Chloe and Theo

I want to tell you about a man

I once knew.

He lived in a land so beautiful

and white and silent,

that if you scraped

a harpoon on the ice,

you could hear it for miles and miles.

We give thanks...

for what the Earth provides.

My people, the Inuit

have lived here for thousands of years.

But the land my forefathers knew

is disappearing.

We can see the changes happening

before our very eyes.

We have something to discuss...

When you were a boy

you were taken from us.

Even though you were schooled

by the southerners...

we still loved you.

But now, knowing their ways

will help you...

for what lies ahead.

They told him of a dream

passed down by the Elders.

It would change his life and mine.

...and then the Sun grew angry.

It came down from the heavens

and it kissed the earth...

and with that fatal kiss,

all things were ended.

Now the ice is retreating.

The dream is coming to pass.

It is much to ask...

but there is no one else

who speaks their tongue.

You must go South.

This is all that we could raise.

These are tickets for air travel also.

Do this thing, for our sake

if not theirs.

Tell their Elders of the dream

so they understand that they must stop.

If they do not

we are finished.

He lived his whole life

under a big open sky,

hunting and fishing in the wilderness.

But he found himself

in an unknown world.

So he left his homeland

at the top of the Earth

and he came to the South...

where the rest of us live.

Where is the silence?

All these people.

All this noise.

It's getting closer and closer,

and I am getting smaller and smaller.

I must see the sky above me...

in order to feel the ground beneath me.

But here, with all this...

it is difficult to feel anything.

My parents call me Catherine,

but on the streets, I go by Chloe.

And for me, that morning

was just like any other.

Except...

for one thing.

A freakin' Eskimo?

Thank you.

Yo... my man.

- Hello!

- You lost?

Lost, can't find your way home?

Do you speak English?

Speak English? Good.

Right, what we're going to do is...

We're going to take you to wherever

you got to go, you feel me?

I need to speak to your Elders.

You want to speak to my momma?

I have an important message.

But listen here, so you could talk

to my moms, right... that's cool...

but you got to pay me, alright?

Dinero... money.

You understand that? Yes? Good.

But you don't understand.

No, homey, you see... see baby,

you don't understand.

I understand, I understand

you're getting robbed, man.

- Now give me your freakin' money.

- Yo, Mike! What'd I tell you, man?

You all right?

What are you doing?

Can't you see he's a friggin' bum?

No, 'cause he... he was just

looking like a flippin' tourist.

- He was like this, looking up at the sky.

- What's so good about looking down anyway?

Would a tourist be dressed

like a friggin' Eskimo?

No, he would not. Now why don't you go on

and find a yo-yo with some real dough.

- Go on!

- Dude...

Get out! Go on!

You all right?

- You okay?

- Yes.

Thanks to her. Yes, I think so.

And that's when she agreed

to be my guide.

For a small payment, she said

she would lead me to the Elders.

I got to start Miming.

In here are all the old people

you'll ever want to meet.

- These are your Elders?

- Not mine.

But they'll do

for your age fetish, I think.

Here's what we'll do,

I'll create a distraction.

I don't understand.

And you run in and talk

to all the elders you want.

They look like prisoners.

Now, pay attention,

once I've taken out the first one,

I'll signal to you to "Go, go, go!"

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