Acting Good (2022) s02e04 Episode Script
L'il Tonys in the Mist
1
Roger: Well, Grouse Lake,
it's debate day.
Do we stick with Chief Deedee
or shake things up
and choose Councillor Jo?
Can't decide?
The candidates' debate
takes place this afternoon,
hosted by yours truly.
(imitating Roger)
In the meantime,
here's Harold Meesh
and the Bushy Ones
with "Short and Curly Blues."
(in normal voice) So?
Did I sound like you or what?
You sound nothing like me.
Now, get out of my seat.
♪ Yes, I can love you, baby ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Lips:
If elected chief,
what will you do in the event of
a meteor strike?
Lips, they're not going to ask
about no damn meteor strike
at the debate.
You need to be ready, Jo.
Let's discuss
the voting strategies.
The Grouse Lake family tree.
Families in Grouse Lake
vote together.
You have enough
to get 40% of the vote.
Families love me.
- Deedee has the same.
- Stupid families.
But look here.
The McKay family vote
is up for grabs
since Cousin Leon left.
That'll push you over the top.
So, you're saying I got to kiss
Beanpole's hairy arse?
Not just Beanpole's hairy arse,
but Gramps and Sterling, too.
Ugh. So much hairy arse.
But if you get all three,
they'll spread the word,
and you're in.
Lips, get the lip balm.
We got some hairy arse to kiss.
It still smells like salami
in here.
I actually like that part.
He really treated those lice
like they were his babies.
Yeah. Yuck.
You know what's scary, though?
A kookum
with only one grandchild.
I want to get back with Rose,
too.
But she's with
Stephen Harper now.
- Do you love her?
- Of course.
Well, then,
you need to get tradish.
When I was your age,
a guy walked by your house
over and over
until you noticed them.
Then what?
Then, a woman would go outside
and flirt with him,
or her father would
chase them away with a shovel.
It's the old rez walk-by, Paul.
It's a classic move
that stands the test of time.
That sounds like stalking.
And the more confident
you walk by,
the more pregnant she gets.
Mom!
I got a movie for you, bro.
Dean! You scared me.
I actually don't need a movie.
I'm just here for popcorn.
Who eats popcorn without movies?
Oh, it's for my good friend,
Peter Popcorn.
Peter Popcorn?
He moved away years ago.
Where did you get your movie,
Lips?
Come on, man. Don't make me say.
Give it to me straight, Lips.
I got it from L'il Tony.
- Son of a bits!
- I'm sorry.
I came by the bus
and you weren't there.
This fok'n job.
And L'il Tony's guys
brings the movies right to you.
I'm not going to lie, Lips.
That stings more than
the last time
you got a movie from L'il Tony.
Leave me alone.
I got to feed my feelings.
(gavel pounding)
The rules are simple.
Candidates are asked
a hard-hitting question.
They wow us with their answer.
Let's begin.
We're in a climate crisis.
The elders say
the land is changing.
Chief Deedee, how would you
handle a meteor strike?
Jo:
Ever stupid, that question.
Good question.
And I would like to answer
with a song
that I just wrote exclusively
for the McKay Family.
♪ Sweet Sinclair,
you're the greatest family ♪
♪ I swear, Sweet Sinclair ♪
You sang that to the Sinclairs
in the last election.
(murmuring)
Did I?
Settle down.
Councillor Jo, what would you do
in the event of a meteor strike?
Seriously?
Okay, fine.
A meteor blast
would kill billions.
Everyone else would die
in a hellish wasteland.
Holy land before time.
Should've just reused
a shitty song.
Meh.
Roger:
Behold the Grouse Lake male.
This may look like
a casual stroll,
but it's actually
an elaborate mating ritual.
The old rez walk-by.
The Grouse Lake male
shows his interest in the female
by slowly walking
back and forth.
It's a delicate dance of
seduction as old as time itself.
But wait.
A lesser male approaches.
The Grouse Lake male
has asserted his dominance,
protecting the target
of his affections.
