[ominous music]
[car passing by on a gravel road]
[ominous music continues]
[prairie nature sounds]
[tractor humming]
[tractor sputtering and stopping]
[wrench falls to the ground]
[ominous music grows louder]
Did you learn anything at school today, son?
No.
Don't they teach you nothin'?
No?
We learned about dolphins.
Oh yeah?
What did you learn about dolphins?
They're manimals.
Do you mean mammals?
Yeah.
That's great, hon.
I found an arrowhead today,
in the field.
Can I see it?
I threw it away.
Why did you do that?
I dunno.
[ominous music and radio static]
[Mac] Maybe things will be OK,
if we get some rain before the end of the month but...
[Andy] Yeah.
Did you hear how harvest went for your dad?
No I didn't.
Why 'cuz you haven't talked in awhile?
I mean, I'm not prying or nothing.
Nothing to pry into. What do you want to do
with that quarter over by the six mile road?
Wheat.
Coffee?
No, I'm right filled up.
How about your kid?
What do you mean?
Does he call you? Check up on the farm?
Sorry Andy, I don't mean to pry I'm just trying to help.
Fine. It's complicated is all.
OK. I'm coffee'd out, too. Let's go.
[birds chirping, wind howling]
[truck approaching]
What's going on, Hank?
Hey, Mac.
You get any rain last night?
Just a sprinkle.
Young Bob?
Said two tenths over by Oyen.
Is that right?
You?
Like you.
They're actually saying that the trees are bribing dogs.
[Andy] Hank.
Hey, bud.
Is he keeping you busy?
Busy enough.
I can't work him too hard.
He's got them kids to chase around,
plus he's gotta keep that wife of his happy.
Yes, sir.
That's exactly why I never got into any of that.
You know, just now as I was comin'
I saw one of your heifers tits up.
I could see her from the two mile.
Is that right?
Well, I gotta head'er.
You know, burning daylight and all that.
Yeah, OK.
Well I guess we'll go and take a look at that heifer.
Thanks for dropping by with that.
You're welcome, sir. It's always my pleasure.
See you around, Hank.
[Andy] How'd she get out here?
[Mac] Wasn't there last night.
Overnight then.
[truck doors creak open]
[quiet mysterious music]
[Mac sighs]
You'd think the coyotes would have got her by now.
[flies buzzing]
Geez, would you look at this.
What are we looking at?
There's no blood anywhere.
Look at the cut.
It's like a surgeon done it with a goddamn scalpel or something.
So they took the udder, they took the jowls,
they took the eyes.
They?
It, he, she.
Well?
What do you figure?
I don't.
Call the cops?
I don't know what good that would do.
Mm.
I'll probably call the vet.
Of course he'll show up in his pink cowboy boots.
[ominous music grows]
[door opens]
[Susan chuckles]
What you think I can't smell it?
If you're gonna do it, just do it.
Reminds me of sneaking a smoke when I was a kid.
You were awful quiet at supper tonight.
Everything OK?
Yeah.
Something happen?
Nope.
[distant truck humming]
[Mac] Apparently, uh, things have dried up in the oil patch,
so he says,
and he wants to try his hand at farming.
He's got a kid now, with that new wife of his,
so he's coming back.
Now they're gonna be here by the end of the week,
and stay in that old house where you're at.
So Alfie Miller, he's got an old trailer,
and we're gonna bring that in there for ya.
Hm.
Anyway you can stay in there just as long as you need.
But I can't keep you on
any more than a month or so after that.
Anyway.
You must be happy about that.
I know that you kinda had your eye on the place, Andy.
But you gotta remember that this farm here
goes way back to Dirk's great grandpa.
Well I guess I'll start moving out.
Might be a good time to get in touch with your father.
Maybe you guys can try and work things out,
what do you think?
Yeah.
[cartoons on TV]
It's definitely strange.
Well, we just thought you might see something
that we didn't see, but...
But I gotta get back out there.
Well, I'll let you know what comes up
when I get the results back.
It'll be a few weeks at least.
You do that.
You know I can't imagine you'll get any insurance money.
They'll say natural causes.
I wasn't set on trying, but thanks.
OK.
Alright, now you promised you'll come and help
with the witching, right?
