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[backstage conversations]
[Dean] My name is Dean Murdoch.
[puncturing beer can]
Whoo!
[Dean] A lot of people call me the Deaner.
Some call me the fucking governor of givin' 'er...
[crowd chanting]
[Dean] ...and a lucky few,
they know me as the Dean Machine.
[crowd chanting] Deaner! Deaner! Deaner! Deaner!
Deaner! Deaner! Deaner! Deaner!
[Dean] For a while there, I played in shit bands
and had a lot of shit jobs.
Yaah!
You know what, though?
I fucking did it.
I finally fucking made it.
[♪♪♪]
This is my fucking mansion.
It is fucking deadly.
There's a lot of people who will say, like,
several fissures in the foundation
would be a reason not to purchase a mansion,
but they knocked off a couple grand,
and I was like, fucking rights, I'm all in.
Want to take a seat?
Okay.
Get comfy.
Grab yourself a cold one,
fire up a butt,
and shove them kids down in the basement,
'cause this story's a fuckin' doozy.
To understand what happened to me,
how I fucking got right here,
you gotta go back...
way the fuck back, to 1989.
[♪♪♪]
I grew up in Haylen, Manitoba,
a tiny little steel town
right smack-dab in the middle of butt-fuck, Canada.
You know, like a shithole?
It was the '80s.
Life was fucking deadly, man.
There's Glen, my functional alcoholic father,
and Mirna, my fucking mom
who was addicted to Jazzercise and Jesus.
They both had low sperm counts but big hearts,
so they adopted me and my sister, Jen.
It was grade 11, and I was a fucking local leged
thanks to my hockey skills,
plus, I had this thing called the hyperactive guyroid gland,
which made me extremely handsome,
and made me look just a little older than 17.
Life was fucking deadly, man.
It was the '80s.
What could possibly go fucking wrong?
[♪♪♪]
[Mayor Dale] All of your votes have been cast,
and it's down to this lovely pair of beguiling bakers.
Who has the best pie?
She's right here.
By round of applause, Lonnie.
Whoo!
And Beulah.
[cheering]
And the winner is...
[motorcycles revving]
Give me this!
Balloons are for babies!
Okay. Happy Haylen Jubilee
from your friends, the Metal Rangers!
[cheering]
Now, what do you say, boys?
Let's have us some pie!
[cheering]
[revving chainsaw]
[crowd screaming]
Whoo!
[tire squealing]
["Killer in the Midst" plays]
Deaner, mon Tabarnak, we got plans for you!
[laughing]
[Dean] Every single town had a biker gang
back in those days,
and that was just an everyday occurrence
back in the '80s, man.
Kids don't know what they're missing.
[♪♪♪]
[film narrator] 95% of those afflicted
will eventually die from the cancer.
[Principal Gil] Hey. Hey.
Eyes up front.
Hands at sides.
Eyes, front, hands, sides.
Now we're going to bring up a special guest
to talk about the dangers of smoking.
Please give a nice welcome to Martin Geddes.
[voice synthesizer] I smoked two packs a days
since I was 10.
At 42, I got cancer and had my throat removed.
Thank you.
[scattered applause]
[Principal Gil] Okay, then. Does anyone have any questions?
Any questions about the dangers of smoking?
Dean Murdoch, assistant captain
of our very own Steel Falcons junior hockey team,
why don't you come on up and ask Martin a question?
- Why don't you go? - [Principal Gil] It'll be fun.
[applause]
[laughing]
Deaner! Deaner! Deaner!
[cheering]
Can you still have sex?
[laughter]
Yes, definitely.
And if any teachers out there are interested,
I have a massive wang.
- [cheering] - Okay, then!
Hey. Got a light?
Yeah, I got a fucking light.
[lighter flicking]
[inhaling burning cigarette]
[exhaling]
[coughing]
Life's too short to play safe.
Here, it's a good luck charm.
I call it "Sexcalibur."
This is fucking deadly, man!
I can have this?
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, Dean! Dude! Check it out.
Hey, Gary. What the fuck's going on?
What's this?
Portable pussy.
A couple squirts of hand cream, just fucking go to town, man.
Why are you showing me this?
Knowledge, dude. I'm trying to pass it on.
Look, this thing changed my fucking life.
Helps you relax before a game or whatever.
Here... you can make your own.
[spitting]
Anyway, I gotta go, but I'll see ya at practice, eh?
All right, later, man.
[whistle blowing]
[Glen] Left.
Right.
Down.
Get down there, fucking Deaner.
Quit doggin' it, dog.
[Dean] Well, you grow up in a shithole town,
there's really only two things you can do.
You can end up shovelling sparks at the mill,
like my old man, Glen,
or you can play hockey.
The great creators,
they bestowed upon me a magical fucking gift.
I was like a fucking ice wizard out there.
Fucking Merlin with bladed feet.
[Glen] Dig! Dig! Dig! Dig!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Right on, little buddy!
Deanareano, you're a fucking pussy!
[Jesse grunting]
Fucking piece of shit!
You did that on purpose!
Even I can't hit a target that fuckin' tiny.
You wanna go?
Let's fuckin' go!
[Gary] Jesse, okay, enough, come on!
He wins us every frickin' game, man, take it easy!
[whistle blowing]
All right, that's enough for today.
Come on in.
Jesse, you all right?
[Jesse] Yeah, I'm fine. Dean needs a fucking tissue.
Okay, all right, bring it down, listen,
we'll get a bag skate in,
and pretty sure there's a bucket of oranges
back here for you guys.
Okay? Around the net.
[blowing whistle]
[Glen hums] Remember this?
♪ Toreador-ay ♪
♪ Toreamor ♪ Come on.
[stereo playing "Toreador Song" from Carmen]
What's the matter with you?
I got punched in the face. You just stood there, man.
What's the matter with you?
[Glen sighs]
Look, Dean, in the car, at home, I'm Dad.
At the rink, I'm Coach.
Yeah, well, next time you see Coach,
can you tell him he fucking sucks?
Hey, language!
Look, Dean, you've got a special talent, okay?
When you're on, no one can stop you.
Dean, are you hearing me?
Yeah. I fucking heard you.
Hey! Watch your mouth!
Look, it's like your Nonna always said, okay?
Well, what does that mean?
I'm not sure, actually.
["Toreador Song" plays]
♪ Your mom, she hates it when I snore ♪
♪ I got mad at you 'cause you swore! ♪
There you go.
♪ Deaner shoots, he scores ♪
Dean, you got a package in the mail.
It's fucking huge.
I already have a pretty huge package.
Dean, ew.
Get the fuck... is this is for me?
Yeah.
Nice!
[Mirna] Glen, can we talk about this?
[Glen] Let's crack 'er open.
- What is this fuckin'... - There's this, too.
- Glen... - What?
[paper rustling]
Well, here, you read it.
What is this?
"Hey, dude... at least, I think you're a dude.
Anyways, here's your dad's shit.
He died. Take 'er sleazy."
That's all it says.
My dad died?
That's fucked.
