.
Please, I'm sorry. Tony, tony.
So am I!
I'm gonna have to let you go.
Oh no, no, no, I'm fired?
Look, I like you, all right, jared.
But this can't keep happening.
It's bad for business.
Just finish off your shift, all right?
I'm short staffed.
(clock ticking) (swelling ominous music)
(background tv chatter)
What, is this your way of saying sorry?
I could just dump it on you.
(background tv chatter)
Have you ever regret having me?
(scoffs)
What kind of a stupid question is that?
Idiot.
Haven't you ever wondered what your life
Would have been like without me?
My life didn't exist before you, jelly bean.
(background tv chatter)
You ever regret having a crazy-ass mom?
With anger management issues?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Idiot.
Roast beef for dinner?
We don't have any in the freezer.
I'll buy some.
Good cut too,
None of that cheap-ass shit that you always buy.
We don't have any money.
Chill your cucumber.
I'll work it out.
Well have you worked it out with richie yet?
The world is hard.
You have to be harder.
(background tv chatter)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
♪
(electronica indigenous music)
♪
(crash)
Sarah: I didn't lizzie borden anyone,
If that's what you're thinking.
Spoiled moose meat.
Freezer conked out.
You just moved in with the jacks family?
Yeah, it's a foster home.
Yeah, I know.
I just live across the street right there.
I thought you had blue hair?
I did.
Life comes at you fast.
True.
So, uh, where you from?
Foster kid.
So what's this place like?
It's, it's whatever, you know.
Nothing to do, nothing going on.
(truck honking)
Unless you're an oil and gas worker.
(honking)
Did you know there's a direct link
Between the industrial exploitation of land
And violence against indigenous women?
Wow, I did not know that.
So, uh, how long you staying?
Sarah: This is my third foster home this year.
Figure I'll be on to the next by thanksgiving.
Sooner if this place sucks.
So you can just leave when you want?
Can't you?
Wait, what?
(door slams shut)
Mom!
Mom?
(ominous music)
Mom?
(intense ominous music)
♪
(knocks)
Jared: Want to go to dylan's party?
No.
(hip hop music)
♪
Check it out, man.
Come on.
Cheers.
Ebony: There you are!
I've been telling everyone about your amazing product.
Yeah, thanks, but, I'm out.
(huffs)
She wants you, bro.
(hip hop music)
♪
♪ cash to the ceiling if you got the feeling
♪ feeling like a real
♪ feeling like a million
♪ we ain't going home, we ain't going home
♪ when we shut it down, everybody know
♪ whatever in my glass gotta let it flow ♪
♪ hey, what's up?
♪ hands up, hands up, put your hands up ♪
♪ put your hands up, put your hands up ♪
♪ put your hands up, put your hands up sistah ♪
♪ put your hands up
♪
(intense muted music)
♪
(water running)
(heavy breathing)
(intense music)
♪
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't fight it, bro.
Easy does it, breathe.
What'd you take?
Jared?
You-you all right?
Hey, he's tripping, all right?
Get flushed, maxi pad.
I got this.
Weird, I just saw you in the kitchen.
(spraying)
Dylan: Dude!
Woman: (muffled) our world is worth fighting for!
(distant gun shots)
(muffled car crashing)
I saw some crazy shit.
(distant gun shots)
I gotta quit mixing.
Or just quit all together.
What time is it?
Almost noon.
Can I borrow some cash?
Dude, I got like 30 bucks to my name.
That might do.
How you gonna turn 30 bucks into three grand
In a few hours?
(soft pulsing suspenseful music)
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Announcer: Another b.
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Woman: Bingo!
Any luck?
I don't know.
I should've tried scratch and win.
Scratch this.
Jared: Where'd you get this?
I robbed the tasty bucket.
Came in there like that.
What?
Just kidding.
I sold my account.
Games, characters, rare items.
It's all there.
Three grand.
Man, I can't take this.
Crashpad: Dude, you gotta.
I'll pay you back as soon as I can.
I know.
Why'd we quit hanging out?
Shit got crazy when my parents split up.
Crazier.
Crashpad: Terminal's sure gonna change things around here.
For good or for bad?
(bugs buzzing)
Crashpad: Ugh, gross!
(bugs buzzing) (ominous music)
(swelling bugs buzzing) (swelling ominous music)
His place should be just right around the corner.
Whoa!
(ominous music)
Uh, your mom wouldn't kill richie would she?
No, my mom's crazy but not that crazy.
Uh, I gotta get home.
Mom!
(suspenseful music)
♪
(eerie techno music)
♪
What are you doing on the floor?
He milked himself.
(chuckling)
Hey, what's he doing here?
Maggie: Chill, everything's fine.
Hey, your momma figured out a way to pay off her debts.
You thought richie came here to kill me?
(laughs)
We got a little carried away in the kitchen.
What happened to your place?
Oh you saw that did you?
I told richie that if we, uh, torch his trailer,
I can make it look like an accident.
Sexy and conniving.
Maggie: I mean, richie's gonna collect way more money
In insurance than what I owed him.
We're splitting it 50/50.
Yeah, 60/40.
50/50 or I'll burn your truck too.
Richie: Sold.
Maggie: Told ya I'd take care of it, jelly bean.
Arson and insurance fraud to settle a drug debt?
Guess there's some sick logic to it.
Well if it's not already obvious,
Richie is staying with us for a while.
No god, are you serious?
Richie: Yeah, well, thanks to your wild child mom,
I ain't got no place to live anymore!
(laughing)
(door creaks shut)
(soft tapping)
(sighs)
(ominous music)
Aren't you the sentimental one.
Whoa!
Raven: What's the matter?
Never had a corvus corax talk to you before?
No, you're not-you're not real.
I'm tripping.
No, you're not real, I'm tripping.
(intense music)
Raven: Jared!
Your time is almost up!
(eerie cawing)
(clock ticking) (eerie suspenseful music)
♪