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No need to add to it.

If I wrote it

would you list didn't write to it?

Sure, but you didn't write it.

It's just somebody else's song.

So what about that girl last night?

- So now you're gonna pout?

- I'm not pouting. I'm listening.

- Dibs on the bedroom in the back.

- No! I already called dibs!

You snooze, you lose.

What are you two doing here?

Holy sh*t, Dad.

The cleaning lady on strike?

Don't start.

I can't afford one anymore.

Hey, Dad.

Sam told me about the accident.

That sucks.

So all three of us

are out of work?

- I'm not out of work.

- A f***ing janitor!

That's a student job.

Come on in.

Are you hungry?

I don't have much, but...

No rush. We'll unpack

and settle in first.

Hey, Sam! Your room's

even smaller than I thought!

What are you doing tomorrow?

I don't know. Sleeping in.

For a change.

What about you, Dad?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean "nothing"?

Just that I got nothing to do.

Jesus Christ, Dad!

How come you're not out hunting?

I didn't feel like it this year.

You look forward to it all year.

I'm tired.

My stuff isn't ready,

and my heart's not really in it.

I thought maybe we'd spend

the week at Luc's cabin.

Is it moose or deer season?

You still got a gun license?

- You bet.

- Deer season.

So let's go.

No. I'm not doing

anything tomorrow.

What about your truck?

What are you gonna do with it?

Sell it for scrap metal.

I'm done with trucking.

I'm too old for it.

I'm too old to start over again.

No more hunting,

no more cleaning lady,

no more wife, no more money,

no more truck...

Your life's just a bowl

of f***ing cherries.

You wait until you're my age.

That isn't how you raised us.

Just wait.

Jesus, if that's what it's like

to get old, shoot me now.

Where's your rifle?

That's the way it is.

Come on!

It's not very fast, is it?

I can't get it back.

I can still beat you.

You never won at this.

The blue ones go faster.

You gonna whine about that again?

OK, let's swap.

What's up? This is a first!

Come on, let's go.

I'll show you.

Hit restart.

And we're off!

- Seven, six, five, four...

- Keep it down.

Three, two...

It didn't make any difference.

In the wake of this clear victory,

this utter bloodbath...

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

- Already dressed?

- I'm going out for a bit.

Hold on, don't tell me.

You're going...

This is a tough one.

The suspense is killing me.

You're going to see Rebecca!

Of course I'll drop in

and say a quick hello.

And of course you'll get up at 7.. OO

and put on a nice shirt

and head over there

first thing.

It's none of your business.

Dad!

Germain, I wrote up

a to-do list for you!

Vacuum the floors

tidy up your crap...

You're about a year behind

on the wood for the stove, right?

Find a job, other than driving

a truck, naturally.

Close up the cottage.

I'm sure that's not done.

Get a haircut.

Oh, and find yourself a lady friend,

but that can wait.

If you don't want to go hunting,

let's at least

go see your salt licks.

I'm gonna go buy some groceries.

You're on unemployment, but your

fridge looks like you're on welfare.

Come in.

- Hello!

- Hi!

What are you doing home?

Nothing. Alain and I

are here to see Dad.

Right, how is he? Any better?

Yeah. Well...

as long as we're around anyway.

This isn't a good time.

Etienne will be back any minute.

I don't think that...

No problem.

We can get together after lunch.

Are you free?

Not really. Mom's watching the kids

so I can get groceries.

And I have class tonight.

I don't know what to tell you.

Call me when you go

grocery shopping. I'll tag along.

I'll even push your cart

if you want.

I don't know if that's

such a good idea.

We can talk, can't we?

I'd like to catch up.

It's been a long time.

Don't leave me hanging.

Holy sh*t, Al!

Back from the f***ing dead!

Jesus Christ, Big Marc!

They told me you died.

Nobody told me you got skinny.

Thin as a pancake, man!

A pancake!

You're not dead, you bastard!

So it would seem.

- But you banged yourself up.

- I'll tell you about it.

Staying at your dad's?

Yeah, me and Sam

came to take care of him.

It's pretty depressing over there.

Yeah. I haven't seen him

since the accident.

I used to run into him around town

at church...

You go to church?

Every Sunday.

Goddamn!

I gave you that shot.

I know!

You're not drinking enough.

The more you drink,

the better you play.

Up yours!

Do you enjoy taking advantage

of a cripple, fat so?

I take whatever comes my way.

It's just too bad

more women don't come my way.

That and a job

would be a winning combo.

- How much did you lose again?

- 80 pounds.

It's a low ball.

You poor man!

I'd like to see the woman who died.

I won't be long. I'll be gone

before her family gets here.

Take your time, Mr. Racine.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Your little guy

sure has a big appetite!

You have no idea!

So you don't have any kids?

Or a girlfriend at least?

No, and no. Neither.

I don't know. It's like...

Come on, Sam.

Why don't you have a girlfriend?

Sh*t!

Do you have...

Do you still

get nosebleeds a lot?

No.

You used to get them

all the time when we were kids.

No, I haven't had one since...

Since?

Since then.

Well, I guess I'll head home.

No, sit down.

Let's wait for it to stop at least.

Are we having fun yet?

You want me to push your cart?

Thanks.

There's this...

God dammit, I love

being with you, Becca.

I think you're getting

a little lightheaded.

Seriously.

You looked so beautiful

there with your kids.

They're sweet, aren't they?

I'll never find anyone

as beautiful as you.

When you broke up with me, you said

we'd get back together one day.

That was a long time ago.

I was 18.

It was 18 years ago.

You went on with your life.

I went on with mine.

But I didn't go on with my life.

You're not being fair.

I was born to be with you.

You said exactly the same thing

18 years ago.

I still believe it.

Go get some help, Sam.

You need to let go.

It's not fair.

It's not supposed to be this way.

There's not even

a good reason for it.

Time would've...

It's not fair!

I don't understand any of this.

Enough.

Samuel Racine?

Yes.

I'm going home now, Sam.

OK.

Thanks.

Bye, Sam.

You see that?

That should be here.

- Yeah?

- That's busted.

I'll have a look up top.

Where do you wanna start?

The body or the engine?

What's going on, Alain?

Your truck.

We're gonna fix it up for you.

No way. I killed a woman

with that truck.

It belongs at the dump.

You've been a truck driver

for 45 years.

You know that's part of the job.

Come on, Alain...

Get-this through your head.

I never want to see

that truck ever again.

What's wrong with you?

I got a nosebleed last night.

You still get those?

I went to the hospital.

The hospital?

For a runny nose?

Come on, Sam!

You're still doing it all wrong!

This is way too high!

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