Alpha, a troubled 13-year-old lives with her single mom. Their world collapses the day she returns from school with a tattoo on her arm.

The richest woman in the world: her beauty, her intelligence, her power. A photographer: his ambition, his audacity, his madness. A love at first sight that sweeps them away. A mistrustful heiress fighting to be loved. A watchful butler who knows more than he lets on. Family secrets. Astronomical donations. A war where anything goes.

Best friends Tracy and Martina have never been farther than Nova Scotia, but when they hear promises of big opportunities “out west,” the pair pack their clothes into garbage bags and hop a flight to Alberta. What starts as a dream trip quickly unravels: internal tensions, surprise expenses, and cousins who are nowhere to be found. With their return tickets unbooked and Martina’s credit card maxed, the girls are stranded, broke, and desperate. They thought they’d make enough money opening for the band Slowcoaster at their three stops in Fort McMurray, Edmonton, and Calgary, but budgeting has never been their strength. Things go from bad to worse when old small-town tensions between the girls bubble to the surface. Through it all, Tracy and Martina discover that making ‘Berta Money isn’t as easy as they thought, but sticking together and relying on East Coast hospitality just might be their ticket back to Cape Breton.

On the streets of London, Mike is hustling to get by. Roadside evangelizers won’t let him sleep in peace, his slippery friend won’t pay up the money he stole, and before long, he finds himself in trouble with the law. As he struggles to reintegrate into society, shuffling between gigs as a line cook and a trash collector, he must balance a newfound sense of community with his own itch for self-destruction. Slyly funny and imbued with a warm humanity, Harris Dickinson’s thrilling directorial debut follows Mike, played with tragic charm and a visceral magnetism by Cannes prize-winner Frank Dillane, in a propulsive portrait of life on the margins that offers a raw, anarchic snapshot of a slow tumble into oblivion.