Dean. Oh, Dean.
I was just looking for you.
Uh, no way, man.
I was looking for you.
I got to get out of here.
You just had two days off
for the weekend, Dean.
I told you when I started,
I ain't no corporate sellout,
button-down, corn-fed, uptight,
button-pushing
marshmallow motherfucker.
I'm the movie man.
You still do that? Huh.
Well, listen. I have been
crunching the numbers,
and your idea to
sell single wieners--
Just say "loosies," bro.
Loosies? I don't like it.
Listen. That has been
an absolute windfall
for the store.
Do I get a cut?
No, but thanks to you,
the Grouse Lake North Store
is the leader in sales
for the quarter.
Man, that means nothing to me.
Well, it means a lot
to the people upstairs. Dean?
Listen. I can't let you quit.
Man, I just need
a little time off.
Okay. Ah.
Let's call it a sabbatical.
Nah, man.
I just need a break from
my regular routine, you know?
With pay.
That's literally a sabbatical,
Dean.
Whatever. It's time
the movie man met his match.
(gasping)
Really wish you wouldn't
do that.
It's the fifth vest
I've had to burn this week.
Rose, come check this out.
- I'm busy.
- Quickly.
There's a horse outside
that looks just like Comanche.
Okay.
Don't be mad, but it's Paul.
Stephen Harper.
He's doing the walk-by.
Like, the walk-by?
Yeah.
So simple. So effective.
A true classic.
Oh, Paul.
No. I mustn't.
You must.
My mum met my dad the same way.
Go to him.
(door opening and closing)
You got this, hon.
Let nature take its course.
Dean:
Lips!
You owe me, man.
Give me everything you got
on L'il Tony.
I don't have much, Dean.
He went underground.
He's a ghost.
But you got something.
These are the only known photos.
I told you. A ghost.
Is this it?
Some candy wrappers,
a few marbles, a shoelace.
It's all we got.
So, how do I find him?
I used echolocation, and I got
back some interesting pings.
What the hell is that?
It's where I yell "echo"
out into the bush,
and the sound waves
travel back to me
and tell me what's out there.
So, what did they tell you?
My best guess?
He's somewhere around here.
Dean?
Dean? Where'd you go?
Echo!
Rose:
Hey, Paul.
I couldn't help but notice
you walking by, over and over.
And I know you hate walking.
Do I? Huh.
I guess for you,
I'd walk by anytime.
Speaking of walking,
I'm just stepping out.
So, my house is all yours.
Shut up, Stephen Harper.
Hmm. Let's go to my house.
I just got rid of all the lice.
Do you want to change first?
What's wrong with
what I'm wearing?
I mean, those are your sad
breakup clothes.
What?
Those are good for
Stephen Harper,
but I literally just walked
all the way over here.
And you can walk
all the way back.
Damn it, Paul!
Sterling, my old pal.
My big old jacked buddy.
(laughing)
Hey, Jo. I was just getting
my cardio in before I pump iron.
Oh, yeah?
I'm going to bench
my face off, bro.
Notice my gains?
I have noticed your gains.
And I've also noticed your legs.
That's weird.
People have been saying
you look like a chimp
with seagull legs.
- For real?
- Yeah.
But I told those people,
"No way."
But now that I'm close
What?
you look like
you could use a leg press.
You know?
Balance everything out.
Sick. You'd do that for me?
Yeah.
Don't even mention it.
On that vote,
I better get going.
"Note." Not "vote."
Oh, too embarrassing.
Well, you got my vote.
You don't even have to do that.
But do it.
(engine revving)
(knocking on window)
Paul, I come to you
at great risk.
What do you want,
Stephen Harper?
Shh. Rose mustn't see me here.
Is that why you're dressed up
like Lord of the Rings or what?
Let me help you with Rose.
Think about it.
You, me, teaming up to take
the love of our life.
You want to help me help you
win my girlfriend back from you?
Precisely.
