Welcome. - Good morning, pastor.
Are you coming in?
I can't. - You're afraid?
Not for me, for all of you.
I'm not going in without you.
You're the pastor, they can't start without you.
Then you'd better come with me.
Amen.
We who were formally no people at all
who knew no peace
must now build a church of peace.
True Christians know not vengeance.
Their hearts overflow with peace.
Their mouths speak peace.
Their limbs walk the way of peace.
Anna.
Come here, please.
Thank you, Anna.
For the great blessing that you have shown this colony.
By coming here and asking us for help
you have reminded us of what we live for.
Kindness.
You hit him! You hit him!
Let's go!
Fuck it.
Cheers.
Sláinte.
Oh, that's...
Cheap. - Yeah, Jesus.
Go on, gimme another one.
♪ I love a mean, mean man Who lives uptown ♪
♪ When I want him most He's not around ♪
♪ He's a mean, mean man ♪
♪ But I love him all I can ♪
♪ Now he calls at six He wants a date at eight ♪
♪ He's never on time, he's always late... ♪ - Alright, let's go!
♪ He's a mean, mean man But I love him all I can. ♪
What are you doing here? - Can I come in?
Nice house.
You ladies drunk?
Uh, yes, we are.
I'm here on business.
What business?
Ask her.
Go ahead, tell her. Tell her what you told me.
Tell me what?
J...
told her
that I would make sure her community was taken care of.
- What? - And I kept my mouth shut.
Just like you asked me.
And now I'm here to get what's owed to me.
Yeah? Well, things didn't quite work out.
Did you promise her money?
How much?
Hundred grand.
Are you kidding me?
We never discussed a figure. - We didn't discuss shit.
She threatened me.
Yeah, she took me to a fancy restaurant.
Ordered steak and drank champagne
and all I got was a goddamn salad.
I could ask for a lot more than a hundred grand.
The thing is, I need it by tonight.
Tonight?
Cops are looking for me. I need to get out of town.
So, I'm gonna give you until midnight.
You do not wanna blackmail us.
Blackmail's your thing.
I'm here to fulfil a verbal agreement.
Yeah, I get it that the system's rigged.
I go to the cops, we go to trial
I can guarantee there won't be one Native woman on that jury.
Which means I go to jail and you guys walk free.
But what you condescending, rich, white ladies got to ask yourselves is
what does this fucked up Native woman got to lose
when she's already lost her kids?
Why did you promise her the money?
Because I used her and her community to blackmail myself a seat at the board
and then I bribed her to keep her mouth shut.
You did what?
I was high on adrenaline, it was my moment.
Northstream treated me like a joke
they fucked me and I wanted to fuck them back.
So you fucked over an Indigenous woman to get yourself a seat on the board?
I'll take care of this.
Yeah.
Yeah, well someone has to.
Yeah?
Can we talk?
I insist we call the police.
What good would the police do?
This isn't Mexico, pastor. The police here aren't criminals.
He is the police.
Well, something must be done.
We can't just ignore him. - Of course not.
But he's a sick man.
A slave to alcohol.
If we raise our hands to him, we'll only bring about more brutality.
Peace is no good if it means a truce with evil.
One moment, please.
Si?
Veronica?
Johan?
We don't allow mobile phones in Prairie Field.
I know.
There's a telephone in my office. - I understand.
Then what are you doing?
I must ask you for that phone.
Are you defying me?
I have my reasons, Mr Quiring.
Hi.
Hey, Papa.
You OK?
Yeah.
Keep your heels down during the turns.
I do.
Work up to a lope gradually before worrying about your speed.
Aye. I start at the walk every time.
Chico can't control his speed through the turns.
He can.
He leans into the barrel.
I thought you had more faith in me.
I don't trust that quarter horse, that's all.
You bought me that horse.
Well, I've done a lot of stupid things, Rosa.
Like what?
Keep your heels down during the turns, that's all.
This is the junior standing.
I've been training at this for six weeks.
You're a good father
and she's a teenager.
Don't take it personally.
Here.
Put this in her drawer.
Anyone follow you? - No.
You got my money?
I can write you a cheque for $10,000.
Ten thousand ain't gonna build a health centre in my community.
Any more than that will bounce.
You got a pretty nice car out there.
It's leased.
I wanted to make a difference.
I was a good mum.
I know I slipped up after they passed
but who wouldn't?
I was a leader in my community, did you know that?
I fought my whole life to build something, a future for my people.
What about drugs?
What, what do you mean?
Cocaine.
I can get hold of some. A lot.
What?
I don't know how to sell it. - So you think I do?
I figured you might. Or know someone who does.
Did anything I just said have any fucking impact on you?
Go get my money.
Hey. You alright?
Angela's in trouble.
Right.
And we could both go to jail.
What for?
For the man she murdered.
Which one?
Does she know you're here? - She sent me.
We are talking about the same woman?
Cos...
when I first met her, she was pulling pints
for the brothers of the informer that her dad had just murdered, upstairs.
That's when I fell for her, I mean, how could you not?
Well, we have a problem and she needs your help.
You want me to kill someone.
You're unemployed
and I'm not buying what you're selling.
So...
I can lend you a tenner, if you like?
That's it?
It's all I got. - This is your fault, asshole.
You accused my company of murdering your son
and I was dumb enough to go look into it
which got me in this whole fucking mess.
That's mostly true
but do yourself a favour.
Don't ever mention my son again.
What're you doing?