[chuckling]
Bless us, O Lord, for these, thy gifts,
which we are about to receive
through the bounty of Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
[Glen] Amen.
Enjoy.
Must have cost a lot to send that thing.
I could barely lift it.
I told you to be careful around that thing, Jen.
It's not to be fondled.
[smirking]
[laughing]
Sorry!
Oh, no, never mind.
I was just thinking of something funny
that happened at work, eh?
Crazy Louis.
You never once said anything about my family.
Or Jen's.
Nothing.
Well, you know, I mean,
it's just there's, uh, nothing to say.
It's not that interesting.
What, like our parents were boring?
Yeah. No, I mean...
well, boring in the sense
that no one ever told us anything about them.
Right.
Fuck this, man.
Hey, Dean!
You no finish-a you stroganoff!
No, no, no.
[Dean] Nowadays, if a satanic fucking steamer trunk
showed up with all your dead dad's shit in it,
your parents would be like, "Oh, let's hire a trauma coach."
But back in those fucking days, weird shit like that happened,
they're like, "Here's a fucking deck of smokes,"
you know, like, "Fucking park it out in the back alley
and figure it out yourself and never bring it up again."
Which is more or less what I did,
until I ran out of smokes.
[slapshot]
Hey, brother!
Jesus fucking Christ, Jen.
You almost got a slapper in the box!
How you going to shoot with no stick, hotshot?
Give me that.
Give me the fucking stick back.
You want some? You want some of this?
Ow!
You're so fucking annoying.
Yeah. So I'm going to Kitty's.
[Jen] When you gonna open the damn trunk?
[Dean] Not yet!
["Fantasy" by Aldo Nova plays]
♪ City nights ♪
♪ Summer breeze ♪
♪ Make you feel all right ♪
♪ Neon lights ♪
♪ Shinin' brightly ♪
♪ Make your brain ignite ♪
[Dean] That's Jesse Stilcox,
the captain of the fucking hockey team.
He fucking hated me.
I did steal his fucking girlfriend, so...
you know.
- [saxophone honking] - [Dean] Jesse!
Well, I'd give you the finger,
but I'm saving it for Kitty.
Well, fuck you, Dean.
Hey, when you're done there, you can blow me.
Come here and say that to my face,
you little bitch!
- [sax hits the ground] - [Dean cackles]
My sax!
[♪♪♪]
♪ See the men paint their faces and cry ♪
♪ Like some girls ♪
♪ Like some girl it makes you wonder why ♪
♪ City life ♪
♪ Sure it's cool ♪
♪ But it cuts like a knife ♪
[crash]
♪ So forget all that you see ♪
♪ It's not reality ♪
♪ It's just a fantasy ♪
- [snoring] - Oh, hey, May.
May?
[snoring]
Oh, ho, ho, hey, Dean.
Not even going to say hi?
Oh, yeah, I'm saying hi.
How's she fucking going?
[laughing]
Oh, yeah.
I heard you got in a scrap with that loser ex of Kitty's.
I don't know why you bother with hockey.
It's just a bunch of jocks
looking for an excuse
to piss on each other in the shower.
[laughing]
Okay. You can have the car.
[laughing]
You skeevy fucker. Be safe.
Fucking got that right.
Thanks, May. You fucking rule!
Hey, Kit.
Hey.
You know, she's from Neepawa.
That's, like, only a few hours from here.
Neepawa's a shithole.
No, it's not a shithole.
Sounds like it's fucking French for "shithole."
[laughing]
Shut up.
Margaret Laurence put that town on the map, okay?
Just like me and you are going to put Haylen on the map,
right, Dean Machine?
[laughing]
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Okay.
["Cherry Pie" by Warrant plays]
♪ She's my cherry pie ♪
♪ Cool drink of water Such a sweet surprise ♪
♪ Tastes so good ♪
[Dean] I was going steady with Kitty Buchanan,
the biggest head of hair in Manitoba.
We were mostly doing, like, over-the-pants kind of stuff
because we were both Christian.
You know, heavy petting, heavy breathing...
heavy cleaning.
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ She's my cherry pie ♪
♪ Put a smile on your face ♪
♪ Ten miles wide ♪
Hey.
Fuck, you're sexy.
Can you imagine next year when we have our own place,
how great it's going to be?
We can just, like, do this all the time.
Yeah, maybe.
Go to Toronto or Vancouver.
We can try sushi.
The fuck's that?
It's like a raw fish that's, like, kind of spicy.
Mm. I like the sound of that.
Oh, fuck off.
Can you be serious for, like, two seconds, please?
Look, there's scouts at every game right now,
and... I've been thinking
hockey is our only way out of this dump.
You're kind of... stupid.
You know?
I ain't stupid.
Okay, fine. Prove it. What colour are my blue shoes?
You had to look. Did you just look down?
[he chuckles]
So you don't know.
♪ Sweet cherry pie ♪
♪ Swing it! ♪
[TV preacher] Remember, though, that as an eternal spirit,
Satan's focus is on eternity.
His primary goal is to take you to Hell with him.
If Satan can get you to kill for him, great.
That's icing on the cake.
Did you watch that, uh, Geraldo tape
I left on the bed for you, Glen?
I hate that guy.
He's a disgrace to mustaches.
They did this exposé on Satanism.
They had this perfectly normal kid.
Bored, lonely.
And then one day,
he just slits his parents' throats.
He painted a pentagram on the wall
in his parents' blood, Glen.
Well, then I guess we should keep the kids away
from paintbrushes, eh?
[sighing]
You know, I wish you'd come to church with us on Sundays.
What kind of role model is that
while you're home watching football
while we go to Mass?
All right, Mirna, I told you 20 years ago,
you get me for Christmas, Easter, and baptisms.
All right? That's it. Glen's Holy Trinity.
I'm like a camel Catholic.
A little Jesus goes a long way.
And I got a great hump.
- Bring the knitting needles. - Oh, yes!
[Glen] ♪ Toreador ♪
♪ Eh, toreador ♪
[humming with the radio]
What?
Stop fucking staring at me like that.
It's fucking creepy.
All right. I'll open the goddamn trunk.
Yes!
[Jen drops crowbar]
Jesus fucking Christ.
You scared the shit out of me!
Let's fuckin' have at 'er, eh?
[straining]
What?
I don't know.
Maybe it's just not a good idea.
I don't want to get cursed.
Fuck, dude...
Well, look at all this shit.
It's creepy as fucking hell.
Probably just "000," right?
[slamming lock]
Let's just get at her.
[Jen] "666... 9"?
Fuck, yeah!
[coughing]
Fucking King Tut's pussy fart.
Some fucking rummage sale.
Fucking jacket...
What are you waiting for? Try it on.
I don't know. A dead man's clothing?
Oh, God. Don't be such a baby.
Shit actually fits pretty fucking good.
What is all this shit?
Fucking hubcap.
Fucking Christmas dish rag.
Look at this fucking bird's nest.
Check out these albums, man.
Dokken, fucking Anvil... Styx.
Look at this fucking bad boy.
So much shit in here, eh?
Oh, fuck, Dokken concert in two weeks.
Poor bastard.
