Call Me Fitz (2010) s03e08 Episode Script
Are You There God? I Need to Speak to Frank
Hey, pay attention, fuckers I need you to cancel that thing today, the debate.
Why? Because my sister's dead.
Hey, why aren't you drinking? Son of a bitch, what's in this? Fuckers No angle; a proposal.
What's the one thing you and I were always good at together? Ha! A new dealership? You're going to win it for me.
It's my new long-term plan.
Relax Foxley, I got this! A campaign that has zero focus, no platform, and not a single female supporter? This is serious, Fitz! Chester, I'm leaving you! Motherfucker! You faked your sister's death to get votes? What do you have to say for yourself, Mr.
Fitzpatrick? My sister's alive! It's a miracle! Oh, God Oh God You wanna know what I believe? Chumps wait for miracles.
Fitzpatricks get what they want by following the ten commandments There will be no other gods before me.
Obviously.
Never take the Lord's name in vain.
Unless it's justified.
Jesus Christ, sweet mother of fuck.
Where's my lighter, Larry! Don't worship false idols.
Unless you're out of single malt.
God, I hate blended.
Observe the Lord's Day.
Fuck me, Fitz.
Oh, I observed it alright.
Honor thy father.
Don't kill -- intentionally.
Then there's the one thing that no one gives a shit about so, who cares.
Then there's the adultery thing- Get him! The stealing thing And, finally, my favorite commandment of all Covet thy neighbour.
She's actually the neighbour's daughter.
But who's counting? Because when you live life right, good things just happen Amen.
'Ooo, we are Fitzpatricks and we rise from the dead.
' There has not been one customer all day because of their blasphemy, Cousin.
Yes, the devil Father Fitzpatrick has found a most ingenious way out of our sales contract - starting his own religion.
And giving away free cars with every $5000 "donation".
I say bah! We shall overcome, for we are Ruptal.
When has religion ever stopped us before? When the authorities put you on their no-fly list.
It is preposterous of them to think I could hijack a plane with a pair of nose hair clippers Nose hair clippers! Go find out what's going on.
No.
I'll be at the DUI- Did you just say no? I did.
Why the fuck not? Because the election is imminent and we need to focus on shoring up votes.
That means hand shaking.
Baby kissing.
Last minute campaigning.
Who gives a shit what you think? I have faith in me and that's all that matters.
Well, it's a good thing you have faith, because it's going to take a miracle for you to win this election.
I refer to my first response: who gives a shit what you think.
The election is in the bag.
Iris? NEXT! C'mon, get out of here.
All right, c'mon, c'mon What's up? It's my hip.
You are healed.
You didn't even touch me.
I said you're healed.
Now go get your car.
Pervert.
Out! She's the mother fucking messiah! Do what she says! Yeah.
I'm the Messiah.
Right, Mommy? And we're on a tight fucking schedule! Let's go! NEXT! All right, sweet cheeks, what's up? Iris? Hi How did you find me? Actually I'm here for the miracle.
It seemed too good to be true but I had to see for myself.
It is a miracle, Iris Us running into each other like this.
I could escort you to the tent, if you want.
And then maybe we can go for ice cream.
You and me? Like, a date? Oh, you don't need to call it that.
Unless you want to.
Which is fine.
Or not.
Is it fine? Iris, I don't think it's an accident you wandered onto this lot.
All these weeks, you and me and the specter of the deceased creatures who we both once loved.
It's fate, Iris.
Our very own miracle! No, Larry.
It isn't.
It isn't that at all.
Money, money, money Tax free profit.
Hallefuckinglujah.
We always were great business partners, Lainey.
Shitty parents.
Nightmare marriage.
But goddamn geniuses when it came to pushing tin.
I am the messiah! Is it too much to ask for a soda and a clean goddamn dressing room?! We have to get the little douchebag under control.
Jesus freaks like their shit clean.
A church? You fucking kidding me? What's he doing here? A freak show I could understand.
"Come see the bearded lady.
" I told you I had electrolysis! Now fuck off! This is my miracle! Daddy! I want him out of here now! These suckers wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.
It was my idea to kill her in the first place! You'll all be fucking sorry when I win the election and shut this shit show down! Better start praying for a miracle, Fucker.
Because I'm telling everyone to vote for Chester Vince! Before or after you shave? Hey, watch the suit! You need a time out, Mister.
Me? She started it! She's always ruining my shit! Breaking my toys! Now my campaign! Hit the bricks! And you can tell those curry packers across the road Ken Fitzpatrick is back.
And Elaine Fitzpatrick.
Yeah, her too.
Fuck you -- all of you! Bye-bye, Richard! Divide and conquer.