Putting flyers up like you asked.
So that only people under the age of ten can see them?
Oh, Denise, I am so sorry
for being fucking crippled.
You're not crippled!
Jesus Christ, Nick, when are you gonna stop wallowing in self-pity
and do something useful around here?
Like this?
Is this useful?
With thousands of Native women missing and you wanna pour all of our resources
into looking for this one? Why?
If I don't look for her, nobody will.
OK, well if this is all you're gonna care about
then you're just making the problem worse.
Tell me, what's that problem?
Your people seeing themselves only as victims.
You're not allowed to say that.
I'm not allowed to say that? - No.
Why not? - Because you're a privileged white guy.
Oh, shut up, don't censor me. We're in Canada, we're not in fucking...
Korea.
I'm going to Reverie and when I get back
I want your shit out of my house.
What, so that's it?
Fuck you.
Come on, boy.
Good boy.
Come on.
Good boy.
If I win this race, I'll have saved enough money for a plane ticket.
You're leaving?
My dad owed money in Mexico
did he tell you that?
When his crops failed, he couldn't pay off the debt.
That's why we left.
We ran away, Anna.
So stop running.
You're telling me to stop running?
Your parents would be destroyed.
What about you?
What do you mean?
I know you tried to kill yourself.
How do you think your parents felt?
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
Why come to me?
The local dealers use your parking lot.
Not for 15 kilo payloads, love.
I'll take a million for all of it.
How did you get hold of 15 kilos of cocaine?
Do you care? - Well, you don't look like a distributor.
Are you interested or not? - Do I look disinterested?
And how do I know that you can deliver?
How do I know you can deliver, sweetheart?
Listen, no offence, but I've been in this line of business
or derivatives thereof
for forty odd years and in that not inconsiderable length of time
I've developed a kind of... radar.
So.
Who are your associates?
Our current distributor is indisposed.
I've been asked to find alternatives.
If this is too much for you to handle, just say so.
He sent you, didn't he?
Who? - You know who.
Do you have a million or not?
Tell you what...
you show me the drugs and I'll show you the cash.
You'll be hearing from me.
Oh, I can't wait.
She's talking to someone.
Follow her.
You driving a cab for a living now?
Ah, these are lean times.
I'd give you a ride but I got one in.
OK?
Mm-hmm.
Forgive me for doubting you.
I didn't mean to.
That was a nice run
by Anna Lopes, contestant number 88 from Stavely, Alberta...
...with a time of 17:8:49.
Can you see her?
Next up, Rosa Nickel from Prairie Field, Alberta.
Slow down for the turns. - What?
Or fly, fly like an arrow. - OK.
She'll be riding Chico.
Si?
Papa?
Rodeo, here she comes.'
Down she goes.'
No...
Rosa!
Help her, please!
The coffee here still terrible?
Oh, notch above ditch water.
I'll grab one anyway.
How you doing?
I'm alright.
You look good.
How many days you got? - Sixty-seven.
No shit! - No shit.
Sixty-seven? That's great.
How's your dad doing?
Oh, he's hitting it hard.
We appreciate the help by the way.
I'm making plans.
Yeah, what kinda plans?
Plans that get me out of this shithole.
Northstream oil money didn't exactly turn this place into Texas, did it?
No. Few people did alright.
Have you seen the chief?
That's funny, cos his truck's outside.
You want some advice?
No.
Don't go down this rabbit hole.
When was the last time you saw her?
Can't recall.
Ball park?
These women, they don't want to be found
they're not gonna be.
"These women"?
Yeah, overdoses. Suicides.
Runaways. There's thousands of them.
Yeah, over 4,000 in the last three decades.
And you're gonna make a dent in 4,000 missing women?
Who's she hiding from?
You don't want a crusade your first year on the job.
Northstream oil gave me a $60,000 truck to help with that.
Makes me wonder what they've been giving you all these years?
Get off my reserve.
Put this on the board.
If he asks, we didn't talk, OK?
I'm just paying for my coffee.
A rich white lady came looking for her. - What did she look like?
She had red hair, fancy clothes.
Something to do with the oil company and she came in a taxi and left in a car.
Whose car?
Jaclyn's.
You're a brave kid, Solomon.
Hi, you've reached Angela. Can't take your call right now
leave me a message.
Hey. Your doorbell's broke.
It's 6:30. - So?
So you're five and a half hours early. I still have time.
What's with the suitcases?
Trying to get across the border, to Montana?
Then what? Mexico?
I tried.
I truly, truly tried.
Well, you know what they say, "Don't try. Do."
I'm writing you a cheque for ten grand. I know it's not what you want
it's what I can afford.
Where's that shitload of cocaine? - Like I said, I tried.
Open the suitcase.
Now.
Empty it!
Hurry up!
Shit.
Where's the shit?
I told you I don't have it. - Fucking liar!
Get away from the door.
Go.
You want me to call the cops?
Go ahead. Call them.
You don't think I will?
I don't give a fuck.
Bullshit.
Those motherfuckers.
Angela?
Help me, Father.
The ghost pepper was the spiciest, but then in North Carolina
this man created the North Carolina...
- Thank you. - It's OK.
The North Carolina Reaper.
Thank you. - It's alright.
I want to get one. I wanna try one.
Remember Juan in Mexico, and the way he used to help...
Si...
Thanks.
What's happened?
Is it something to do with Mexico?
You owed someone money.
I did a bad thing
a very bad thing.
I'm fucked, Anna.