Hollow in the Land

Subtitles by explosiveskull

: You lost, Miller? Huh?

You deaf, too? Trailer park's that way.

Yeah, keep chirping, bud.

What, you didn't think we'd hear that shit, man?

- Yeah, I didn't say anything. - Bullshit.

What you going to do about it?

Shut your mouth.

Like your dad shuts his mouth?

What did you just say?

Say that again.

Around all that prison dick.

Yo, yo, yo...

Get the fuck out of here, Tyler!

Run, man!

: Are you serious, Miller?

You pull this today?

Face on the ground!

Okay! Easy!

I'm not fighting you back!

You Millers think you can do whatever you want.

Al! Al!

Come have a drink with us.

Can't today, Len.

Come on. One drink.

- I have dinner with Brandon. - So what? Bring him.

'Bout time the little shit learned how to drink, anyway.

He's 17, Len. Doesn't need much teaching.

All the better.

Let's sneak him in.

Yeah, I would, but, um...

it's been a year today, so...

Yeah.

Right, of course.

Hey, listen, uh...

Lindy really wants you guys to stop over.

We got one of them new entertainment units.

We got Oilers games, stuff like that.

I mean, it'd be good to just sit down and talk,

you know?

Yeah.

I mean, it's going to be summer time,

and you'll be gone,

and we won't see you.

Another time, for sure.

Hey, listen, you know, if, uh...

it doesn't have to be everybody neither.

If you just want somebody to talk to...

you know?

Hey, how 'bout today?

Why don't you work on getting jobs,

you little shits?

: Hockey player shoots a grizzly,

and the whole damn country gets their panties in a bunch.

Fucking libs, eh?

Let the boys play the game, you know.

This too.

Yeah.

: Today marks the one-year anniversary

of a tragedy here in Castlegar.

Eli Balkoff, a prominent youth within the local community,

was struck and killed in a traffic incident last year.

It was at this gas station where the incident occurred.

An intoxicated local man robbed the store

and fled in his truck,

where only a few metres down the road,

a 15-year-old Eli was riding his bicycle home.

Now Eli's parents, owners of the local pulp mill,

Helen and Jim Balkoff,

are turning this tragedy into something good.

: My son was a public servant in the making.

My husband and I would like to continue that legacy,

and we're very proud to begin construction

on the Eli Balkoff Centre for Youth

to help misguided youths find their way.

: Keith Miller,

the driver of the truck that struck and killed Eli,

was known to police

and had been released on bail earlier that year

for previous drug-related offenses.

Miller was sentenced to 15 years and six months

in prison.

Brand?

: You have one message.

Al, it's Darryl.

We need you down here again.

: Come on, let's go.

You need to get a cell phone.

: Sorry, Darryl.

Just got your message.

Thanks for coming in.

What'd he do this time?

Oh, you know, another scrap.

Took some doing,

but the other kid's not going to press charges.

Al...

I can't keep doing this.

I know.

Thank you.

: Saves us a lot of paperwork anyway.

Got enough of that with your name on it already,

don't we, Brandon?

Can I go?

- Yeah, you can go. - All right.

: You know, one of these days,

you're going to do some real damage to someone,

smart ass.

You'll have bigger problems than just paperwork,

I can guarantee that.

- Can you? - Yeah, keep it up.

You'll be sharing a cell with your old man in no time.

Fucking asshole, man.

Talking shit.

: Stop it.

Why you got to be such a shit?

- Fuck those guys. - Fuck those guys?

Fuck those guys.

- Those guys let you walk. - They didn't let me do shit.

They didn't let you do shit? Then how you out here with me?

Huh?

Just open the door.

Dad made the front page. You want to be next?

You're right on track.

Fuck.

Oh, wow.

You get a key cut?

We just heard about Brandon, so...

Hi.

Hey.

- You good? - Yeah, you okay?

Oh, yeah.

I didn't know what day it was.

You knew we had dinner.

Look, why don't we just visit him?

I mean, he's in jail. He's not dead.

He had it coming, Ali.

He's a fucking goof.

He was talking shit about Dad.

God, you sound so much like Dad right now.

Don't say that shit.

You do.

Come on.

I'm nothing like him.

I stick up for my family, for my friends.

I did the right thing.

If you did the right thing,

then I wouldn't be picking you up from the police station.

Oh, fucking shit, man, I can't stand this.

If some guy is standing there, fucking with us,

you just want me to do nothing?

I'm just going to sit there

and let somebody sit there and chirp at me, chirp at me?

Like, I fucking reacted.

Who loves you?

Eh?

I do...

but I don't know what to do anymore,

'cause we keep having this conversation

over and over.

What, do I have to sit you down and lay some ground rules?

No, come on.

Ali, nobody asked you to be the parent.

Who's it going to be, then?

It's me and you, remember?

Four months until you're 18...

and what does that mean?

That Darryl can't help you anymore.

That means...

that means real jail.

What the fuck do you care if I go to jail?

The fuck I care?

You're fucking leaving, remember?

- You're leaving. - That's not set in stone.

That's set in stone!

It's set in stone

because the minute I turn 18,

I don't need a guardian anymore,

so you can be free to take off,

do whatever you want!

Even if I do, even if I do,

that doesn't mean you're kicked to the curb.

I've been saving up money for the two of us.

Bullshit, Ali! Bullshit!

That's what you're doing!

What am I supposed to do?

You're not making this easy for me!

All I'm doing is picking you up

every time you make a stupid fucking mistake.

I am trying here, Brand. I'm fucking trying.

What the fuck do you think I'm doing?

Tyler, where you going?

We're, uh, headed out.

Well...

what about dinner?

Just grab something with my huge allowance.

Coming home tonight?

I don't fucking know.

Fuck it.

: Hello?