Oh, dude!
Fucking full pack of-- oh, there's just one in there.
Nice.
[coughing]
Holy fuck!
That is not a cigarette.
[coughing]
Holy fuck!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Let's play this bad boy.
[Jen laughs]
["Breaking the Chains" by Dokken plays]
♪ Feelin' scared ♪
♪ You need somebody ♪
♪ But no one seems to care ♪
♪ A one-way ticket ♪
♪ A change of pace ♪
♪ You've had enough ♪
♪ Can't take no more ♪
♪ Breaking the chains around you ♪
[Dean] Fucking Dokken, man.
It was like I got shot through my body
by a fucking lightning bolt.
It was loud, it was heavy...
it was fucking deadly.
♪ Breaking the chains ♪
This is fucking awesome!
Dean, what are you doing?
Let's go! The game starts in 30.
Let's get after that tournament gold.
Come on, Jen.
Let's see some hustle.
Come on!
Get in the car. Hugga-nugga. Come on.
["We Got the Night" by Coney Hatch plays]
♪ We're here for just one thing ♪
[Glen] Dean, settle the fuck down!
♪ Let's get that feelin' in the air ♪
Ha!
[Glen] What's the matter with you, you fucking goof?
Jesus Christ, dude!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Ya hot for pizza?
[slapshot]
[cheering]
Attaboy, Deano! That's my boy!
Yeah, Deaner!
Okay, Jesus, dude! We get it!
He's putting on a little show.
[goal siren wailing]
[screaming]
Ha!
Haylen Steel Falcons goal
scored by number four, Dean Murdoch, unassisted.
Time of the goal, 12:14.
Good shit, Deano!
Dean's looking good.
[Dean] I was smoking basically the last fucking joint
of my dead dad.
That's double fucked.
Like one of those...
adult actresses.
[tossing and turning]
[♪♪♪]
Look, Dean, you've got a special talent, okay?
When you're on, no one can stop you.
You never once said anything about my family.
I don't know why you bother with hockey.
It's just a bunch of jocks... jocks... jocks...
[revving]
Deaner! Deaner! Deaner!
You no finish-a you stroganoff!
[panting]
Who the fuck were you, Murray Messier?
[popping beer can top]
["The Power of the Tribe" plays]
♪ You never heard of me ♪
♪ I'm in your blood Can't you see ♪
♪ Open up your fertile mind ♪
Fuck you!
Yeah. No. I'm not armed.
I got nothing-- fuck you!
I have a fucking knife!
Knifework is thirsty fucking business.
[Dean] There was something about putting on
that tight fucking black denim.
I felt powerful,
like putting on an invincibility cloak
or something,
except for my junk was very visible.
You know how you can see the pyramids from space?
♪ You're not alone no more ♪
♪ Or on a distant shore ♪
♪ You've got the power of the tribe ♪
♪ You're not alone no more ♪
[cackling]
[screaming]
Yeah!
Fuck, yeah!
Oh, hey, Jen.
Did I wake you up with the tunes?
Sorry about that.
You look fucked up. Are you okay?
[♪♪♪]
I couldn't sleep.
Yeah, me neither.
I feel fucked up.
You look... awesome.
Aw, yeah, thanks, eh?
It's fucking wicked, right?
I feel... weird.
Yeah, I feel weird too.
You know that thing we smoked?
I think we did...
- drugs. - Drugs?
[laughing]
Hey, uh, why don't you crash in my room tonight, eh?
Like a sleepover?
No, no, no. Not a fucking sleepover.
Like a fucking... so I can keep an eye on you.
- Right on. - Yeah.
Got a roadie.
[yawning]
Well, good night, sleep tight.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Dean?
Yeah, Jen.
I'd do it all again.
Fucking rights. I would too.
But we won't, right?
No.
[laughing]
No.
[farting]
[laughing]
[farting]
Dean!
Ew!
Fuck!
[crash]
Oh, hey, it's the holy baker.
Oh, yeah.
Depends on which way you look at it, though, eh?
[chuckling]
Hey, I fucking got this deck of smokes
in that trunk that my dad left?
There was this fucked-up butt in there.
You ever seen anything like this?
Looks just like a regular old butt to me.
No, I wouldn't light that...
aw, fuck.
[coughing]
It's been a while.
Oh, jeez. Oh, coco puffs.
- That shit's cocaine? - That was cocaine,
and you've got to stay away from those hard drugs, Dean.
Cocaine, heroin, mugger's mist.
Doing them drugs is like using a sword without a hilt.
There's no safe way to wield it.
But, hey, did you ever... shotgun any beers?
No, but that sounds fucking awesome.
Oh, yeah.
All you need is a beer
and somethin' sharp.
Get in there, you bastard.
And up she comes...
And down she goes.
That's fucking awesome!
Wait, wait.
Do you have anything important to do today?
I'm 17, May. Nothing's important.
Hey, let her rip.
[Dean] I felt like I'd been bit by a radioactive beer spider.
[screaming]
[Dean] I had a fuckin' superpower!
We're shotgunning some beers.
Oh, no, thank you.
Shotgunning beers fucking rules, May.
Come on, Kitty!
Fucking do it!
Okay, okay. I'll do one.
Kitty! Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!
Wow.
Better than fuckin' me. Right on, man.
I got another half dozen in the fridge.
- Fuckin' bring 'er out! - No, no.
Our city's finest have come out today
to support the Blue Bombers...
[sportscast continues]
Uh...
uh... where'd you get those clothes?
Found 'em.
Jen, you look like a demon from hell.
It's shorts and a T-shirt, Mom.
Okay. Uh...
what I wanted to say was that, you know,
the next time you see that boy at school,
you know, the one that called you...
names,
um, you just...
you just tell him that you're not an Indian.
Okay?
And you can invite him over to the house
if he wants to see.
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
[Dean talking quietly to Kitty]
I'm serious. The way they look at you...
Hey, you little freak fuck.
Man, you're a fucking embarrassment.
Pretty harsh way to talk about your dick there, Jesse.
It's not his fault he's curly as a fuckin pig's tail.
[laughing]
Say that to my fucking face.
I'm pretty sure I just fucking did.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. Stop.
Fuck you, pussy.
What is wrong with you, Jesse?
You want to hit me?
Let's fucking chug a beer.
Loser gets a punch in the face.
You little pussy, I'll fucking destroy you.
Name a time.
Right here. Right the fuck now.
Let's go!
Fucking go! Eh, who's got two beers?
Come on, bring 'em on! Walter? Right on, buddy!
[Kitty] All right, I'll count down.
I'm going to tattoo to my knuckles
on your stupid fucking eyelids.
[Kitty] Three, two, one.
Drink!
Ow!
[laughter and cheering]
No! Fucking cheat!
[laughing]
Fuck! You fucking cheater!
[belching]
Fucking ruined 'im!
Wahoo!
Deaner! Deaner! Deaner! Deaner!
[♪♪♪]
Ooh, shit.
Merciful heavens.
Smells like a brewery in here.
Dean, get down.
Sorry, sir, I was just fucking givin' 'er.