I deal with Joan of Bark here.
You make sure numb-nuts doesn't fuck up my scam.
Our scam.
That's what I said.
Eat my scraps, asshole! I need more fucking ketchup! Squirt bottle! Out of the trough, Legs.
We need to shore up votes.
And fast.
Oh, look who's decided to wake up and give a shit.
After last week's little debacle, you still think we have a shot? I don't need a shot.
I'm the fucking pistol.
Now move! Don't talk to me like I'm one of your minions.
I busted my ass for this campaign and look what it got me.
Fine.
Put the wings on my tab.
Fuck you.
I am responsible for my own failed career, my bad choice of business partner, my stress eating.
Wow.
Melody Gray was right about you.
What did she say? You tell me, Cankles.
I was big boned and I had a note to get out of that fitness test.
I am not a quitter.
Fine.
But I'm doing this for me.
Not you.
Me.
Any day now.
Scotch.
Vodka.
Better make it a triple, Old Lady, because after I get through with you and Molly Mormon, you're gonna need it.
You always were a poor loser.
Says the woman who rigged 'pin the tail on the donkey' at my birthday party so she could fuck the winner's old man.
I should be thanking you, actually.
You and your sister are finally paying off.
The only reason we had you shit dispensers was so we could make money.
You mean that bullshit angle Ken's playing? That's short term.
I get into office, you can make some real coin.
You really think you're going to win.
Better fucking believe it.
Know what I believe? You don't have a shot in hell.
Ken's going to fuck you over just like he always does.
You can't con a conner, Kid.
Just stay out of our way.
You're gonna vote for me, right, Charlie? You gonna find another place to drink? Vote for Fitz! Stop it.
He's not even worth it.
She loves me not.
She loves me not.
She still loves me not.
Oh, fuck.
Don't you have somewhere else to be? I am upset.
And you should eat something first.
You'll need your strength for what lies ahead.
Women looking for miracles, and men unable to give them.
When will you learn, Larry.
Pussies don't get pussy.
Love is a battlefield, Richard.
And this soldier has lost the war.
Nu uh.
The battle is over when I say it's over.
You really think I have a chance with Iris? Fuck Iris.
I prefer the term "go for ice cream".
That's it Steal support Win votes Blow shit up I never said any of that.
Then I'll say it for you, Rumpcrunch.
Two words -- mother fucking holy war.
That's four words.
Yeah.
It worked in Iraq.
It worked in Afghanistan.
And tomorrow, it's gonna work for me.
Get your jihadist asses out here! Who is dead now? Or perhaps you wish to subject us to more racial stereotypes.
What the fuck, Josh? No.
I just need you to help me blow up a church.
Wicked.
On it, Buddy.
What about our holy oath to not help him with his plans anymore? Oh right.
Solidarity, Cousin.
You are no cousin of mine.
Look, you don't like me, and I sure as hell don't like you.
But there's a bigger threat out there.
Godzilla.
No, my family is carpet bombing your customers and my voters.
We've got to take them down.
Two birds.
One bomb.
Sales have declined.
Joining forces with our mortal enemy may be the solution we need.
This is the Soviets all over again I am not going on that stage until I get a new pillow, lip balm, and my theater tickets.
And by the way, why are there no towels in my change room? I can't work under these conditions.
What a fucking prima donna.
She gets that from you! Divide and conquer, dipshit.
What the fuck have you been doing all day? Do you know how long it takes to adjust the lighting so people don't think she's the fucking antichrist? You take care of the little slut bucket.
Hello? I'm trying to keep cock snot's sticky little fingers out of our pot.
Complaining about our demon spawn.
This is so "us".
Don't worry about this shit, Lainey.
This shit will work itself out.
We're winners, you and me.
And we're back in the green.
And by the way Don't get me started about the audience.
Who vets these people? Burn, infidel! How did all the fatties end up down front? What kind of retard forgets to light a Molotov cocktail? You idiot! Where did you go to terrorist school? Hey! He didn't.
I do have a Bachelor in Fine Arts.
Cut him some slack.
It's his first holy war.
As usual, I've got to do everything myself.
Come one, come all! To see the real miracle! Why worship the resurrected, when you can worship, and vote for, the RESURRECTOR! And get free cars.
For a reasonable monetary donation.
That snakey fuck.
See the man responsible for raising the bearded lady from the dead! Fuck you! I do not have a beard! Yes you do! Come back and worship my daughter! You want to believe in something? I'll tell you what to believe in -- Richard Fitzpatrick for City Council! No! There shall be no other gods except me! Especially not my stupid brother! Come on, you guys! This is dealing with him? You always were too soft on these kids.
Don't worry, hot stuff - I got this.
