Hey, you forgot your...
What are you doing?
Aging my tool belt. But damn it, I was supposed to do it last night.
Age your tool belt?
Yeah, you know, make it look rugged.
I just bought that for you. It's brand new. A nice one.
Mom, I can't go to a new construction job with a new belt on.
They'll eat me alive in there.
Eat you alive? Well...
Hey, why don't you go work at Rob and Cleo's? Somewhere safer.
I'm the man of the house. I need, like, a man's job.
And men don't like new tool belts?
I can't show weakness to these guys, Mom, I swear.
Oh, shit.
The fuck is he doing?
Can you go back inside?
What? I know them. I wanna say hi.
No, don't do this here. Please go back inside.
Jeez.
What's up, fellas?
Look at you, with your cute little tool belt on.
Wait, your thermos.
Ooh, there she is.
Be careful, baby Bear.
Hey, what's good, Rita?
Hey, Charley.
Take good care of my boy, all right?
Fuckin' A. Like he's my own son.
- Shit, he almost was. Don't forget it. - Shut up!
(CHUCKLES)
Treat you like my little stepson.
Straighten you out, baby Bear.
Sike! Too young, shitass.
Plus, your moms would kick my ass.
Bear, man...
Today's the big day. No more soft hands.
- Morning. - Morning.
- What's up, Danny? - Charley.
This is our new help.
What, you all shy now?
All right.
What do you guys want me to do?
Hey, when you don't know, just copy us.
Okay.
(GRUNTS)
Whoo! Damn, boys.
- That edible's kicking in. - Shit.
Man, I'm gonna fly off this roof.
Does he not work with us?
No, he likes to work alone.
Man, remember he used to be the shittiest worker here?
Now he's like a damn robot, fuckin' head down.
Don't talk.
Gets the job done, though.
You know, things change.
- Oh, shit. - What?
I'm missing the board stretcher.
Oh, fuck!
Where the fuck did it go?
Can't finish the job without a board stretcher.
What's a board stretcher?
It's a board stretcher. Just as it sounds.
Go down, see if you can find it.
- What's it look like? - You'll know.
CHARLEY: It's a fucking board stretcher.
Big old letters on it, "board stretcher."
Don't come back without it.
What the fuck is a board stretcher, man?
Danny, you haven't seen the board stretcher, have you?
Well, they said they can't finish work without it.
There ain't no such thing as a board stretcher.
- They're fuckin' with you. - Are you serious?
(CHARLEY AND MARC DON LAUGHING)
MARC DON Pass me one.
So did you guys always want to become roofers?
Yeah, we always wanted to fuck our backs up.
Yeah, it's always been a dream of mine.
Ever since I was a little kid,
all I wanted to build white people's shit.
You don't choose it.
Shit. It chooses you.
It's a rite of passage.
So you snagged yet, Bear?
Shit, man. Of course I have.
- All the time. - Yeah.
You ain't snagged nothing but yourself, man. I was 13 once too.
I'm 17, so...
Yeah, we grew up faster back then. No Internet.
Pass me another one.
Move, damn it!
Hey, Marc Don?
Can you move your truck? I'm going to pick up some smokes.
Let's get some wraps
- and cranberry juice. - How about you? Want anything?
Some LaCroix. Pamplemousse, if they got it.
Make sure there's no green apple shit. Fuckin' hate it.
Hey, what about you?
I'm good.
That's fine. Move the truck.
Word. No problem.
-(ENGINE STARTS) - Oh-ho-ho.
Damn, she's tight.
(HORN HONKING)
- Hurry, shitass. - Okay, okay.
All right, all right.
(CHUCKLES)
The fuck you doing?
-(ENGINE STOPS) - Nailed it.
Oh, shit!
Where you going?
- You're all right. You're okay. -(BREATHING HEAVILY)
First rule of roofing. Don't chase it if it's already falling.
- Holy shit. - Everything all right?
Yeah, he's all right. He just took a little slide.
Come lay some support boards.
Move along, shitass.
Just fucking give 'er.
Hey, nothing to be nervous about, Bear.
Charley, go on and show him.
When I'm hammering, all I do is think about something that makes me mad.
What makes you mad?
Shit. Mostly my landlord.
Hey, fucker. You rent my mom's house.
Yeah. Sometimes she makes me mad, shit.
Just think about what makes you mad.
'Sup, Dad? You still coming?