Let me in so we may plot.
No. I like you better out there.
If we're going to win Rose back,
we need to break you guys up.
Excellent.
Give me all the dirt
you have on yourself.
I got a good one.
Once, when I was nine,
I took some gummy bears
from the store.
And get this.
I didn't pay for them.
Fuck you, Stephen Harper.
Gramps, are you busy?
I know why you're here.
You want to be chief.
Well, yeah, but I was think--
I want pickerel once a week.
Done. But am I supposed to
catch it, or--
Damn kids can't play
that devil music loud.
I don't know why anyone
doesn't write songs
about shooting men
in the cold blood anymore.
- Man. That was music.
- Okay.
And there's too many torn jeans
out there.
Can't mums sew anymore?
Okay. I'll see what I can do
about it.
You know, you're
the only candidate that has
stuck around to hear me griping.
Does this mean I have your vote?
Oh, wow. Not yet.
This is just my shortlist.
Oh.
You know
what really burns my ass?
Birds!
They're always flying around.
Where they going?
Easy, bros and broettes.
Drop your weapons.
You first.
Looks like we got ourselves
an old-fashioned
elastic band standoff.
I just came here to talk.
Just came here to talk, eh?
All right, all right.
Just take me to L'il Tony, okay?
Rose:
Stephen Harper,
why is the toilet seat up?
Because I left it up.
So, you're standing up
to pee now?
What's going on?
I'm putting my foot down.
On the ground.
What are you talking about?
Because I'm a man,
and a man needs to lay down
the law.
Oh-ho-ho-ho! This is it.
She's fok'n cheesed.
Role play, eh?
Oh, hey, Beanpole.
What do you want, Jo?
I've been thinking.
We need to put
our differences aside.
You just want my vote.
Fine. I do want your vote.
Then maybe you can get
a fucking time machine
and go back to Grade 6
and un-wedgie me.
- I just wanted--
- You want my vote?
You need to earn my respect.
Let's fok'n do it, then.
You, me.
Remote control car race
in front of everyone.
That's it? Fine.
But when I win, I get your vote.
Let's do this.
You know I've never lost
a race before?
Well, get ready to have your ass
handed to you.
- Oof.
- Not even.
Moo breath.
Whoa.
Boy: I once saw a weasel
try to stick its head
into an empty pop bottle.
What?
That's my dream.
That's my nightmare.
A weasel
trying to stick its head
inside an empty pop bottle.
What the fuck are
you saying, man?
I know who you are
and I know why you're here.
Dean:
L'il Tony?
You're a lot littler
than I thought.
When I heard you left your post
to work at the North Store,
it was I
who became the movie man.
While you were selling hoagies,
I became king.
But do you know what it's like
to be putting movies on USBs
all day, all night?
I do know what it's like.
I was a young movie man.
You ever heard of VHS?
My spirit grows tired, Dean.
I knew you'd come here today.
I want this to end.
I know what I must do.
What now?
You do what kids do. Play games.
- You're it.
- Tag.
What am I supposed to do?
You're it, bro. Go get him.
♪
(glass squeaking)
Oh, me.
The windows are getting
real steamy in there.
She must be doing
a lot of yelling.
What the hell took so long?
What, you guys doing a puzzle
in there or something?
This plan isn't working.
- Yeah. No shit.
- What do we do now?
On your phone, in your contacts,
change my name to Sexy Lady.
And then leave it somewhere
where Rose will find it.
Done.
(exhaling sharply)
Rose, I'm just going to be
in the bathroom, cleaning.
Okay. Not too long.
I need to lay down the law
again.
(phone chiming)
What the fuck?
All day long.
Oh, hey, Mrs. Tress.
Rose!
This was Stephen Harper's idea.
What's going on? Did it work?
I knew you'd be helping Paul.
Both of you, out of here, now.
But--
- But this is my house.
- Fuck!
It's the big showdown
between Jo Bittern
and Beanpole McKay.
