Riverhead

[Saw buzzing}

Good job.

I'm going down now to get another one.

Will! Come down give me a hand.

Grab on to this, la!

Turn that around this way.

Drag 'er up there by Jer, alright?

Ye got 'er?

Yeah!

Jer: We're like a crowd a women.

Nice young feller.

Yes sir, buddy.

We'll keep you on b'y.

There you go. No, I'm not good with that.

I just rattle to the ground.

Patrick: Like your head?

Jer: Yeah, pretty much like the head. Like a light.

Whoa, man. That is a hot cup a tea.

Good job, buddy.

Never enough wood cutting, though.

Ohhh, Jesus. Me back is shot.

Pay for that one in the morning.

Shoulda took a break earlier.

Put that in the back.

Shoulda had me on the saw, ya cripple.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Put it in the back, b'y, behind the seat.

Wha?

Behind the seat.

Oh.

Jer: Are we good to go then, or wha?

Patrick: Yes by. Just havin' a puff before we takes off.

Right on. Listen, thanks for comin' down, buddy.

And if you need some help now, in the next couple a weeks,

hauling yours down, I can give you a hand, you know.

Just picking away at it. I haven't really burned through much yet.

Good b'y.

Alright then, buddy. Have a good week.

Yes, you too, Jer.

Yessir, man.

Is Emma back?

Myself and the young fella are goin' in to pick her up in a few days, I dare say.

Right on.

Listen, want a few turrs, or what?

Always.

Myself and the brother-in-law got a couple a dozen last week or so.

I'll drop some down to you. You gonna be around?

Yes, I'll be around.

Right on.

Alright b'y. Take'er easy buddy.

Yes, you too. Say hi to the missus for me.

Patrick: Oh, Jesus, I'm dyin' here with the heat.

William: Yeah?

Was I telling you I got my moose license?

Oh yeah? Out yet?

No, never got a chance yet.

Get out soon, now before the season closes.

Should be fine, shouldn't it?

Job to say. They're a bit skittish this time of year.

It's gonna be hard to get close to 'em.

We should go out now, soon.

My area's not far from here. We'll go out for the day.

Yeah, for sure.

What's your license for?

Bull. Well, bull or a calf. But I never takes a calf.

Really? What's wrong with a calf?

Nothing wrong with a calf.

I took one, one time, thinking it was a cow.

I snuck right up on it.

She didn't know I was in the world.

After I shot 'er, I realized - wasn't scared of nuttin' yet.

Fuck it. I'd take it anyway.

Meat is meat. As long as the freezer's full.

I s'pose. Broke me heart, that's all.

Yeah, I always wanted to go with Dad when I was a kid-

Up seal hunting.

But I thought I'd feel too bad doing it.

Plus mudder'd kill me if she knew.

My mudder was the same way.

My father used to go out at it, though. Every spring.

He come back this one time, though, with seal hand.

That's when the b'ys are gutting' the seals and they cuts their hands up with the knife.

And the blood and the blubber and stuff gets in the cuts.

Causes infection.

Dirty old stuff. Could kill ya.

Jesus.

Yeah. I never went at it myself.

Who knows? Maybe I'll end up on the Mainland.

No seal in sight.

Christ b'y. You'd be better off with the rot.

It's Emma's idea, sure. Maybe just for the summer.

I know. I know.

By the way, now.

You coming to town with me on Thursday to pick up Emma?

After she's finished her test or whatever?

Uh, I might be working. I'll see.

Alright then, b'y. Let me know, alright?

Here, la. Take this.

No, no.

Don't be at it b'y. I got my job.

No. For giving me a hand today.

Here.

I didn't come here to get paid, b'y.

I don't care. Don't you be so silly.

Here. Give it to your mudder.

She won't take it from me anyway.

Later.

Alright.

Nobody knows how to take out that garbage, or what?

Shush, Dad.

I coulda swore that I showed you how to take out-

Dad. Stop.

How are you, honey?

You got everything?

Yeah.

Patrick: That was good?

You want a piece of pie?

William's mother sent one over yesterday.

No. I'm good.

Oh, I had him out cutting wood the other day.

He's pretty good at it too.

He's a good worker when he wants to be.

He didn't mention it.

He didn't cut his leg off or anything, did he?

No. He's the best kind, sure. Seemed to really enjoy himself.

Sure, you and he goes in the woods, all the time, don't you?

Yeah, but we only go for walks.

We don't go hunting or fishing or anything like that.

I think he said his dad used to do stuff like that, though.

But he was too young to be at it.

Yeah?

I'll make a woodsman out of him yet.

I'd figure you'd be over there like a bullet, soon as we pulled up.

I don't know.

I haven't been talking to him much this past week with my exams and stuff.

Is that it?

Yeah.

He's rotted at me because I wanna go away for the summer.

It's only to Halifax or something.

It's not like he can't come with me.

I don't know, honey. You got to talk to the poor fella.

He's fine.

I think there's people getting together on Saturday at Kelly's.

So I'm sure I'll see him there.

Are we going to Nan's Saturday?

No, I told her I'd take you over Sunday morning.

Rather than being across the highway Saturday night.

Come on. I know you want to.

I'm gonna go watch some TV.

Oh? Are you sure you don't wanna help me skin brace of rabbits?

I would rather not.

Throw the kettle on for me, will you, my luv? Please?

Mm hmm.

William: You all right, then?

Emma: Yup.

William: You don't seem it.

Emma: I'm fine.

William: Alright.

You were barely there an hour before you wants to go.

You hardly even talked to me the whole night anyway.

There was a lot of people to see. I don't know.

I haven't seen you for three months.

I knew it.

What?

I knew you were gonna get on with this.

You're the one who flipped out at me on the phone.

I didn't flip out.

You ignored my calls for a week.

I had to hear from you dad that you were coming home.

Had to beg you to see me, and now you won't every talk to me.

Why wouldn't I get on with it?

You're being a fucking idiot!

My son, you better get under fuckin' control

before she has the fuckin' harbour woke up.

Christ man, I almost took a run at yay.

Yes, I'm sure.

How are ya b'y?

Alright.

Me younger brother, Robbie.

What are y'at?

William.

What are you fellas out making a racket for tonight, anyway?

Oh, b'ys, this is Emma.

I used to know Michael from high school.

Emma who?

Whelan.

Your fadder Paddy Whelan, den?

Yeah.

A real arsehole.

William: What's that?

Our fadder knew her fadder quite well.

I was just tell 'em that he was an arsehole.

I s'pose after the pen, you'd know are arsehole better than anybody, eh b'y?

That's alright.

Well, getting on now.

Heading back home from Kelly's thing.

Oh, I s'pose my invitation was lost in the mail.

I'm sure he didn't ever know you were around, honestly.

Well don't worry about it, b'y. Was up with the cousins for a spell anyway.

Trying to get this queer on the hard drink for once.