Dance Me Outside

Come on...

Do you smoke?

My name is Silas Crow, I'm 18 years old.

For a year,

me and Frank Fencepost been trying to get into this Mechanics School.

First, they tell us we gotta write a story.

Something about something we know.

Well, for a long time I couldn't find one.

I mean, lots of stuff goes on here

but I couldn't see it as stuff you write down.

Not till now, I guess.

Anyway, I'll start on the day the stories did...

You see that?

I offer the crow my last smoke and he bites me.

Probably trying to quit.

You sure he's coming?

Yeah.

He's coming.

Gee, thanks Silas, don't mind if I do!

I don't want no trouble in here.

Two things happen to a man in jail.

He comes out a killer, or he comes out a Christian.

Either way, I don't want him in here.

I asked for two

He's inside.

I'm looking for a scrawny little Nish-nab from Kidiabinessee.

Lots around here fit that description.

Yeah, well this one's mother is a butt-licker.

Brother's a retard.

Cousin's a scumbag.

What's more...

he's ugly.

Ugly?

Did you say ugly?

That's right.

Ugliest mother-fuckin' Indian I ever seen.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Did you say yeah?!

Yeah... you heard me.

Yeah.

Yo... Tough guy!

So Stretch, you gonna buy me a beer?

You'd better make that three.

Ugly, eh?

You're looking pretty damn good for three years in the Pen.

It's a fucking health spa.

Nice bike, where'd you get it?

So where's your sister?

She's, she's coming tonight.

She's bringing the husband.

She got married you know.

She married a white guy... lawyer, lives in Toronto.

I thought she'd be over that by now.

I can fix that for ya.

Me and Silas are gonna be studying to be licensed mechanics.

Well, she's all yours then.

Frank, eh? What a maniac.

There's Franks brothers.

That's... Wendall, Pete, little Clifton and the other one I don't know...

See that girl in the red t-shirt?

That's my girlfriend Sadie Maracle.

We've been going out since we were 13.

Oh my god, did you see him? Was that Gooch?

Oh god, oh god. Does Illianna know?

Yeah she's supposed to be coming home tonight.

God he looks better than ever.

You know Sadie, sometimes jail is the best thing to get a man in shape

Oh well then I guess Silas could use a year or two huh?

I bet he's got tattoos too!

Remember Gord Walshin? Did him with a ball-point pen.

Your kidding.

It's true, it's true.

Let's go!

Guys wait, he's a criminal you know.

I mean I don't see why you guys are getting so excited about a guy

who fights for the fun of it.

He's nothing to look up to.

Silas told me that he killed this guy out west.

Ripped his arm right off his body.

Let's go!

Come on!

What's he doing?

I think he's thinking.

Heavy.

Hey come on, don't bug him he's got things to think about.

Yeah he's got a lot on his mind, he's thinking.

And what would you know about thinking?

Oh! Good one!

Ohneesh.. Ahnoose-ana. "Hello" is what again?

Just say aaniin.

Alright, aaniin, aaniin, aaniin.

Yeah I can get used to that, aaniin, "hi", "hi".

Shit! What are they doing?

It's the welcoming committee.

Jesus, they're gonna scratch the paint!

They're just kids!

Hey get off the man's car!

Hey little brother!

Silas this is my Husband Robert McVey, Robert - Silas.

It's good to meetcha Si, Aaniin.

Hey Illianna how's it going?

It's going good Frank.

Nice hair.

Thanks Frank...

This is Franklyn Fencepost.

How!

Nice car!

Thanks Frank. Yeah it is a nice car.

Fuel injection, A/C, cruise control,

dual front air bags, anti-lock brakes.

Yeah, this think practically drives itself.

The boys love cars.

Well listen, maybe I could take you guys for a spin later?

Gee, that'd be great.

Me too! Me too! Me too!

Ok, ok, just give a few minutes to unpack and I'll see what we can do alright?

Ma! They're here!

Silas and Frank, you go help.

Bobby, you going to give Silas the keys?

I'll park it for ya too - sir.

Be careful with this would ya, Si?

Brand new?

Ya, it's brand new.

Wonder what it takes to blow up those airbags?

Could I drive?

Do you have you license with you?

Yeah.

What the hell, it practically drives itself.

I'll take the pedals.

Come on, Kal, get off of there, come on!

I told you not to go around jumping on cars.

So, where are the babies?

Ma... There will be loads of babies, we are really committed, we're...

We're trying ma.

We're really working it.

Believe me there is nothing would rather see

than just a slew of rugrats running around this place.

Did you tell your mother that I'm taking you to France?

No, ma we're going to Paris!

France...

Why?

Well because it's nice there.

It's beautiful there, ma.

Robert's been there, and it's nice, so he wants me to see it too.

So what are guys talking about?

Nothin, it's nothing.

An old friend of yours is coming to the dance tonight.

Well that's great.

I flew the car!

Broken...

Silas!

Excellent car! You should be more careful who you lend your keys to.

Nothings broke.

Start her up Frank!

Alright!

Shit!

Little Margaret, come on, let's go!

I'm doing something new with my eyeliner.

It looks fine.

No one's here yet anyway.

Yes they are!

Well, no one's dancing, and I wanna dance.

Coyote's here.

Just a minute.

Little Margaret? Come on!

You bought me a beer? You actually bought me beer. Wow.

You want it?

I want it!

Silas! Maybe you and I should check something in the truck for a second.

Oh, right.

How the heck are you guys gonna keep these girls with these actions?

Frank?

What?

You come back in here drunk, webbed feet eyes on the side of your head.

Frank is so lame.

I don't know what they want, I don't know what they fuckin' want!

Have you ever noticed?

It's like there's some...

Conspiracy with women.

You look at them,

they look at each other. You know they're thinking something, right?

I got no argument there man, nope, no argument.

Prost!

Kampai!

Cheers!

It's warm.

Let's go dance.

You can't dance to that.

So - then let's go, not dance.

There's a truck full of ugly.

That chaganash fuckin' Clarence Gaskill.

Charming.

She walked in to the bar room, oh lord what a sight

With long brown hair and blue jeans, skin tight

See, why does she do that?

Maybe she's lonely?

She's not lonely, she's got me.

Hi, Gooch.

Gooch, this is my husband Robert McVey.