Oh yeah, happy to help.
Making a new house, huh?
That's the plan.
What's wrong with the old one?
Son is coming home.
His wife's gotta have a new house.
[moving furniture]
[hammering]
[country and western music]
Can I bum a smoke?
It's a hard act to quit.
Thank you.
- Say hello to the missus. - Mm-hmm.
[engine starts]
["Trouble in Mind" by Bob Wills]
[music fades, ominous music and radio static]
[ominous music continues with increasing radio static]
[skidding and crash]
[country and western music and ominous music]
[ominous music]
[Andy] They're here.
I better go over.
Should I come say hi?
Probably.
I guess I should bring something.
Yeah.
You must be Dirk.
- You're Dad's man? - I'm Andy.
Give me a hand here, will ya?
Yeah.
Watch out. Watch out.
Fuckin' hell.
[Trina] Don't swear in front of the baby.
It's a baby, dummy.
I told you don't call me that.
Hi. I'm Andy.
Hi Andy, you're so sweet.
Not like my boorish husband over there.
Boorish? What are you, the fucking queen of England?
Fuck off.
Hello.
Oh Susan, hey come on in.
Hi, I'm Susan.
Sorry, this is, this is Trina.
And this is my son Dirk.
- Hi. - Hi.
Uh, it's frozen. Sorry. It's a crisp.
Saskatoon.
OK.
Uh, we have the fill the waterbed tomorrow.
You busy tomorrow Andy?
Uh...
I think you're dad has me haying, eh?
No, that's no problem, no.
I could run the swather for a few hours.
It's a bit of a dump, isn't it?
Ah, it'll do till we get our own shack built, hey Porky?
[Trina stomps away]
She's been like that lately.
- Baby's quiet. - Yeah.
Yeah, nice baby.
[sizzling meat]
[gagging]
[dry heaving]
So.
Dad tells me you're from out east.
Well, not east-east.
Saskatchewan.
Farm?
Yeah.
What's that about?
How do you mean?
Wonder why you're here and not there.
That's a longer story than I have time for today.
Well, how long are you sticking around for?
Maybe a month.
Sooner if something else comes along.
Right.
Well, Dad sure thinks highly of you.
I'm glad to hear that.
Are you?
Was sorry to hear about you losing your job.
Ah, it's no big deal.
Figured I'd come back and help out the old man.
Are you using cold water?
Yep.
Ah, no, no.
That's gonna take days to heat up.
It's gotta be room temperature.
You're gonna have to empty it.
Not too cold. Not too hot.
Room temperature.
[truck slowing]
Two shovels, two guys,
you should make quick work of this.
Careful. My cousin lost his foot in one when we were kids.
Yeah.
[engine starts]
[loud auger engine]
[shoveling]
- You OK? - Smoke
[Andy] Well stand well away of the bins.
[Country and Western music on radio]
[Andy] Hey!
[radio ] ...poll showing 49% of Albertans
in favor of succeeding from Canada...
[auger engine stops]
[country and western music]
Thanks for the help.
[engine cranking]
[battery exhausted]
[turns off radio]
[sighs]
[tense music]
He's an asshole. And Mac still took him back.
Hm.
If Dirk could can home, maybe you could, too.
We're not going back.
Why do you get to decide?
It's the way it is.
Maybe I should call him?
Don't.
Andy, it would be good for the kids
to be around their grandpa.
We're not talking about this.
Maybe the oil patch for a bit.
There's a pipeline crew in town.
I thought we agreed
you weren't going to do that kind of work.
You'd never be home.
Hm.
Are you even looking?
I'm looking now.
- And? - I've got a line on something?
[Susan sighs]
And?
And what?
You wanna tell me about it?
Just leave it to me, alright?
[ominous music]
[whooshing, digital whirring]
[bulb shatters]
Ah!
[ominous music]
[groans]
[Andy] Seen Dirk yet?
[Mac] No.
So what's on for today?
Well I thought I'd just keep Dirk doing the hay again
and maybe I could ask you to go and pick some rocks.
Pick rocks?
Yeah, I've been meaning to get to that spot
there at the four mile road
and I just haven't got up there yet to do it.
OK.
