The Lesser Blessed

Larry: Fort Simmer, Northwest Territories.

Been here since my accident.

Not much to do if you're not into booze or sports.

...man, fuck the West 40, it's shit, man...

Passing through Alberta, I know this place

Oh, yeah? Right on!

Yeah, but we need a ride.

Well, we can borrow my aunt's car.

It's just going to break down before we leave the town--

Hey, shut up! Just yesterday I took it

down to the dump at 120 clicks--

Know what, man? I think I'm just gonna go.

Don't be cheap. Stay--

Fuck you-- I'm learning! Okay? I'm learning--

Darcy: Yo, what up!

How you doin', man?

Where you been, man?

Werewolf Larry, is that you?

Larry!

Are you gonna fight me this time?

Or you gonna run away like a little bitch?

Don't let me catch you watching us, animal!

Or I'll skin you!

Larry: Juliet Hope has the eyes of an angel...

She could suck a man dry with those eyes...

After the nuclear war when we all turn cannibal

and start to eat one another...

She won't be involved.

Her mouth would not eat dead things.

My mother's tearduct was destroyed by my father

years ago and it stopped working forever.

We have a new face with us today - Johnny Beck.

You look familiar, Mr. Beck.

Yeah, Mr Harrister.

I'm that guy who passed out on your lawn.

So, the model that we have...

...supply and demand.

...Around the mid-1800's. the beavery trade...prevalent.

Fuck, man...

Economics can only exist when we create scarcity...

Larry: Darcy McManus...

He has a chunky ass and a moose cock.

We both grew up in the same hell hole

across from my lake.

He's had it in for me ever since he moved here.

He holds my secrets under his fingernails.

Mr. Beck--

I'm listening--

Is there any way I can accomodate you

in making this a more enjoyable experience.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Harrister,

yes, there is.

Ah, and what might that be?

Well--

We get to stare at this ugly blackboard,

and you get to face the sun.

I want a piece of that.

I say, we rearrange our arrangement of these desks,

and switch our bodies the other way, so we can face the sun.

You'd get some sunshine, warming up your backside,

everybody will be happy. Even you, Mr. Harrister.

So, who's with me, class? What do you think?

Come on, Mr. H-- It's a good idea.

It really is--

Get out!!!

You're a tough man, babyfingers.

...we poked a hole in it,

so the water would come out slowly,

people were like, what the fuck--

Yo, man, my name's Sammy,

but my boys call me Mustache Sammy.

Been growing this fucker since I went swimming nut to nut.

Know what I'm sayin'?

Larry: Most guys love French class

because of Mademoiselle's Simone's French titties.

They're so perky.

But I have my own reasons.

It's coming from upstairs.

Mr. Harrister's class. Jonny.

Hey--

Do you know who sits here?

No.

Oh--

Okay--

What's up, faggot?

I seen your mom passed out in a ditch.

Fucked her for fifteen bucks.

You like burning shit, buddy?

That's some original shit, Darby.

It's Darcy, asshole.

Mr. Harrister: Mr. Beck--

Darcy, give me some room--

Detention.

Tomorrow morning, 8:15am.

Eight-fifteen!

What tribe are you?

Chip?

Cree?

Dogrib.

Dogrib, huh?

This guy Jed, told me that our tribe

came from this woman that gave birth to six puppies.

That's really something.

You comin'?

Hey, that Mr. Harrister, what a Leonard.

Leonard who?

Not a who, a what.

You mean babyfingers?

Yeah.

The fuck's a leonard?

Uh...

A monge... a face-melt.

You know, a stick.

What?

An asshole.

Oh--

You sure are daring, man.

You're only beautiful once.

Larry: Holy shit!

Damn ravens.

Can you give me a hand?

Yeah, I think I'm gonna be a leonard

and, uh, get the hell home.

Suit yourself, man.

Hey, uh, you should come over later.

Connibear Park, third floor.

Bring some food.

Sol later.

Later.

My mom had cut her hair since the last time Jed split

and it hadn't grown back to its original length.

My dad would have called her dizzy shit for doing that.

Is Jed coming in soon?

I think something happened out hunting...

He sounded kind of shook up.

Thought he'd be here by now.

Said he wants to take you hunting when school's out.

Yeah-- I've heard that before.

Edanat'e.

What?

That means how are you.

Oh...

Don't panic, I made bannock.

Wow. Yourself?

Yeah.

That's really cool, that's cool--

I just gotta finish up in here.

Did you already butter that stuff?

Yeah. Do you have raspberry jam?

Naw, we're kinda strapped

until my mom can get some cash.

Things are pretty horror-show right now.

Not too dry?

No, it's just right.

So...you live with your mom?

I hate this place already.

Can't wait to leave.

Gonna live with my dad.

He's trying to get a job in Yellowknife,

If he gets it, he's gonna come get us.

Right, Donny?

Fuck, yeah.

What about you? Were you born here?

Nah.

I came here three years ago.

Your old man around?

No.

You got hair on your nuts, or what?

Donny--

Sorry, 'bout that, Lare.

It's all right.

Nothing personal, Lare, but you should probably

take off before my mom gets here.

All right-- Later.

See you later, chief.

Sol.

Hey--

Larry?

That was your desk with the roses on it, right?

In Mr. Harrister's class?

Yeah--

Okay.