If Beanpole loses,
and that's a big if,
the McKay family will vote
for Jo in the election.
If Jo loses, she will suffer
great, great,
great public humiliation.
It's a great day
for RC car racing!
(everyone cheering)
On your mark. Get set. Go!
Jo wins!
(cheering and applause)
Thank you.
Miigwech.
Feels shitty saying this,
but the McKay family
will vote for you, Jo.
Thanks, Mavis.
But you can call me a chief.
What's wrong, bro?
How am I supposed to go home
after all I've done,
after all I've seen?
I was a god, Dean. A god.
Holy. Chill out, bro.
You're the movie man now.
Rose, I'm sorry.
I'm way more sorry
than Stephen Harper.
- Just take me back.
- Rose, look at him. He's sorry.
When I thought you were
cheating, I was furious.
Yeah. Stay furious.
But I was also scared.
Scared I'd lost you forever
to some sexy lady.
But I was the sexy lady.
Stephen Harper,
will you marry me?
Yes, yes. Yes, I will marry you.
Hmm.
(indistinct chattering)
Grouse Lake,
your new chief is
Jo Bittern.
(cheering and applause)
Guess this means
you'll get revenge
on all your political enemies.
Nah.
Onlookers:
Speech. Speech. Speech!
I only ever wanted
to help my people.
I love Grouse Lake,
and I'm so proud
to be your chief.
Miigwech.
(cheering and applause)
I guess a little revenge
is okay.
Yeah.
Rose:
Hey, chief.
Your first order of business
is to catch up on a few things
that Deedee never got around to.
Sounds simple enough.
(chuckling)
Right this way, boys.
Oh. Uh--
Fuck.
♪ Somebody save me
I know I'm going down ♪
♪ Can't help it, baby
and I don't want to now ♪
♪ I got it bad, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ But it feels so good, no ♪
♪ Somebody stop me ♪
♪ Just take my rights away ♪
♪ And when you look this good ♪
♪ Get on my knees and pray ♪
♪ I got it bad, ooh ♪
Roger: Well, Grouse Lake,
it's debate day.
Do we stick with Chief Deedee
or shake things up
and choose Councillor Jo?
Can't decide?
The candidates' debate
takes place this afternoon,
hosted by yours truly.
(imitating Roger)
In the meantime,
here's Harold Meesh
and the Bushy Ones
with "Short and Curly Blues."
(in normal voice) So?
Did I sound like you or what?
You sound nothing like me.
Now, get out of my seat.
♪ Yes, I can love you, baby ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Lips:
If elected chief,
what will you do in the event of
a meteor strike?
Lips, they're not going to ask
about no damn meteor strike
at the debate.
You need to be ready, Jo.
Let's discuss
the voting strategies.
The Grouse Lake family tree.
Families in Grouse Lake
vote together.
You have enough
to get 40% of the vote.
Families love me.
- Deedee has the same.
- Stupid families.
But look here.
The McKay family vote
is up for grabs
since Cousin Leon left.
That'll push you over the top.
So, you're saying I got to kiss
Beanpole's hairy arse?
Not just Beanpole's hairy arse,
but Gramps and Sterling, too.
Ugh. So much hairy arse.
But if you get all three,
they'll spread the word,
and you're in.
Lips, get the lip balm.
We got some hairy arse to kiss.
It still smells like salami
in here.
I actually like that part.
He really treated those lice
like they were his babies.
Yeah. Yuck.
You know what's scary, though?
A kookum
with only one grandchild.
I want to get back with Rose,
too.
But she's with
Stephen Harper now.
- Do you love her?
- Of course.
Well, then,
you need to get tradish.
When I was your age,
a guy walked by your house
over and over
until you noticed them.
Then what?
Then, a woman would go outside
and flirt with him,
or her father would
chase them away with a shovel.
It's the old rez walk-by, Paul.
It's a classic move
that stands the test of time.
That sounds like stalking.
And the more confident
you walk by,
the more pregnant she gets.