Where did all this beer come from?
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Yes, and Joseph.
[bell ringing]
Dean...
I will see you in an hour in my office.
Fine.
Attention, all teachers.
There is a... urgent staff meeting
in the metal shop in 10 minutes.
Please bring your lunches.
[♪♪♪]
[Dean] I got suspended.
- [Jen] Oh, shit. - [Dean] Yeah.
Can I have one?
Eh, watch it!
Your own fuckin'... hey, fuck off.
This is a normal cigarette, right?
[laughing]
That one is, yeah.
Hey, you know what May said was in that other smoke?
- What? - Cocaine.
Cocaine?
Yeah.
Like in Miami Vice?
Yeah, Miami Vice.
Man, your dad was nuts.
Yeah, fucking Murray Messier.
Fucking Murray Messier.
I wish I knew something about my dad.
You know, people ask me if I'm Chinese.
I don't even know what to say.
Well, you do like Chinese food.
Karate your fuckin' ass!
[protesting]
[♪♪♪]
[whistling "Toreador Song" from Carmen]
Aw, for fuck's sakes.
She trashed my fuckin' ticket!
The... fuck?!
Lift up and down.
This is a great calf warmup.
The fuck is this?
Dean, language!
You take my shit, you just throw it out?!
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have done that.
I just...
[sighing]
I just... I've been so worried about you.
I mean, ever since that darn trunk showed up,
you've been acting so strange.
Is that so fucking weird?
Mirna, you hide my family from me my whole fucking life,
and you're all shocked when I want to know shit?
Okay, you're right.
Just sit down, please?
When we adopted you,
the government instructed us not to tell you anything. Okay?
They said it was best to grow up in a white world.
"Just leave the Indian behind," they said.
Your father was a logger,
and he was very, very young when you were born.
And... and he was Métis,
and, uh, and he travelled around a lot for work,
but honestly, that's pretty much all I know.
And Jen?
Um, she was born into the Blackfoot nation
further west of here,
and her last name was Crowshoe,
but I really don't know much more than that.
So we're Indians.
I mean, your parents were.
Dean. Dean, I...
That's all I know. I...
[Dean] I'm going for a bike ride.
Dean...
[Dean] Back in those days,
the government was basically
launching Indigenous babies into white suburbs,
you know, like them fucking T-shirt cannons
at the hockey game?
Foom!
"Little Moon, you are now Stacey."
Foom!
"Deadly Snake, you are now Steve."
First I was like, "What's a fucking Métis?
Where's all the other ones?"
I had so many fuckin' questions.
Was my mom hot?
To this day, I live in the fear
that I'm going to be making out with some slightly older lady,
and she'll pull back and be like, "Son?"
[Glen snoring]
Dad. Dad!
Shut up for a second.
Listen to this.
Uh, the Blackfoot call themselves
the, uh, Niitsitapi.
It means "the real people."
Pretty badass calling yourself that, eh?
Uh, Dad, can we go?
To Alberta?
Jen, that stuff is cool.
All right?
Really cool.
But it's in the past.
We're your tribe now.
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
[crash]
Pfft!
You got any fuckin' metal, May?
Drop the needle on the first one over there.
This is a song
that will make the hairs on your ball sack
stand right up.
Diamond Head...
"Am I Evil?"
["Am I Evil" by Diamond Head plays]
This is fucking good.
Ha ha!
You are a jock for sure, man.
No! Feel the music.
♪ My mother was a witch ♪
[May sings] ♪ She was burned alive ♪
♪ Hottest little bitch ♪
♪ The tears I cried ♪
Can I turn it up?
Turn it up!
[volume increasing]
That's it, Deaner!
[volume increasing]
♪ Take my time ♪
♪ Am I evil? ♪
♪ Dean is a man ♪
Yeah!
[sparking]
♪ Am I evil? ♪
Put the beers on it! Put the beers on it!
Not too many! Not too many!
Fuck!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
[yelling]
Oh!
- [blowing] - [music stops]
[May applauds] Ah!
- Dean... - Holy fuck!
...you are my hero!
[laughing]
[sighing]
I'm sorry I fucking ruined your stereo, though, May.
I just wanted to get the music louder and louder,
and it just couldn't fucking be loud enough, you know?
Yeah. Well, come on, follow me.
Whoa!
Is this where you keep your cauldron?
When you get older,
sometimes things are so painful,
you just got to lock them away somewhere.
[chuckling]
Dean, look. Clear away all that shit there.
All right.
I told you I was in a band, right?
Yeah. The fucking...
Howdy Doodys, or...?
No, the Lost Hyenas.
- Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah. - Three girls.
We used to rehearse right here in this garage
for a whole year,
but then... pfft.
Word of advice.
Don't let suckin'
stop you from doing something that you love.
I sound like a hooker, don't I?
You look like a fucking hooker.
Hook on this, love.
[chuckling]
So, what in instrument did you play, anyways?
The bass.
Always the bass.
[chuckling]
Plug her in for me, will ya?
[Dean] That thing is fucking majestic.
A guitar will finger-bang you in the ear...
but a bass,
a bass will always fuck you right in the chest.
Crank 'er up.
Right on.
All right, you got some heat. Fucking give 'er!
[bass slamming]
[Dean] I knew in that moment
that I had metal flowing through my veins...
plus the fucking electricity.
That's the science, man.
That's how it fucking happened.
I got blown by a bass amp.
[coughing]
Hey, Dean!
Yeah, May?
Ha! Did you feel that?
Yeah.
That is rock 'n' fucking roll, man!
[♪♪♪]
[pull-starting]
Come on, cocksucker.
What, do you fucking want me to dry-hump you?
[pulling]
Hey.
Hey, Kitty.
Can, uh, we talk?
Yeah, so, like, um...
May's been, like, acting kind of weird lately.
Like, she's been drinking a lot more than usual.
Yeah, she is so fucking fun to party with.
It's not good for her to be doing that,
so I think she just needs to, like, take a break.
Maybe you and I can, like, meet somewhere else.
Kitty, she's my friend.
I can meet her when I want.
She's not your friend, Dean. Okay?
I'm asking you to give her some space for me, please.
Well, what about me?
What about you?
She's the only fucking person
in this shithole town
who gets me.
[laughing]
[scoffing]
That's not what I meant! Kitty!
Fuck off.
["Lost Behind the Wall" by Dokken plays]
Fuck.
♪ There's a hand of fate let you die on the cross ♪
♪ All of your life grows cold ♪
♪ When you're lost behind the wall ♪
♪ All of the dreams you've ever known ♪
♪ Will be lost behind the wall♪
Beauty day. Huh, Dean?
Not fucking really.
Got a pretty big game coming up with the Chiefs, huh?
Yeah, what are you, my fucking coach?
Heard you're going to win real easy.
Be a shame if that happened.
Ain't that right, Moth?
Some dangerous fucking people put money on you losing.
Fuck, dude.
Why don't you guys ride back to the zoo
and suck each other off?
[laughing]
Oh, we will suck each other off.
Let me put it to you real simple.