Any idea who's car that is?
I've seen it a bunch the last couple weeks.
Nope.
I'll get to it.
[Hank] Gordons haven't had a drop this spring.
And that's right on the heels of three years
of bad luck for them.
I suppose he's gonna pull out.
What's he do?
Beats me.
Well you're smart.
You go right to the work.
You don't get caught up in all this land baron horseshit.
Land baron, my ass.
Barren land.
- Mac's boy is really back? - He is.
- Is he gonna buy the place? - Looks like it.
That kid isn't worth a good goddamn.
He was born sorry.
He's the kind of kid that would come over,
and kick the shit out of you,
and then tell God you fell off a horse.
[Andy chuckles]
Say, you have anything strange
happening over around your place?
Strange?
Yeah, like helicopters, nothing like that?
[Hank chuckles]
No... nothing like a helicopter.
You've seen something?
I don't know. Maybe.
Well...
a man spends too much time by himself,
he might start seeing things.
Hmm.
So what do you think's gonna happen now
that Mac's kid is back?
I'll be alright.
But if you know anyone looking for a hand...
You're kidding.
Looks like it.
Oh my God.
What about your dad's place?
Hmm. It's complicated.
Well, anytime it's family it's complicated.
Trust me.
[Hank sighs]
Watch yourself.
That kid?
Real slippery.
[truck starts]
See ya around, Hank.
You got it.
[whispering] Water.
Where are you water?
I feel you. I feel you.
Huh.
Well, well, well! A hole in the ground.
Turn it sideways you got a tunnel.
You heard that one before?
Nope.
This is your spot, right here.
I'd say 175, maybe 200 feet down.
Be some awful hard water though.
Hard water. That's what I thought we'd get.
Uh-huh.
We can finally burn that old shithole to the ground.
I want one of those big-ass satellite dishes right up there.
[whispering] Hmm. Thank you.
[thunder]
[truck approaches]
Dad, what's a rig?
It's how they drill into the ground for oil.
Like Uncle Blair does?
Yeah.
How does it get down there?
Well, millions of years ago
there were a bunch of dinosaurs that died.
And they all got buried under there
and it turned into this thick black stuff,
we call it oil.
Or something like that.
- So it's dead stuff. - Pretty much.
Who owns it?
No one owns it.
Someone has to take it out of the ground
before they own it.
So...
if you pull it out you get to keep it?
Yeah.
Like finders' keepers?
Like finders' keepers.
Losers weepers.
[industrial work]
Hello.
What do you want?
I heard you might be looking for guys.
Yeah? Where'd you hear that shit?
Well, I suppose I more inferred it than I heard it.
Yeah?
Trudeau's got his head so far up his ass with this NEP shit.
Things are drying up faster than green grass through a goose.
[Andy] I suppose that's one way to see it.
[Foreman] Well they got no goddamn idea
what we do out here.
[Andy] Yeah okay, go easy.
[Foreman] What did you say?
[Andy] I said go easy.
[Foreman] Go easy?
I'll fucking show you easy you goddamn faggot hillbilly.
[Andy] OK. OK.
[Foreman] Go back to your fucking farm.
Goddamn farmers, you think you know shit?
You don't know shit.
Get the fuck off my line. Who do you think you are?
[Foreman continues to shout]
Get back to your fucking farm.
Get back to work.
[door closes]
- Dad? - Yeah.
- You okay? - Yeah.
[truck starts]
Was that guy yelling at you?
Yes and no.
Somebody's here, Mom. I have to go.
Yep. OK. Bye! Bye.
- Hi there! - Mrs. Miller!
What brings you by?
Well I just would like to see the new place.
Well it's so homey, what a lovely job you've done.
Oh, we sure appreciate Albert bringing it over.
It's smaller than I remember.
It's okay. Just right for us.
Kitchen faucet's a bit temperamental,
but you know Andy can fix that.
Well where would we ever be
without our men to take care of us.
Anyway's, I brought some canned tomatoes from last year,
Albert and I will never get through them all.
You know, every year I forget how much we actually need
now that there's just the two of us,
and of course, mine will never take any.
Well thank you. That's thoughtful.
So, uh, we heard Mac's boy is back.
Dirk, yeah.
