North Country Page #4

- Tossing your ass around lost your marriage.

Don't think I'm gonna

let you mess with mine.

You hear that?

Is it true?

Jesus Christ.

Everybody heard. My father, my kids.

I mean, can somebody say things like that?

You know, legally or whatever?

- In front of the whole goddamn world?

- Only if it's true.

Well, it's not. He came on to me.

- Then it's slander.

- What are you gonna do, sue him?

Well, could I?

Best thing you could do is just let it go.

Miss Aimes? Hi, I'm Stacey.

- Sammy's girlfriend?

- Sammy's got a girlfriend?

Sammy says to tell you that

he's gonna stay at my house tonight.

Is that so? And where is Sammy?

He's over there in my mom's car,

and she said it's fine.

- Really? Sammy's mom says it's not.

- Hey, Josey, come on.

Great job today.

Sammy. Get out of the car now!

- He's very upset, maybe...

- Don't tell me about my son.

- Get out.

- No!

- I said, get out of the car, now!

- Let go!

Get out of the car! Go to the truck.

- You're a whore, just like everyone says.

- Don't ever talk to me like that!

Hey, hey! Josey, stop it, now!

You're gonna tell me how to be a parent?

Glory, with all your personal experience?

Karen, get in the truck.

Now, get in the truck!

You want a show? Huh?

Is that what you want?

You can all go to hell!

After that she kind of lost it.

When you say "lost it"?

Ranting all the time about

how we shouldn't take it anymore...

...how the company wasn't protecting us,

the union wasn't protecting us.

What did she think

you needed protection from?

- Don't know.

- Did you have any problems getting along...

...with the men at the mine?

- I didn't bother them...

...they didn't bother me.

Hey, Peg! Three for a dollar.

Got change for a dollar?

You kill me. She was like:

It's what they've been talking about

on the news every day, sexual harassment.

- Hey, Sherry?

- Yeah?

- What's this one do?

- Exfoliator, 11.99.

- Oh, gee.

- All right.

- Hello?

- It's me.

Glory can't make it. She's got a bad flu.

- Oh, no, I need her here.

- I told you, Josey, she's sick.

Well, can I talk to her?

Josey, she's not coming, all right?

What are you doing?

What I was saying was

I think we should go to Pearson.

- You know? Tell him what's going on.

- What do you get out of this?

Jeez, Peg, I'm just trying

to make things better.

Not you. I'm talking to Sherry. How much

do you get paid to sell this stuff?

Five percent of each sale.

Don't expect to get rich from me.

I'm not buying.

- What about what happened to you, Peg...?

- That's my business.

Actually, it's all of our business.

- It's happening to all of us.

- Tell you one thing...

...l'm sick of having my ass grabbed

by a bunch of old men.

Maybe you've been asking for it.

- Ever think of that?

- Up yours, Peg.

Hey, you could quit tomorrow.

Go sell your face cream.

- I need my job.

- You don't know sh*t about me.

I need this job just as much as you.

Okay, okay. Now, what would you

even say to Pearson?

That we've been sexually harassed?

- Honey, he'd laugh you out of his office.

- Not to mention what the guys would do.

- All that "never rat on a brother" crap.

- Yeah?

Union oath says, "Respect fellow members."

Where's our respect?

Where is it?

Come on, who's coming with me?

- What else you got there?

- A lot.

Will it get all the soot off my hands?

Sherry, Sherry, quite contrary

Kiss my ass, it's really hairy

Oh, a real funny guy.

What are you doing in the pit?

- Filling in for Glory while she's out.

- Just in time to use the new Porta-Jane?

You don't mind, we took

a big dump in that this morning.

Oh, how charming.

Sherry!

Hey, cut it out! Stop it!

Cut it out!

- What the hell's going on?

- They got Sherry in the crapper!

Stop it, guys!

Cut it out, it's not funny!

- Somebody's gonna get hurt.

- Knock it off!

Let her out! That's enough.

Turn this f***er over!

What the hell?

Send her in, please.

Miss Aimes. Sorry to keep you

waiting so long. Please, sit.

Gentlemen.

I asked some of my colleagues

to sit in, if you don't mind.

- No.

- I believe you know Mr. Pavich?

Yes, I do. Mr. Pavich was the one

who told me I had to take a day off work...

...to come and see you.

- I didn't want to waste your time, sir.

- Well, I appreciate that.

But it's not a waste at all.

Miss Aimes has a problem,

and we're gonna solve it.

Thank you, Mr. Pearson.

That's... That's really great.

I didn't want to forget anything,

so I wrote a couple of things down...

...on a piece of paper here.

Excuse me, Josey...

Do you mind if I call you Josey?

- No.

- I'd like to make this easier for you...

...if you don't mind.

I know what you're going to tell me.

I've been well-briefed.

Great. I just thought

that a few of these...

Please, I think you'll be

pleasantly surprised.

Okay.

Well, the current union

contract requires...

...that an employee provide us

with two weeks' notice...

...before leaving his position.

However, given how obviously

emotional this has been for you...

...we're willing to do something

special in this case.

We've decided to waive

the two-week requirement...

...and allow you to tender your resignation

effective immediately.

No. I'm sorry, I'm not resigning.

- Mr. Pavich will take care of the details.

- Happy to.

No.

I'm not quitting.

I need this job.

Well, then I suggest you spend less time

stirring up your female co-workers...

...and less time in the beds

of your married male co-workers...

...and more time trying to find ways

to improve your job performance.

Does anyone else have anything to add?

That says it.

Josey, thank you again

for making the drive down here.

Now, if you don't mind,

we have other business.

- To teach at Oral Roberts University

opened up.

When I informed him

that I was leaving in July...

...I recall that his response

was that now I would no longer...

...have an excuse

for not going out with him.

- I told him that I still preferred not to do so.

- Hey.

Where have you been?

He made a comment

that I will vividly remember.

He said that if I ever told anyone

of his behavior that it would ruin his career.

This was not an apology...

- Sammy, can I come in?

- Why?

I was only 20 minutes late.

- Don't freak.

- You know, I'm still the mom here.

Yeah, right.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

Just most people's mothers

cook and clean.

They don't work at the mine.

Remember you used to tell me you

want to be a doctor when you grew up?

- So?

- So.

I used to tell you

you could be anything you want.

Isn't it the same for me?

- Aren't I allowed to be anything I want?

- Not when you're doing someone else's job.

Bill White's signing some autographs

down at the rink on Saturday.

- We could go...

- I don't want an autograph...

...from one of your loser boyfriends.

- He's not my boyfriend.

And he's not a loser.

He broke some record

in high school or something.

- Yeah. A million years ago.

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