You either throw the game,
or I'm going to get Moth here to break your fucking legs.
You ain't ever going to play hockey again.
Don't fuck around, Dean.
You either throw the game...
or else.
Or else what?
Fuck off!
[kickstarting]
[Dean] All of a sudden, these fucking bikers are like,
"Oh, hey, Dean, you gotta
fucking throw games for us or else."
And I'm like, "Fuck you."
[Prelude from Carmen plays]
[tires squealing]
Those bikers are bad guys, okay, Dean?
I don't think you understand.
Our focus right now is to get you out of this town, okay?
Scholarship.
We're so close.
[tires squealing]
Jesus, Dad, slow down.
[farting]
Fuck, Dad, that fucking reeks!
[Glen] I had two bananas after that egg sandwich.
'Sup, Gary?
Yeah, how's she goin', Dean?
Woo-woo-woo-woo!
I think you're in the wrong dressing room, Chief.
What the fuck are you wearing?
Suck it, Jesse.
[object landing]
Hey! Fuck--
Hey. Double or nothing. What do you say?
Jesse, fuckin' knock it off, man.
Come on, eh?
Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug!
Let's go.
Chug, chug, chug, chug!
Come on.
All right. Fucking count 'er off.
Three, two, one.
[cheering]
Oh, yeah, Deaner!
Yeah!
Good luck out there, you drunk Indian fuck.
Look out, you fuckin' pussy!
Hey, hey!
That's enough. That's enough! Break it up.
We done now with the bullshit?
Come on. You boys want to win this game or what?
Who wants to go to Nationals?
Fuck, yeah!
All right, all right, then.
Dean, lose the neck chain.
It's not to code.
Fuckin' pussy.
Still cock.
All right, Falcons, let's do it to it!
Come on, boys, let's show some mettle!
Go give 'em hell, Deaner.
All right, guys, pull your socks up.
Let's see some hustle out there!
Number four, Dean Murdoch.
Number 21, Gary Riemsdyk.
Number 32, Digger Peters.
Number 16, Fudge Brown.
Number 12, Ginchy Cook.
And number 47...
[Dean] Them bikers wanted me to lose on purpose
for their stupid fucking gambling shit,
but I had a lot riding on that game.
I was one step away from the big time,
the national fuckin' stage, you know?
That's where all the fucking contracts come from.
That's where the fucking money is.
You know, like that kind of fucking real hockey player money
when you got enough to buy a car
that's so fucking sweet, you can't drive it in winter.
Opening face-off
brought to you by Bullara Six Tobacco.
Now you're smokin'!
Attaboy!
[goal siren blaring]
Fuck, yeah!
Dean Murdoch with his 27th goal in four games,
setting a new tournament recor.
Let's fucking go!
Did you just say... let's fuck a goat?
[whistle blowing]
[♪♪♪]
[Glen] Let's go. Sticks and speed, boys.
All right, boys, let's see some hustle out there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hup, hup!
[booing]
[laughing]
The fuck, ref, you didn't see that?!
[whistle blowing] Bench minor, number 4,
two minutes, Falcons, let's go.
Bench fucking minor,
you fat fucking walrus. Fuck you!
What, are you drunk? Are you drunk?
Drunk on your mommy's titty milk, you fat fuck!
You're out of here, Deaner! Get the fuck out.
Are you fucking kidding me? Get the fuck out of here?
Look at this fucking guy, come on.
I'm going to fuck your wife.
Oh, you are, are you?
Get the fuck off!
Bullshit!
Bull shit! Bull shit! Bull shit! Bull shit!
What the fuck are you all looking at?
- Let's go! - [blowing whistle]
Number four, Dean Murdoch,
five minutes for unsportsmanlike,
and a game misconduct.
Bull shit! Bull shit! Bull shit! Bull shit!
A friendly reminder
that unwanted food and beverage items
are to be placed in garbage bis near the exits,
and not thrown onto the ice.
Thank you.
Come on, Mule, get in there.
Fuckin' take the shooter.
[horn sounding]
[booing]
[Dean] Rage is the most righteous of all deadly sins,
and I was feeling some righteous fucking rage
right about then,
about everything...
my fucking parents, my pretend new dead dad,
fucking bikers,
the game, the weather, everything.
It was a fucking rage stew,
and I was just fucking stirring it.
[May and Kitty humming]
[May] Oh, hey, Dean.
Hey, uh, actually, Aunt May,
I was thinking maybe we could, like, take the car out?
Sure, sure.
Uh, it's not why I came here, Kitty, this time.
I just wanted to, you know.
[May plays the organ]
Yeah, um...
Dean, hey, like...
[May plays the organ]
We talked about this.
Yeah, I know.
I just really need to see May alone.
- Alone? - Right now. Yeah.
Yeah, no, that's not fucking happening. Okay?
This is exactly what...
May, can you just stop?
Jesus fucking Christ, it's a free country, Kitty.
I can talk to May if I want to.
No, she's not your fucking friend.
She's my aunt.
Kitty. It's okay, honey.
We're only going to talk for a minute.
You're only going to talk to for a minute.
Cool. Yeah. You guys are going to get fucking shitfaced,
and then what are you guys going to do together?
Start a fucking band, go on a road trip?
Hey, fucking calm down, man.
Like, we're just going to have a fucking conversation.
You don't even understand.
She's the only fucking person that I have,
and you are always trying
to fucking take her away from me.
It's like, fucked up. Fuck you!
[May's head hits organ]
Oh, my God.
May? Fuck. May?
Oh, my God!
Fuck! May? Should I touch her?
I don't know. I don't know.
Should I get her a smoke?
May, you got to help me.
I don't know what to do. I'm fucked.
[May] Give 'er.
[paramedic] Give us a little bit of room.
All right.
[paramedic] Careful.
Hey, uh, you want me to...
Just... leave us alone.
All right.
[chuckling]
Aw, fuck.
[Dean] Seeing May lying there in a crumpled pile,
that was tough, man.
She looked like an abandoned suitcase
left behind by a fucking rubby-doo.
Not cool.
["Rock and Roll Machine" plays]
[Dean] My brain was overflowing with teen angst.
I kept thinking...
what would my dead fucking dad do?
♪ Oh... ♪
[tires squealing]
[revving]
[squealing]
♪ Hey, you, get inside ♪
♪ Fuck the rules Let's take a ride ♪
♪ Rock and roll machine is on the road ♪
♪ Telephone poles are flying by ♪
♪ Let's get drunk and fuckin' high ♪
♪ Rock and roll machine is on the road ♪
["Killer in the Midst" plays]
[tires squealing]
Fuck!
What the fuck?
Fuck off!
Pull over, Deaner!
Fuck you!
♪ Walk up to a preacher ♪
♪ Knife him in the back ♪
♪ Watch the blood pooling ♪
Aah!
♪ Killer in the midst Everybody run ♪
Fuck!
♪ Killer in the midst ♪
♪ Killer on the run ♪
♪ Killer in the midst Everybody run ♪
♪ Killer in the midst Let's have some fun ♪
Fuck you, Deaner!
See you on the other side!