Um, I don't know what he'd know about farming.
Other things, sure.
You know, the stories I've heard about what he
and his friends used to do when they were drinking.
His brother was a gay, did you know?
He's never been back.
The stories...
But what do I know.
- So what's she like? - She?
- The wife! - She's nice.
Outgoing, you know?
Hmm.
I'm sorry I would invite you in for coffee,
I was just heading out to get groceries.
Oh. No, no, I won't keep you.
Well thanks again for the tomatoes.
Maybe we'll have spaghetti for supper tonight.
Well, I suppose you could,
but they'd really be better in a stew I think.
We don't eat much ethnic food.
You know, some of the ladies and I get together
every Thursday for coffee...
[truck approaches]
[frogs chirping]
[Mac] I dunno.
Let her rot.
[Dirk] What if it's contaminated?
[Andy] With what?
[Dirk] I don't know.
Radiation?
[Andy] Radiation from what?
How the fuck should I know?
[Mac] We could burn her?
[Dirk] Wouldn't that just make the radiation
fly around in the air?
[Andy] Okay, why again do you think
that there's radiation?
[Dirk] Okay, why is there a dead cow in the tree?
[Mac] Is that how this works?
Burning her would spread radiation?
[Dirk] What did you do last time?
[Mac] The vet took her away.
Maybe we should call him out?
Nope, not paying for that again.
It's just a dead heifer.
Well there's a jug of diesel in the truck.
I'd be careful about starting a fire.
Ah, it just rained. It'll be fine.
[liquid pouring]
[fuel ignites]
[music builds]
[roaring fire]
[music and flames loud]
Oh my God, you reek.
Like radiation?
[laughing] You're such an idiot.
Go take a shower, dummy.
[ominous music and beeping]
[Corb Lund sings "Five Dollar Bill"]
[music continues, sounds of town dance]
Hold my beer while I dance with your wife.
Hey, you're Mac's man right?
- I'm Andy. - Right.
You guy's coming to Schmidtee's branding tomorrow?
[Andy] Yeah, I'll be there.
Mac too.
And Dirk.
You think he's gonna make it?
He better slow down or he won't.
Hey, who's that he's dancing with?
That's not his wife is it?
Nice piece of ass.
That's my wife.
Huh.
Well, nice talking to you. See ya tomorrow I suppose.
[Cowboy] Watch yourself.
Geez, sorry about that.
Too many wobbly pops.
Here, let me get you another round.
[Dirk laughs]
[shuffling]
[door opens]
[thud]
Fuck.
[glass breaks]
[men shouting]
[Dirk laughs]
[glass breaks]
[shouting]
[Andy] Easy, easy, easy.
It's not even his truck.
Get in your truck and sleep it off.
You bunch of fucking hillbillies!
Shut up.
She'll probably just end up selling to the Hutterites.
We were just talking about that girl gone.
Yeah.
You see that black car driving around?
[door opens]
[Mac] You're late.
What's this about your son coming back?
Gonna take over?
Well you know this younger generation.
Basically gotta beg these kids to come back.
Well how you gonna keep 'em on the farm once they see Paree?
Then they want the place for next to nothing,
and they don't know how to work.
Boy my man Andy.
That one can work.
He's a good man.
- So what's gonna happen to him? - I don't know.
He's trying to keep positive.
Yeah, well...
Yeah.
[cattle bellow]
[torch blows]
[gate clanking]
[hair burning]
[cross talk and laughing]
Hank!
[rope snaps]
Hank!
[Hank coughs] - Hank.
I'm alright.
[Hank coughs]
Hank.
[Hank continues coughing]
- Here here, come on, come on. - Oh my God.
- You got me? - Yep. You okay?
I'm weak.
Let me stand up.
[struggling]
Atta boy.
I'm alright.
You okay? Here let me grab your hat.
Oh man, I'm jittery.
Let me sit on something.
Here you go, here you go. Don't miss.
[gasps]
[Hank sighs]
I don't know what the hell happened.
Oh my God, I was just working around the barn.
Got tangled up with this rope.
Sorry.
[sighs] But I'm alright.
Sorry to just drop in on you.
Mac wanted to know if you'd mind borrowing us that post-pounder.