Mom!
I got a movie for you, bro.
Dean! You scared me.
I actually don't need a movie.
I'm just here for popcorn.
Who eats popcorn without movies?
Oh, it's for my good friend,
Peter Popcorn.
Peter Popcorn?
He moved away years ago.
Where did you get your movie,
Lips?
Come on, man. Don't make me say.
Give it to me straight, Lips.
I got it from L'il Tony.
- Son of a bits!
- I'm sorry.
I came by the bus
and you weren't there.
This fok'n job.
And L'il Tony's guys
brings the movies right to you.
I'm not going to lie, Lips.
That stings more than
the last time
you got a movie from L'il Tony.
Leave me alone.
I got to feed my feelings.
(gavel pounding)
The rules are simple.
Candidates are asked
a hard-hitting question.
They wow us with their answer.
Let's begin.
We're in a climate crisis.
The elders say
the land is changing.
Chief Deedee, how would you
handle a meteor strike?
Jo:
Ever stupid, that question.
Good question.
And I would like to answer
with a song
that I just wrote exclusively
for the McKay Family.
♪ Sweet Sinclair,
you're the greatest family ♪
♪ I swear, Sweet Sinclair ♪
You sang that to the Sinclairs
in the last election.
(murmuring)
Did I?
Settle down.
Councillor Jo, what would you do
in the event of a meteor strike?
Seriously?
Okay, fine.
A meteor blast
would kill billions.
Everyone else would die
in a hellish wasteland.
Holy land before time.
Should've just reused
a shitty song.
Meh.
Roger:
Behold the Grouse Lake male.
This may look like
a casual stroll,
but it's actually
an elaborate mating ritual.
The old rez walk-by.
The Grouse Lake male
shows his interest in the female
by slowly walking
back and forth.
It's a delicate dance of
seduction as old as time itself.
But wait.
A lesser male approaches.
The Grouse Lake male
has asserted his dominance,
protecting the target
of his affections.
Dean. Oh, Dean.
I was just looking for you.
Uh, no way, man.
I was looking for you.
I got to get out of here.
You just had two days off
for the weekend, Dean.
I told you when I started,
I ain't no corporate sellout,
button-down, corn-fed, uptight,
button-pushing
marshmallow motherfucker.
I'm the movie man.
You still do that? Huh.
Well, listen. I have been
crunching the numbers,
and your idea to
sell single wieners--
Just say "loosies," bro.
Loosies? I don't like it.
Listen. That has been
an absolute windfall
for the store.
Do I get a cut?
No, but thanks to you,
the Grouse Lake North Store
is the leader in sales
for the quarter.
Man, that means nothing to me.
Well, it means a lot
to the people upstairs. Dean?
Listen. I can't let you quit.
Man, I just need
a little time off.
Okay. Ah.
Let's call it a sabbatical.
Nah, man.
I just need a break from
my regular routine, you know?
With pay.
That's literally a sabbatical,
Dean.
Whatever. It's time
the movie man met his match.
(gasping)
Really wish you wouldn't
do that.
It's the fifth vest
I've had to burn this week.
Rose, come check this out.
- I'm busy.
- Quickly.
There's a horse outside
that looks just like Comanche.
Okay.
Don't be mad, but it's Paul.
Stephen Harper.
He's doing the walk-by.
Like, the walk-by?
Yeah.
So simple. So effective.
A true classic.
Oh, Paul.
No. I mustn't.
You must.
My mum met my dad the same way.
Go to him.
(door opening and closing)
You got this, hon.
Let nature take its course.
Dean:
Lips!
You owe me, man.
Give me everything you got
on L'il Tony.
I don't have much, Dean.
He went underground.
He's a ghost.
But you got something.
These are the only known photos.
I told you. A ghost.
Is this it?
Some candy wrappers,
a few marbles, a shoelace.
It's all we got.
So, how do I find him?
I used echolocation, and I got
back some interesting pings.