[hitting the brakes]
[screaming]
[Dean] May's car, it got fucke.
Proper fucked.
I'm still paying it off.
[groaning]
Fuck.
["A Criminal Mind" by Gowan plays]
♪ All I've ever known ♪
[turning song off]
The fuck you doing?
That song's a classic.
[turning it back on]
♪ A criminal mind ♪
♪ Is all I ♪
♪ All I've ever known ♪
♪ They tried to reform me ♪
♪ But I'm made of cold stone ♪
The fuck?
[grunting] Move your fucking ass.
Buddy got bad breath.
[gasping]
♪ Ask one who's known me ♪
♪ If I'm really so bad ♪
♪ I am ♪
[♪♪♪]
Welcome to the Deadly Den.
Nobody calls it that, Kevin.
It's Moth!
Shut the fuck up.
I'd call it "Satan's Keep."
What about you shut the fuck up?
Maybe just "The Keep"?
[laughing]
Story time.
[crying out]
Aah!
[window slides open]
Welcome to my kingdom, Dean...
a kingdom built
by bulldozing those who stand in my way.
So you work for, like, a demolition company?
[gagging]
We asked you real nice to throw the game, Dean.
The next time, I'm gonna hurt you.
Badly.
You almost cost me 10 grand.
When we tell you to lose, you lose, got it?
Fuck off.
[panting]
Goodbye, Dean.
[Glen] Dean, Dean.
Hey.
[patting couch]
Come here.
Dack here, I mean, Coach Turner, that is, is here
to talk to you about college.
Ain't that right, Coach?
Dean Murdoch.
Hell of an athlete.
You can step over into something new,
someplace where you'll never have to walk again,
because I'm gonna teach you to fly.
Four years paid study and a shot at a national title
with you on the team, book it!
Per diem paid in advance.
Well, you got any Indians on that team?
No.
I'm proud to say
that we have... an unspoken policy
to keep things...
clean, as they say.
[Glen] He'll be back.
Probably just gotta... take a shit.
Hmm.
I get you another one, Dack?
This is what we've been working towards your whole life.
Okay? This is your shot, Dean.
It might not come again.
You heard what that guy said.
He's a racist piece of shit!
Listen, you can be who you are.
Okay?
You just don't always have to show who you are. Right?
Look, leave the costume stuff at home.
You can wear it at Christmas.
This is what you want?
This is what you want.
This is what you fucking want!
["Stand Your Ground" plays]
♪ Whatcha gonna do with your momma? ♪
♪ Whatcha gonna do with your pop? ♪
♪ Whatcha gonna do with your sister ♪
♪ When everybody tells you to stop? ♪
♪ Whatcha gonna do with your money? ♪
Dean!
Fuck, is that Tang?
Shh, shh, shh.
Fuck, yeah, man, bottoms up.
Oh, fuck, I'm feeling good, man!
What's with the frowny town, man?
Fucking Kitty is looking fucking hot tonight, man.
- Where is she? - Right fucking there, man.
[♪♪♪]
♪ Stand your ground ♪
♪ Don't mess around ♪
♪ Don't walk away ♪
♪ Don't mess around ♪
All right, Haylen High. Let's slow it down a notch.
["Heaven" by Warrant plays]
♪ Got a picture of your house ♪
I fucking missed you, Kit.
♪ And you're standing by the door ♪
I missed you too.
Hey, stay away from the punch bowl.
Gary, he put something in it.
Like, he fucked it?
No, he didn't fuck it, but she's fucked.
[chuckling]
So gross.
♪ The memories are gray ♪
♪ But, man they're really coming back ♪
♪ How I love the way you move ♪
♪ And the sparkle in your eyes♪
Kitty...
We want to just fucking...
quit hockey, quit school,
leave this fucking town tonight?
Oh, my God. Are you being serious?
You're joking, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stupid joke. Yeah.
Why would you say that?
Just fucking around.
Okay.
♪ As long as you will always be my biggest fan ♪
Okay.
♪ Heaven isn't too far away ♪
♪ Closer to it every day ♪
♪ Ah ♪
[Principal Gil] Hands!
- [blow lands] - [Gary] Oh, fuck!
Oh, Principal Gil, what the fuck?
Oh, God damn it!
♪ So hold on to the best of me ♪
♪ With some time I'm sure you'll see ♪
[Dean] Kitty was my first true love.
She was like a fuckin' sexy haystack,
but I needed to get the fuck out of Haylen.
♪ Dean ♪
I had to metal my way out of town,
because the metal part of my personality,
I fucking realized,
was like this on the fucking pie graph,
and the non-metal part of my personality
was this, a tiny little fucking diddle.
[♪♪♪]
[Dean] I wasn't running away from something.
I was running towards it...
heavy metal.
Fuckin' Murray Messier.
My destiny.
["Takin' my Chances" by Saints & Sinners plays]
♪ I didn't mean to hurt you, baby ♪
♪ But I'm not sure of what I'm feeling inside ♪
♪ I know you think I must be crazy ♪
♪ But now I'm leavin' 'cause this love is a lie ♪
♪ I said I'm sorry ♪
♪ No need to worry ♪
♪ But I got nothing to lose and everything to win ♪
♪ I'm looking for the real thing ♪
♪ Taking my chances on love ♪
♪ I'm going all the way ♪
The fuck?!
So I brought some food for if we get hungry,
and a lighter to make a fire.
What are you doing here?
I'm going with you.
We're going to meet our people.
Christ Almighty, you're as fucking crazy as I am.
But you can't come with me, Jen.
Sit here.
My bus leaves in 10 minutes. Okay?
I'm calling Dad.
Don't fuckin' move.
[Jen] Okay.
[Dean] My little sister, Jen,
showed up at the fucking bus station
like a fucking rez dog.
She had my scent, right?
I was off on the fucking hunt,
and she's like "Oh, me too, woop, woop, woop,"
fucking yapping around my fucking ankles.
But, you know, rez dogs,
like the fucking look they give you in their eyes
when they're fucking tender and all sweet,
and you're just like,
"Aw, fuck! Come on, you little scamp."
I'm at the bus station with Jen,
and you've got to come get her, and I'm going to keep going...
[Glen] Dean, what the shit are you talking about?
I'm sorry about the scholarship thing,
but, uh... just tell Dack...
you know what, fuck Dack.
Fuck, I gotta go.
You kidding me?
[quiet conversations]
Get off the fucking bus.
You're not coming to Calgary with me.
It's not fucking complicated.
I'm not getting off the bus.
Get down! Get down!
Dean, you're crushing my rib! What's the matter?
Got a bit of a fuckin' biker problem. Fuck!
[engine starting]
[driver] Closing the door.
Destination: Calgary.
Man, that guy just won't fucking go away.
It's like when your get dog shit in your hair.
[♪♪♪]
Mirna?
[faint voices]
Dean?
Rid the devil
from this crudely assembled body of Dean we have before us.
Uh... Mirna?
I thought it couldn't hurt.
Such is the Father, such is the Son,
such is the Holy Ghost.
How much did this shit cost?
$120?
120 fucking dollars?