Oh yeah.
Uh...
Could you come back later in the week?
It's all torn apart now cuz I've been working on
that goddamn pin.
And I'll have it done by then.
Yeah, I'll come by in a couple days.
It is hot.
Yeah. It is.
I saw a squirrel the other day
putting suntan lotion on his nuts.
[Andy chuckles]
Yeah.
Radio says there'll be rain tonight, so...
There's nothin' out there.
How many head you runnin' now?
Maybe just shy of a hundred.
Well the prices are holding. At least for now.
So you're sure you're OK?
I think that head looks like it might be sore.
No no, please I'm okay.
[sighs]
Oh man.
Come over if you would and help me stand.
[struggling]
See you around, Hank.
Be back in a couple days.
Hope so.
[distant truck driving]
[Susan] It's the meat,
I can't seem to stomach the smell.
Are you...?
[Tara] Are you what, Mom?
[Andy] Eat your food. Never you mind.
Ben.
Stop scraping your fork on your plate.
Sorry.
- Mom, she keeps kicking me. - No, I'm not.
Ben, don't be a taddle tale. Tara, stop it.
I ran into Mrs Miller at the store today.
[Andy] Oh yeah. What did she want?
Ben, stop it.
We should talk about it later.
Oh, I know what you're talking about.
- No you don't. - Yes, I do.
[Susan] Tara. - Ben.
Goddamn it Ben, will you stop it?
[record crackling]
[country music playing]
You really hurt his feelings.
Yeah.
Well, he needs to toughen up.
He's 10.
My dad would have taken a belt to me when I was his age.
He doesn't have to be like you.
And you sure as hell don't have to be like your dad.
I'm not.
But he needs to learn his manners.
You should say you're sorry.
Maybe.
And to her.
Okay.
I will in the morning.
What's wrong?
Let's don't do this right now.
Why don't you dance with me when we're out?
[shouting outside]
No.
[Dirk and Trina fight]
[Andy] He was gone all day.
I don't think Mac was too impressed.
Don't you fuckin' push me!
[Andy] You think I should go over?
No wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Stop yelling at me!
[Susan] Holy. [Andy] Shit.
[Susan] Are you gonna go over and talk to him?
[baby cries] - Where you goin'?
[Trina] Fuck you, Dirk. Stay here with your truck.
[Susan] Might be best to let him sober up.
[Dirk] Hey hey. Don't fucking hit my truck.
[Susan] They'll sort it out, right?
[Dirk] Get the fuck out of here.
[pounding on door]
Mac.
[knocking, door opens]
Wakey wakey, hands off snakey.
Aw, fuck off.
Rough night?
Something like that.
Yeah, we heard a bit of something last night.
She runoff?
She'll be back.
She's got no money.
She'll either get hungry or bored or both.
I'm looking for your dad.
Probably went into town for coffee.
Yep, okay.
If you need something to do,
you can go clean out the pens in the barn.
They never got done after calving.
I'll be out in a bit.
[door slams]
[ominous music]
[lock clicking]
[loud door opening, whooshing sound]
You grab Hank's post-pounder like I told you?
I'll pick it up tomorrow.
Crazy old hermit.
When was the last time you think he got laid?
You know, he used to buy feed from us
we'd go over there when I was a kid.
And he'd go into his kitchen
and we'd hear the cupboard doors creak open
and he'd come back with a thick wad of cash.
His twin brother killed himself.
Slit his own throat,
over a bucket, right in the middle of the yard.
[Andy] I'm getting sick of him.
Yeah.
What do you think Mac really thinks?
I dunno.
It ain't my place, hon.
I've been thinking, - Mm-hm.
And I think maybe the best thing for me to do
would be for me to get some shifts at the hospital.
What?
You haven't worked in 10 years.
I haven't worked in 10 years?
You know what I mean.
Do I?
At the hospital.
I miss it. It's time to go back.
We could really use the money.
It's 45 miles away.
Yeah.
Wuh...
Well what will you do in the winter?
Drive.
Right.
Yeah, right.
[Ben] Mom, Tara won't give my dinosaur back.
Ben don't be such a tattle tale.
I told you brush your teeth and get your pajamas on.