PUNKIN: Something came up, man.
Trying to get a flight, but shit, it's too late now, man.
Fuck, man. I'm sorry.
Okay. I love you, Dad.
All right, man. I'll hit you back soon.
I gotta take a piss.
- These kids, man. - Different kind.
Fuck, I bet Punkin couldn't fucking drive a nail either.
No, I worked with him.
Shit worker. Always rapping about fried bread and shit.
Can still drive a nail, though. Just can't take care of his damn kids.
Fucking A.
(BEAR SIGHS)
A'ho! Young warrior!
Man, I'm in the bathroom.
Some things are sacred.
A'ho. Yeah, you're right.
This is a very sacred place, the most sacred.
Back in the day, our greatest warriors would sometimes develop
their greatest battle strategies in places like this.
We had a big trench. We'd all line up and pop a squat together.
Look at each other and talk about the battle coming
as we pooped face-to-face.
We would talk for hours.
BEAR: Man, I do not want to hear this.
Look at you, all grown up. Got a job and shit.
(EXCLAIMS)
Yeah, but this is bullshit.
I don't even know what I'm doing.
And I almost fell off the roof.
It's like they don't even teach you anything.
Just expect you to know.
Yeah, that's the Native way of teaching.
We have this traditional pedagogy of "just get out there and learn, fucker."
-(GRUNTS) -(SPLASHES)
Okay. Well, I just... I don't think this is for me.
I know how you feel.
I, too, have dealt with the hardships of trying to build a home.
Once I had to put up a teepee in a blizzard.
I lost seven children in that storm.
And all we had to eat was an ancient buffalo, frozen in ice.
Hairy bastard was probably there for 1,000 years.
When it come the springtime, marauders came
and stole me and sold me off to slave traders.
I had to push a log around for years on end.
I became really buff and ended up in a gladiator pit, fighting for my life.
Okay, I get it. You've had it harder than me.
Well, no, I wouldn't necessarily say I had it harder than you.
But truth be told, I had it harder than you.
Daniel's dad's up there. I didn't expect that.
Ah. Yeah, your friend Daniel.
(SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Maybe I should just get over it, you know. Maybe it's about time.
Get over it? Shit. You haven't gone through it, cvpon.
What do you mean?
What I'm trying to say is that we cry for those that we lost.
(EXCLAIMING)
Like that. You know, we mourn them.
We cut our hair, we cut ourselves.
We go through all the feels,
we take our relatives, their bodies, and make clothing out of it.
This is my auntie right here.
We airbrush their faces on our T-shirts,
get their names tattooed on our bodies in old English script.
We tear ourselves to pieces.
So that we can build ourselves new on the other side.
You go through all of it
so that they know that they can go.
That we'll miss them,
but that we'll be okay without them.
- Wait. What you mean is... - You hear that?
Ghost dogs. Somebody's heart fear's stronger than yours, little cub.
I gotta go. Check you later.
Bye.
(SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)
See you later, little Bear.
(CHUCKLES)
- What the fuck? - No, you keep on fucking it up.
Keep filming. You don't know.
Hey, do that dance with your face covered.
- Fuck, you say action then. Shit. - MARC DON: All right, all right.
Action.
Dance, clown.
(BOTH LAUGH)
CHARLEY: Shit.
Marc Don, the marksman, looking all rusty and shit.
It's just the wind.
You know why we call him the marksman?
- Why? - He used to be able to shoot the ball
from anywhere on the court.
Yeah. Really?
Hell, yeah, he'd shoot it.
He wouldn't make it, but he'd still shoot it.
You're throwing a lot of dirt on me for somebody
who drove all the way to All-Native and dropped out because he had diarrhea.
Fucker left at halftime because he had shit his pants.
Hey, fucker, them gas station hot dogs ain't no joke.
Uncle Charley, you used to play basketball?
Hell, yeah. Me, this guy, your dad,
we used to hit the 3-on-3 tournaments all the time.
- My dad? - CHARLEY: Yeah.
Before he had dreams of becoming a rapper and shit.
Yeah, forgetting about his family.
- There it is. - What?
All that stress in your forehead.
- It's 'cause of your daddy. - He didn't teach me shit.
You think you're the only kid on the res
growing up without a dad?
I had a dad and a stepdaddy leave my ass.
Damn, now you got him started.
Most dads are bad.
You should know.