Are you kidding me, honey?
We can't be spending money on bullshit like...
eh, eh, eh! Come here, you Bible beater.
Give me that holy water. I paid for it, didn't I?
Give you a fucking smack, you wacky prick, ya.
Oh, look at that.
Yeah, that's pure, eh?
What's wrong?
I know it's foolish. I... I'm the fool.
I just... I feel guilty,
like... like we did something wrong,
like we failed them somehow.
What? No. What? Are you kidding?
No, Mirna, you're the best mom a kid could ask for.
It's why I married you.
Look, we did everything that the government asked.
We just got a couple of bum kids, you know?
[she chuckles]
[sniffing]
Fuck the government.
[drinking]
[belching] Oh, that's good.
Yeah, that's the good stuff, eh?
Hey, you said you brought some food, right?
Mm-hmm.
Let's fucking get to it!
I'm starving.
Come on.
- [glass smashing] - Oh, fuck.
Oh, that did not sound good!
Oh, fucking smells good, though.
Ooh! Cheesy.
Come on, let's get in there.
Ah! Hey, hey, Dean!
It's fucking broken glass. No!
- I can work around it. - Get out! No!
Stop.
Fucking stupid.
Ah, tiny little shard.
Dean, check this out.
There were once 50 million buffalo
roaming the prairie.
That is pretty cool,
all that history of your people and stuff.
Like, I'm just a half-breed.
The Métis are pretty rad, Dean.
Like, they had their own language,
they were famous for, like, trapping, fiddling,
and, like, hey, they rebelled against the government.
Oh, yeah.
Rebels and diddlers, eh?
That actually fucking make sense.
[Dean] It actually took me a little while
to get into my Métis roots,
to really fucking dig into it.
Like Louis Riel is fucking cool, man.
The rebellion, 1869, all that stuff.
I mean, '69 is big for everybody,
but 1869 is a big year for us.
[♪♪♪]
You're pissed, aren't you?
Come on. It was hangman.
Whatever.
For the record, "twat" isn't a place.
It's a thing.
For the record, it's a place and a thing...
like heaven.
[motorcycles approaching]
Fuck! Get down! Get down!
Shit!
Let's go! Let's go! Come on, let's go!
Fuck!
This is not a good idea!
Get in the driver's seat, you fucking pussy! Come on!
[Jen laughs]
So many fuckin' toggles.
Should we do this?
Fuck, yeah!
Whoo!
[♪♪♪]
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ All right ♪
[Dean] Things were finally going my way.
I was headed to see fucking Dokken,
and I just stole 32 suitcases full of mostly clean underwear.
♪ Hit the road ♪
Driving the old coach is actually pretty deadly, man.
Like, listen to that fuckin'...
[grinding gears]
Driving this big-ass tin can around.
Like, really, it's pretty cool.
Uh, 6-1-6, report your destination?
Dean, that's fucking us.
[siren wailing]
What the fuck?! Gun it!
["Dragon's Lair" plays]
[sirens wailing]
- Fuck you, coppers! - Shit!
Dean, Dean, they're right there.
- Should I stop? - Fuck!
Head for the trees!
We'll jump! We'll lose them in the forest.
I'm going to open this fucking door,
and we fucking give 'er!
[grunting]
One, two...
Aah!
♪ Your pleas fill the skies ♪
Jen!
♪ You've got the size ♪
♪ I've got the power ♪
Get off the bus.
Get off the fucking bus!
♪ I've got the power ♪
Where's your boyfriend?
[Jen] Fuck you.
Aw, fuck.
What she did that day...
it's the fucking most metal thing ever.
Changed my fucking life.
[sirens wailing]
[Dean] ♪ Think of me when I'm gone ♪
♪ Diddle yourself when you hear this song ♪
♪ So hold on to the best of me♪
♪ With some time I'm sure you'll see ♪
♪ That you're better off being free ♪
♪ Being free of Dean ♪
♪ Being free... ♪
♪ Of Dean ♪
[♪♪♪]
Hands up! Check around back!
[♪♪♪]
♪ If you pass through raging waters ♪
♪ In the sea ♪
♪ You shall not drown ♪
♪ If you walk amid the burning flames ♪
♪ You shall not be harmed ♪
♪ If you stand before the power of Hell ♪
♪ And death is at your side ♪
♪ Know that I... ♪
Hey, hey, hey. What the fuck, buddy?
♪ ...with you through it all ♪
Asshole.
♪ Be not afraid ♪
Fuck this chain.
♪ I go before you always ♪
[groaning]
[laughing]
♪ And I will give you rest ♪
Aah!
[laughing]
[groaning]
[panting]
[Dean] And it was on that day
that the boy who looked like a man
finally became a man.
Whoo!
[laughing]
[♪♪♪]
I just want to make sure we get good seats.
Come on in, ladies.
Hey, man, I'm ready to do some rokken with Dokken!
Hee hee hoo!
ID?
Oh, fucking crazy fuckin' story.
I was fucking on this bus, and I fucking flew out,
and I, like, lost all my shit, and my wallet,
but I got my fucking ticket, man!
Get out of here, you fuckin' skid.
Get the fuck out of here.
Hey!
I don't think so.
Hey, hey, hey!
Fuck you, man.
Hey, kid. Got a light?
Sick flame, dude. Thank you.
You're Jeff Pilson, bass player for Dokken!
No way!
Yeah.
You're underage.
No, I'm not.
Yeah, and I'm not an alcoholic.
Hey, I got a fucking ticket, man!
The fucking bouncer out front, he was just...
I'm lost behind the wall, man.
Okay, tell you what, kid.
You promise not to drink, and I'll let you in,
but you've gotta buy some merch.
Let's go.
[knocking]
Hey, man. He is with me.
He's cool. He's cool.
Here's my ticket.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, where's the stage at, man?
That way.
Whoo! Whoo!
Fuckin' rokken with Dokken!
Stage that way, buddy?
[Dean] So there I was at my dead dad's metal concert,
wearing his jacket,
wondering which one of these babes is my mom.
I just kept thinking... this is fuckin' deadly.
They were chanting Dokken! Dokken!
but I swear I heard them say Deaner! Deaner!
[crowd chanting]
The sound of metal,
it was fucking calling to me.
♪ Aah! ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Aah! ♪
Your night just got worse, snitch.
What the fuck are you doing here?
You know what I've done to rats?
There a problem here?
This ain't your business, Chief.
Step aside.
[blow landing]
Aah!
[groaning]
You okay, my man?
Yeah.
Thanks for stepping in.
How did you do that?
Vyay otay tayhkay.
What does that mean?
It means "old way" in Michif.
It's a rough road out there.
We gotta stick together.
Métis power, my man.
How did you know?
We always know.
Aah! The patch!
Aah, the fucking patch!
- My man, I'm Deaner! - Hey, I'm Casey!
Hey, fuckin' rights, man!
Fuckin' Dokken!
[laughing]
Whoo!
Fuckin' Dokken!
Yaah! Whoo!
Whoo!
I'm going to go to the front, man! Yeah!
[Dokken] Breakin' the Chains!