What the hell is that?
It's where I yell "echo"
out into the bush,
and the sound waves
travel back to me
and tell me what's out there.
So, what did they tell you?
My best guess?
He's somewhere around here.
Dean?
Dean? Where'd you go?
Echo!
Rose:
Hey, Paul.
I couldn't help but notice
you walking by, over and over.
And I know you hate walking.
Do I? Huh.
I guess for you,
I'd walk by anytime.
Speaking of walking,
I'm just stepping out.
So, my house is all yours.
Shut up, Stephen Harper.
Hmm. Let's go to my house.
I just got rid of all the lice.
Do you want to change first?
What's wrong with
what I'm wearing?
I mean, those are your sad
breakup clothes.
What?
Those are good for
Stephen Harper,
but I literally just walked
all the way over here.
And you can walk
all the way back.
Damn it, Paul!
Sterling, my old pal.
My big old jacked buddy.
(laughing)
Hey, Jo. I was just getting
my cardio in before I pump iron.
Oh, yeah?
I'm going to bench
my face off, bro.
Notice my gains?
I have noticed your gains.
And I've also noticed your legs.
That's weird.
People have been saying
you look like a chimp
with seagull legs.
- For real?
- Yeah.
But I told those people,
"No way."
But now that I'm close
What?
you look like
you could use a leg press.
You know?
Balance everything out.
Sick. You'd do that for me?
Yeah.
Don't even mention it.
On that vote,
I better get going.
"Note." Not "vote."
Oh, too embarrassing.
Well, you got my vote.
You don't even have to do that.
But do it.
(engine revving)
(knocking on window)
Paul, I come to you
at great risk.
What do you want,
Stephen Harper?
Shh. Rose mustn't see me here.
Is that why you're dressed up
like Lord of the Rings or what?
Let me help you with Rose.
Think about it.
You, me, teaming up to take
the love of our life.
You want to help me help you
win my girlfriend back from you?
Precisely.
Let me in so we may plot.
No. I like you better out there.
If we're going to win Rose back,
we need to break you guys up.
Excellent.
Give me all the dirt
you have on yourself.
I got a good one.
Once, when I was nine,
I took some gummy bears
from the store.
And get this.
I didn't pay for them.
Fuck you, Stephen Harper.
Gramps, are you busy?
I know why you're here.
You want to be chief.
Well, yeah, but I was think--
I want pickerel once a week.
Done. But am I supposed to
catch it, or--
Damn kids can't play
that devil music loud.
I don't know why anyone
doesn't write songs
about shooting men
in the cold blood anymore.
- Man. That was music.
- Okay.
And there's too many torn jeans
out there.
Can't mums sew anymore?
Okay. I'll see what I can do
about it.
You know, you're
the only candidate that has
stuck around to hear me griping.
Does this mean I have your vote?
Oh, wow. Not yet.
This is just my shortlist.
Oh.
You know
what really burns my ass?
Birds!
They're always flying around.
Where they going?
Easy, bros and broettes.
Drop your weapons.
You first.
Looks like we got ourselves
an old-fashioned
elastic band standoff.
I just came here to talk.
Just came here to talk, eh?
All right, all right.
Just take me to L'il Tony, okay?
Rose:
Stephen Harper,
why is the toilet seat up?
Because I left it up.
So, you're standing up
to pee now?
What's going on?
I'm putting my foot down.
On the ground.
What are you talking about?
Because I'm a man,
and a man needs to lay down
the law.
Oh-ho-ho-ho! This is it.
She's fok'n cheesed.
Role play, eh?
Oh, hey, Beanpole.
What do you want, Jo?
I've been thinking.
We need to put
our differences aside.
You just want my vote.
Fine. I do want your vote.
Then maybe you can get
a fucking time machine
and go back to Grade 6
and un-wedgie me.
- I just wanted--
- You want my vote?
You need to earn my respect.
Let's fok'n do it, then.
You, me.
Remote control car race
in front of everyone.