MARC DON: Look, I'm going to tell you what somebody once told me.
You got to let a man make his mistakes, whether it be your daddy, your uncle,
your brother, your boyfriend, whatever.
You let a man make mistakes because men learn from experience.
Why do you think you're on that roof without a safety board,
running around all crazy chasing after shingles?
Because you guys ain't taking precautions?
Because if you slip once, you learn from it.
If you slip again, you're just being careless.
Yeah, there's a lot of careless dudes out here.
MARC DON: Shit.
Don't I know it.
I swear to God, it had, like, the face of a woman but the feet of a dog.
And nobody believed me. I swear to God, this is a true story.
-(HORN HONKS) - BEAR: Hey.
Will you go help Danny real quick?
You don't need to help me. I'll be fine.
Danny, I'm sorry. Back there, I didn't mean it.
I'm just in a bad mood.
As long as you're here, you might as well learn how to do this shit.
I'm gonna mess it up, though.
It can't be any worse than Charley's work. Come on.
Let's get this one right here. You see this line? You just got to line it up
on the left, all the way along the bottom.
- Okay. Yeah. - To the right. Just like that.
Get your hammer.
- Right here. Yeah? - You got it?
Little bit to the end.
- There you go. Perfect. Perfect. - Yeah.
Send it.
See how I hold my hammer? Little bit down.
Choke down just a bit,
so you let the weight of the hammer do it. All right?
Let's try another one. Okay.
- Like that? - Just like that.
Yeah.
- Cool. - You got it.
Hey, how's Elora, anyway?
She... She left town.
Like moved?
Sort of.
Really? When?
Like a few days ago. Feels like longer,
but I was supposed to go with her too.
She just got up and left me.
She hasn't been the same since, you know...
- You know. - I reckon none of us have been the same.
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
Everything's changed.
Me and Hokti split up.
Really?
I didn't know that.
I saw you guys moved.
Just couldn't stand to walk in that fucking house anymore.
Drive down them streets.
I'm sorry.
I don't even know how long it's been. I still can't get over it.
I got all these scenarios playing over in my head.
Like, how could I have changed?
How could I have been a better father?
Maybe he'd still be here.
And I'd still have my family.
I quit drinking since.
Well...
You said Elora left you behind.
Where was you all going?
California. It was Daniel's idea.
He always talked about that when he was a little guy.
Used to tell him I'd take him.
I didn't even have enough money to get to Tulsa.
Fucking good for Elora.
I'm glad she went.
Wished he would've went.
I feel bad, too.
What do you have to feel bad for? You're his friend.
You were there for him.
- I wasn't. - No.
You're young. It's not up to you.
It's the adults. We didn't see it, so that's on us.
That's not on you.
Look, I ain't got nothing else to say that you want to hear.
But you shouldn't listen to these guys.
Or me. You know I was a shitty dad.
So you're going to grow up and be a man.
A man isn't someone who walks around and makes mistakes
and hopes that they're gonna do better.
That's what a shitass does.
A man knows that whatever he does has consequences.
So you've got to be good the first time round.
(WHISTLES) All right, boys. Let's pack it up.
Hey, quit whistling, man. You're gonna call spirits out.
Bitch, it ain't dark.
Let's get out of here.
Look.
- BEAR: What is it? -(SHUSHES)
(EXHALING)
DANNY: Let's go.
All right, fellas. See you next weekend, right?
You're rich right now.
- CHARLEY: It's Monopoly money. - I appreciate it.
- Trade me a 10 for one of them 20s. - Get the fuck outta here, man.
You got to fight me first.
Be good, cvpon.
You too, man.
Hey, baby Bear. How was your day?
I got electric this month, Mom.
Wow. A working man.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE) - Yeah.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES) Well, set me free again
Well, set me free
Free
- Oh, set me free -(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Elora.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Let me guess. You ran out of money?
- No. - You're crying.
What happened? That fucker Jackie leave you on the side of the road too?
It doesn't feel good, right?
- Oh, my gosh. You just get up and go. - Bear.
No, no. We were friends, Elora.
You don't do that to friends.
That's not how it works. Like, holy shit.
We were going to California together for Daniel.
So you leaving me behind, leaving fucking all of us behind,
- it's like leaving him behind, man. - Bear.
How can I forgive you for that?
What the fuck are you even doing here, Elora?
Bear.
My grandma's dying.
(CRYING)