[Andy] What about the kids?
What about the kids?
Well who's gonna take care of them?
Who do you think?
I'll find something.
I can easily make as much money as you.
This.
This is your job.
Here.
I'm done. I've gotta put the kids to bed.
[car passing]
Shit.
[turns truck off]
[knocking on door]
Hank?
[radio]... saying it might be the driest year on record
with no rain in the immediate forecast...
[turns off radio]
Hank?
Oh no.
[Andy coughs]
[Andy spits in the sink]
[clearing throat]
[eerie music]
[full coffee can]
[door slams]
[ominous music builds]
Andy. Hey, Andy.
We're late, we have to pick them up.
[Susan] What's the house like?
[Andy] Borderline unlivable.
We could ask the Miller's about dragging the trailer out there.
Would be a long bus ride for the kids.
Be good for them.
Think Mac would co-sign?
I can get a loan.
You mean we.
I just need to call the bank. That's the first thing.
I think we're gonna need a co-signer, Andy.
Feels wrong, moving this quick.
Hank's barely cold.
You do realize your father will never speak to you again?
That's about where things are at anyhow.
Are you sure this is what you want?
What options to we have?
Well me going back to work for one.
There's no need, hon.
Oh, that pig smell.
God, I'm gonna be sick.
Do you need me to pull over?
Sorry.
No, no, keep driving. Just keep driving.
Sorry.
Oh God.
OK, pull over. Pull over.
OK, OK, OK.
[vomiting]
[retching]
You OK?
[vomiting continues]
[ominous music]
[banker humming]
Ah, you forgot to list your assets.
Well I have my truck and Susan's car,
but your assistant said those won't count.
I see right.
Let me give you a call in a couple of days.
Chances are good though?
We'll have to see what they say.
Alright, thanks for your time.
Of course, Mr Hollis.
And call me if you need anything else.
Will do.
Mr Hollis.
- Your hat. - Ah.
Almost forgot.
["Cannibal" by Scratch Acid]
Chinese scrabble?
Something like that.
That's different music.
[music ends]
["Turning Thirty" by Ian Tyson]
You're awful dressed up for work.
Meeting at the bank.
Trouble?
Always.
Sorry to interrupt.
I was wondering if you knew of anybody
that was looking for somebody.
I work in a bar.
About all I see is folks looking for someone.
Sorry, I mean a job.
Oh.
No, not recently, the oil patch is dried up.
You're not happy?
The boss' son is back.
Ah, yeah.
The inimitable Dirk Longridge.
You looking to stay around here?
It's as good a place as any.
[chuckling]
You sure about that?
You gotta be from somewhere.
Well you're not from here,
neither am I.
What else is going on?
Saw a cow in a tree last week.
[laughing] What's that?
Saw a cow in a tree.
Ah, I'm not following.
We've had two mutilations the last couple of months.
I guess that's what you call it.
You heard of that before?
I read about it, yeah.
Animals all cut up like surgery, something like that.
Something like that.
So do you know what it is?
Oh, well,
aliens, Satanists,
covert government testing, teenage pranksters,
or maybe some bad alfalfa.
You think bad alfalfa killed and cut up those cows?
You're asking what I think?
Yeah.
Why?
Why not?
My opinion isn't going to solve anything for you,
because my opinion is that I don't know.
Certainty is a rare exception to the rules of life.
What ever is easiest to swallow
is what most folks gravitate towards.
And even if you lie to yourself as best as you can,
and look for something you call true,
well,
whatever your theory is, it's probably wrong.
That's bleak.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
We make ourselves comfortable
in order to get through our days.
Most folks just want to be happy,
at least in some regard,
and live their lives believing they're basically good.
You think people are bad?
I think people are 50/50.
Most men and women for that matter
will choose one or the other most of the time,
so much so that
they forget about the other half.
Hmm.
[hand washing]
[phone rings]
Hello?
Yes he is, you're lucky you caught him.
[whispers] The bank.
Hello?
Yeah, it's good to hear from you.
You did? That's good.
What was that?
Mm-hm.
Hmm.
There's no chance?
What about a co-signer?
Ah, I dunno.
Uh-huh... well...
OK. Thank you.
Nope.