That's it? Fine.
But when I win, I get your vote.
Let's do this.
You know I've never lost
a race before?
Well, get ready to have your ass
handed to you.
- Oof.
- Not even.
Moo breath.
Whoa.
Boy: I once saw a weasel
try to stick its head
into an empty pop bottle.
What?
That's my dream.
That's my nightmare.
A weasel
trying to stick its head
inside an empty pop bottle.
What the fuck are
you saying, man?
I know who you are
and I know why you're here.
Dean:
L'il Tony?
You're a lot littler
than I thought.
When I heard you left your post
to work at the North Store,
it was I
who became the movie man.
While you were selling hoagies,
I became king.
But do you know what it's like
to be putting movies on USBs
all day, all night?
I do know what it's like.
I was a young movie man.
You ever heard of VHS?
My spirit grows tired, Dean.
I knew you'd come here today.
I want this to end.
I know what I must do.
What now?
You do what kids do. Play games.
- You're it.
- Tag.
What am I supposed to do?
You're it, bro. Go get him.
♪
(glass squeaking)
Oh, me.
The windows are getting
real steamy in there.
She must be doing
a lot of yelling.
What the hell took so long?
What, you guys doing a puzzle
in there or something?
This plan isn't working.
- Yeah. No shit.
- What do we do now?
On your phone, in your contacts,
change my name to Sexy Lady.
And then leave it somewhere
where Rose will find it.
Done.
(exhaling sharply)
Rose, I'm just going to be
in the bathroom, cleaning.
Okay. Not too long.
I need to lay down the law
again.
(phone chiming)
What the fuck?
All day long.
Oh, hey, Mrs. Tress.
Rose!
This was Stephen Harper's idea.
What's going on? Did it work?
I knew you'd be helping Paul.
Both of you, out of here, now.
But--
- But this is my house.
- Fuck!
It's the big showdown
between Jo Bittern
and Beanpole McKay.
If Beanpole loses,
and that's a big if,
the McKay family will vote
for Jo in the election.
If Jo loses, she will suffer
great, great,
great public humiliation.
It's a great day
for RC car racing!
(everyone cheering)
On your mark. Get set. Go!
Jo wins!
(cheering and applause)
Thank you.
Miigwech.
Feels shitty saying this,
but the McKay family
will vote for you, Jo.
Thanks, Mavis.
But you can call me a chief.
What's wrong, bro?
How am I supposed to go home
after all I've done,
after all I've seen?
I was a god, Dean. A god.
Holy. Chill out, bro.
You're the movie man now.
Rose, I'm sorry.
I'm way more sorry
than Stephen Harper.
- Just take me back.
- Rose, look at him. He's sorry.
When I thought you were
cheating, I was furious.
Yeah. Stay furious.
But I was also scared.
Scared I'd lost you forever
to some sexy lady.
But I was the sexy lady.
Stephen Harper,
will you marry me?
Yes, yes. Yes, I will marry you.
Hmm.
(indistinct chattering)
Grouse Lake,
your new chief is
Jo Bittern.
(cheering and applause)
Guess this means
you'll get revenge
on all your political enemies.
Nah.
Onlookers:
Speech. Speech. Speech!
I only ever wanted
to help my people.
I love Grouse Lake,
and I'm so proud
to be your chief.
Miigwech.
(cheering and applause)
I guess a little revenge
is okay.
Yeah.
Rose:
Hey, chief.
Your first order of business
is to catch up on a few things
that Deedee never got around to.
Sounds simple enough.
(chuckling)
Right this way, boys.
Oh. Uh--
Fuck.
♪ Somebody save me
I know I'm going down ♪
♪ Can't help it, baby
and I don't want to now ♪
♪ I got it bad, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ But it feels so good, no ♪
♪ Somebody stop me ♪
♪ Just take my rights away ♪
♪ And when you look this good ♪
♪ Get on my knees and pray ♪
♪ I got it bad, ooh ♪