[band starts to play]
Dokken, Dokken, Dokken!
Whoo-hoo!
[♪♪♪]
Yeah!
♪ You sit there thinkin' ♪
♪ In your room ♪
♪ You feel the pressure ♪
♪ You're goin' crazy too ♪
♪ The walls around are ♪
♪ Closin' in ♪
♪ You need a change ♪
♪ Claustrophobic ♪
♪ Feelin' scared ♪
♪ You need somebody ♪
♪ But no one seems to care ♪
♪ A one-way ticket ♪
♪ A change of pace ♪
♪ You've had enough ♪
♪ You can't take no more ♪
[pyrotechnics]
♪ Breaking the chains around you ♪
♪ Nobody else can bind you ♪
♪ Take a good look around you ♪
♪ Now you're breaking the chains ♪
♪ Breaking the chains around you ♪
♪ Nobody else can bind you ♪
♪ Take a good look around you ♪
[Dean] I wish that after that night,
I could say that I got discovered,
dug into my Métis roots,
but that's not really how she fucking went down.
[♪♪♪]
Absolutely unbelievable to have Dean "Deaner" Murdoch
in the house. Deaner!
How you doing, man? Good to have you, bro!
[Dean] I mean, for a while there,
I was actually kind of fucking famous,
but it was basically for being a broke fucking party animal,
which is great,
but that's not really a fucking career...
not unless you're Australian.
As they say in France, boner appétit.
[Dean] Don't get me wrong, I fucking tried.
Over the years, I gave 'er in tons of bands...
Risk of Electric Shark,
Jon Karry Suede Band,
Tight Country,
all kinds of shit.
[booing]
But fame
and actually making a fucking dollar out of music
proved pretty fucking challenging.
I realized that I was living like a caged animal.
You know, I had to break the mold
of the Deaner that everybody expected.
So I asked myself, "Who's the real fucking Deaner"
And it was right then,
30 years after my dead dad crashed in
and changed my life forever,
I had a revelation...
one that would make me a millionaire.
I remembered that I was Métis, a deadly mix of old and new.
I took the fucking Métis fiddle
and I mixed it with the Warlock bass,
and I made fuckin' magic.
[interviewer] What kind of music was it?
Imagine like a thousand angels in one ear
and a thousand devils in the other,
and they're both just singing the most deadly fucking music,
and it's like "Waah!" "Ehhh!"
It's a lot of sounds, um, very...
- Experimental. - Yeah.
- Exploratory. - Yeah.
Um, "noise," I think, would be the best word for it.
[turning music on]
[bowed bass playing]
It takes a minute for it to kick in, but...
[bowed bass playing]
[band joins in]
Oh, yeah.
I'll just fuckin' play it for ya.
Turns out some Japanese band was like,
oh, this is fucking deadly.
They put it on their album.
Their album does numbers,
and all of a sudden, Deaner's fucking loaded.
Three million albums, they fuckin' sold.
[Dean] It's kinda funny, though, eh?
None of this would have ever happened
if it wasn't for my metalhead dad.
That fucking guy.
I never did learn much about him,
but remember that biker dude?
Turns out he's my old man's cousin.
Small fucking world.
I got sent to jail in '89,
hung out with these other Indians.
An Elder in there believed in me.
Never would have met that guy if it wasn't for Dean Murdoch.
I mean, shit, look at Dean, huh?
Turned everything around.
[Dean] I ain't the only one who's kickin' fucking ass.
Let's show some hustle.
[Dean] Glen stopped drinking.
Yeah, he quit his job at the steel mill,
and now he's a pro coach in the BJHL.
He and Mirna are still givin' 'er.
Crank 'er up!
[Dean] May gave Jen her sweet bass,
and she started a band called JenaRation X,
and she done way better than any of my bands,
which is cool...
and also kinda fucking annoyin.
As for Kitty, well, she's doing pretty good too.
She started a used liquor and clothing store
back in Haylen
called Denim & Venom,
and now they got locations in every major city.
Fucking deadly.
I guess I always knew that he would make it,
and I'm really happy for him,
but what he does with his money, my God, it is...
- Questionable. - Questionable.
To say the least.
[Dean] This is the star of the show,
an actual shard of the sword of Excalibur,
the one from the fucking lake.
Encourage you to take a look over this way.
We got Cujo's tooth.
Eddie Van Halen's hair follicles.
I was going to make it into a bracelet,
but that's cultural appropriation,
and Rob Halford's codpiece.
You can still kind of see
the sweat stains along the outside here.
17 grand...
450,000...
1.2 mill...
I'm not good at math,
but that's in the $5 million range...
Just this side of my house.
[skateboard approaching]
[interviewer] Uh, who is that?
Oh, it's my roommate.
Fucking mansions are expensive these days.
So, Dean, that's your story.
Anything you want to add?
You're never too old to start fucking givin' 'er.
Oww!
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ If you don't like what you gt why don't you change it? ♪
♪ If your world is all screwed up ♪
♪ Rearrange it ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ If you don't like what you se why don't you fight it? ♪
♪ If you know there's something wrong ♪
♪ Why don't you right it? ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ In the end, it comes down to your thinking ♪
♪ And there's really nobody to blame ♪
♪ When it feels like your ship is sinking ♪
♪ And you're too tired to play the game ♪
♪ Nobody's going to help you ♪
♪ You've just got to stand up alone ♪
♪ And dig in your heels ♪
♪ And see how it feels ♪
♪ To raise a little hell of your own ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ If you don't like what you gt why don't you change it? ♪
♪ If your world is all screwed up ♪
♪ Rearrange it ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell ♪
♪ Raise a little hell Raise a little hell ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ I remember when we first met♪
♪ I was smoking a fuckin' cigarette ♪
♪ I burned you good with the ash ♪
♪ It was an accident but you kicked my ass ♪
♪ From that day on we hung out every day ♪
♪ I never met a girl who could fuckin' give 'er that way ♪
♪ We were gonna spend our lives together ♪
♪ But sometimes love She ain't for fucking ever ♪
♪ So hold on to the best of me♪
♪ With some time I'm sure you'll see ♪
♪ That you're better off being free ♪
♪ Being free of Dean ♪
♪ School was such a fuckin' annoying place ♪
♪ The only part I liked was suckin' face ♪
♪ I'm sorry I had to leave so soon ♪
♪ You were the hottest fuckin' girl in every room ♪
♪ You were the first to show me the ways of love ♪
♪ And you know exactly what I'm talking of ♪
♪ Think of me when I'm gone ♪
♪ Diddle yourself when you hear this song ♪
♪ So hold on to the best of me♪
♪ With some time I'm sure you'll see ♪
♪ That you're better off fucking being free of Dean ♪
♪ Being free of Dean ♪
♪ Being free... of fuckin' Dean ♪
♪ No fuckin' Dean ♪
♪ Free yourself of Dean ♪
♪ Remember fuckin' Dean ♪
♪ Fucking, fucking, fucking fucking, fucking Dean ♪
♪ Ooh, you fucked Dean ♪
♪ Aah ♪