[cow bellows]
[ominous music]
Shit.
[cans rattle]
[dark ominous music and radio signals]
[radio static]
[music builds]
[Mac] Thought you should know.
Dirk's gonna make an offer on Hank's place.
[Andy] That right?
Striking out on his own, eh?
[Mac] No, not really.
He's uh, expanding.
[Andy] I was thinking about making an offer.
[Mac] Shit I didn't realize you had that kind of capital.
[Andy] I'd get a loan.
[Mac] That'd be a tough sell.
No collateral, that's a big ticket.
[Andy] I was thinking of getting a co-signer.
[engine cranking]
[Mac] You're not thinking of me, are you?
[Andy] There's nothing for me here.
Hey!
This land's not worth much anyhow.
[Mac] This is why you should get in touch
with your father again and try and make things up.
[bang]
[kids cartoon plays]
[Susan] Andy I've gotta talk to you about something.
[Andy] I'll fix the sink tonight.
Yeah, I know. It's not that.
I had a meeting at the hospital today.
I picked up a few shifts.
It's just casual for now, but could be full time by the fall.
What?
When?
When what?
When?
Today.
At the hospital?
Yeah, that's what I said, Andy.
Well, you can't.
Well, I did.
No, you don't get it. You can't.
I...
Cuz, we're moving back to Dad's.
[Susan laughs]
What are you talking about?
I called him. It's a done deal.
Without talking to me first?
I thought that's what you wanted?
What I want?
Wow, you have no idea what I want.
[whispers] You asshole.
How could you do that?
How could you do that!
You were the one that kept pushing me to do it.
I'm just trying to do what's best for all of us.
For us or for you?
For us!
Why are you the one who gets to decide?
What is wrong with you?
What am I supposed to tell them, Andy?
- Tell who? - At the hospital!
I don't know. Tell them anything.
Tell them you don't need a job.
Kids get your boots on.
We're going now, I don't know when we'll be back.
[plumbing tools]
[snapping metal]
[wrench hits floor]
[rotary phone dialing]
[Andy drops receiver]
[dog barks]
[ominous music]
[ominous music climaxes]
[radio static and beeping]
[Susan] Where are you?
Just past Alsask.
I can't believe you'd leave us without saying anything.
Going back to Dad's.
You didn't call him, did you? Did you?
You lied to me. You didn't call him.
Tell Mac I'm... I'm not going to be in today.
My god I can't believe you.
We're going back.
I just have to talk to him first.
OK?
What are you just gonna show up at his doorstep
and say what?
I don't know yet.
Well, good luck.
[phone hangs up] - Thanks.
Thanks.
[rain falling]
[knocking on door]
Hi.
Um...
who are you?
Haley.
Sorry, I didn't realize he had company.
Is he here?
Is who here?
Dennis is not around?
Rick? Do you know a Dennis?
This guy's looking for Dennis. Is that the farm up the road?
Hi, I'm Andy.
Rick. No Dennis here.
Sorry, I think you got the wrong place.
No...
No, no, ah...
No this is my dad's place.
- Your dad's? - Yeah.
You're Van Leuwen's kid?
No... what?
Sorry, no, there's some sort of mix up.
Dennis Hollis, this is his house.
Sorry, who are you?
Andy.
I'm Dennis' son.
He wouldn't sell.
Do you want to come in or something?
[baby crying]
No.
[rain taps on truck cab]
[shallow breathing]
[choking and coughing]
[ominous music with radio static]
[distant thunder]
[banging on equipment]
[country music]
You ever hear of anyone drowning themselves
in two feet of water?
No, it's unusual.
Drowning.
Helluva way to go.
I heard it's rather peaceful.
Yeah, I heard the brain reaches
an alpha state when you drown.
Sort of like sleeping,
but you're conscious, very relaxed.
Not unlike hypnosis.
Doesn't sound so bad.
But you're still dead.
I read a story recently.
It happened over there at the Red Deer River.
Around the end of the last century.
There was an RCMP Constable... Mahoney.
He was traveling with a French half-breed,
out around Empress.
Long before the land was settled mind you, it was bare land
without many folks around.
And the two men are crossing the South Saskatchewan,
and their boat flips.
Now it's not deep water,
but the Indian knows they're in trouble,
so he sort of swims and crawls his way to shore.
Mahoney though, he's a big guy,
he tries to stand and walk.
And his feet get stuck in the quicksand mud like glue.
He tries to struggle,
as anyone would I guess.
But he just sinks more.
He throws his belt and gun.
Nothing helps.
The Indian's on shore,
trying to do what he can to help,
running around looking for their rope
which has just gone down stream.
There's no big sticks, branches,
paddles to throw to the poor bastard,
who's just slowly sinking.
Now just try to imagine this.
Sinking slowly,
deeper and deeper into the water.
An hour passes, water's cold, it's up to your chest.
Sinking more and more.
Now what must that feel like?
So he calls the Indian over,
he gives his last will and testament,
he screams, he cries, he prays,
But nothing stops the sinking.
Water is up to his neck,
he calls the Indian over, he says goodbye to him
he cries a last prayer, keeps sinking,
he closes his mouth.
His eyes are like to pop out of his head
as water is lapping at his lips,
he tries to no avail to push the water away from his nostrils,
bubbles comes out, there's a tuft of hair,
his hands flap above the water for a moment,
and then they stop.
Helluva thing to watch a man die.
[country music fades in]
What the hell kinda story is that?
Gotta think the Indian wanted him dead, right?
Fucking Indians.
Whose land do you think we're living on?
Mine.
No, we're living on stolen land.
[Dirk] Fuck off.
Well how can a man own land?
[shuffling to leave]
Last call, it's on the house y'all.
Y'all.
Why don't y'all go back where you came from?
[engine cranking]
Old jalopy won't start, eh?
Funny.
Hop in.
I thought you had plans.
Maybe you wanna join.
Besides who else is gonna get you out of here?
I should get home.
Get in, we won't stay long.
[truck passes by]
So dad was saying you were thinking of
buying old Hank's place.
Thought about it.
Yeah.
Signed the papers on it yesterday.
Congratulations.
Got more than just that.
What's that?
So where are you going?
Now that, you know,
you're fired and all.
I've got plans.
Why didn't you go back to your Daddy's?
You think you're better than me.
Yeah.
[Dirk laughs]
[muffled heavy metal music]
[ominous music]
[ominous music swells]
[pounding on window]
Wakey wakey, motherfucker.
Move over.
It's my fucking truck.
Get in.
[engine starts]
[Dirk] How come you never tried to fuck my wife?
You tried to fuck my dad.
You sure tried to fuck me.
You don't think I know how hard you tried
to take our place from us?
[ominous music starts]
He wanted my homo brother to have it.
Never taught me shit about farming.
But, they don't like cocksuckers around here,
so it all fell on me.
Sad story.
You think I wanted this?
This place is like a noose around my neck.
Then why are you here?
What kind of man would I be if I didn't claim my birthright?
What do you know about being a man?
You know what? Fuck you, Andy.
[accelerating]
[Dirk] Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
[truck crashes in the distance]
[steam from truck]
[seat belt clicks, Andy falls]
[groaning]
[struggling]
[coughing]
[struggling]
[gurgling sounds]
[ominous music builds]
[blood gurgling]
Help...
[music builds]
[quieter music, radio static]
[music fades]
[Mac] Did he say anything?
[Andy] No.
No, Mac.
He was gone.
Just...
Just... gone.
I shouldn't have let him drive.
I tried.
He was...
He was pig-headed.
I hated that about him.
Hated it.
[choking back tears]
What am I gonna do now?
[sobbing]
Sorry, I'll be right back.
[door opens and closes]
[coughing]
[door opens and closes]
[ominous music]
[music fades]
[wind howling]
[wind rattles windows]
Who are you?
I'm just...
trying to...
What are you trying?
I just wanna...
make...
Don't. Just don't.
You don't get to just leave.
[trunk slams]
[wind rattles the windows]
[woeful music]
[match striking]
[phone rings]
[woeful music continues]
[grunting in effort]
[music fades]
[machine collapsing, scream]
[screaming]
[crying and struggling]
[struggling, car approaching]
[crying, moaning]
[grunting in effort]
[ominous music]
[indecipherable calling]
[ominous music]