You! No, dear god.
No.
Please just make it quick.
Relax.
My shithead kid is messing up my scam with my other shithead kid.
You're the only one that can talk sense into that ass baby.
I want you to go over there and do it now.
I can't help you.
I can't help anyone.
I can't even help myself.
What's with the pity party, fuck face? It's no one.
Just a sweet angel who took my heart in her delicate fingers, and then ravaged it like a Polynesian cannibal.
And I don't even know why.
I'll tell you why.
You're a spineless yes man to a dirtbag.
What woman wants that? You're right.
And you know what else? I killed a bird.
No wonder Iris finds me repulsive.
Oh.
A dead bird.
That's the reason.
I know.
Look, Nancy-- It's Larry.
Look, Nancy, grow a set.
It's time you took a stand.
Call bullshit when it stinks.
Yeah, it's my responsibility to show the public that Richard isn't what he says he is that there are no such things as miracles Make it quick, Slim Jim.
I've got a fake church to salvage.
Good talk.
Vodka.
Make it snappy.
My sister was dead.
And at her grave, I asked the Lord to return her.
For she was innocent.
Unstable, yes, unattractive, yes, but she was innocent.
And I felt something surge through me as I touched my dead sister.
No! It was the Lord's power.
Blessed be Jesus, zombie maker.
We talked about this.
She's not a zombie.
It was the cannabis.
Praised be to the blue eyed devil, Fitz! Anyway, vote Fitz, and when I'm in office, I'll resurrect anyone and anything you desire.
Are you sure about that? Yes, that's why all these good people are here today.
Am I right? Then resurrect this-- --Titmouse.
That's right! A dead bird.
Surely no match for the resurrector.
I'm calling bull poop that smells, Mister.
What the fuck are you doing? Taking a stand and telling everyone here that he faked his own sister's death.
Hey, where you going? Come back! What happened, Richard? What happened to the Last Honest Man? Ice cream! Ice cream! Problem solved, Baby It's not what it looks like.
Fuck, Lainey.
The gay mafia's after me.
I need this cash.
I can't go find some rich fuck like you.
All I got is my sparkling personality and this scam.
And me.
I wasn't going to take you.
But I rose from the dead! You said this was our thing.
You said if I helped hide this from Mom-- The little shit was right about you! Fuck.
Lainey! Go get me a scotch.
Fuck you.
All of you.
From this moment forward, I am emancipating myself from this family! Now that's a fucking miracle.
You think I'm going to roll over for you, Chester? You think I don't know that leadership requires sacrifice? You think I wouldn't be able to bury people alive to ensure the survival of my country? I know that sometimes you have to chop someone's head off! I'm just as tough as Idi Amin.
I'm just as tough as any of those motherfuckers! Ow ow It's over for good this time, Roger.
May I call you Roger? Iris-- Don't speak.
I'm sorry I ran away before.
Things are complicated.
But so what, right? Tell that to the titmouse.
I would like to go for ice cream with you.
So much ice cream.
I would like to go for ice cream with you more than you could ever imagine.
I told Richard miracles don't happen but this is a miracle.
Oh, Iris -- There is just one thing I need to do.
I know, Larry.
Would you just Thanks.
This is Melody Gray reporting live outside City Hall.
Exit polls show Chester Vince with a commanding lead.
No doubt this is in response to this reporter's shocking exposé of local lothario and rumored polygamist cult leader, Richard Fitzpatrick.
The dream is dead, Fitz.
Josh, how many times do I have to tell you, a bookstore is not a strip club.
Larry paid me to bring you here.
In coffee.
I got nothing to say to that backstabber.
There are miracles, Richard.
There are.
Iris came back to me.
Good.
That makes up for the shit storm you turned my life into.
I know you're upset.
And, as your conscience, I feel you deserve one last shot.
And I deserve a coffee.
We may be down in the polls.
Broke.
And have lost the holy war.
But there is one thing you have not tried.
The pumpkin scones.
They're amazing.
Prayer.
Fuck off, Larry.
All that faith crap was just bullshit.
Since you're banned from every church in town, I thought we could try the theology section.
Still holy and thirty percent off.
Please Richard, one little prayer.
How can it hurt? I'll buy you a coffee.
Fine.
Tall half skinny one percent extra hot split quad shot half sweet caramel macchiato.
No whip.
Okay, whip.
Chocolate sprinkles? I'm not gay.
After all, how can this city be expected to trust a councillor who can't even make good on a promise to resurrect a dead bird? And with the polls about to close, this reporter is confident in declaring Chester Vince the winner.
We'll see about that.
Hey, God.
It's me, Fitz.
I need to speak to Frank.
Uhhey, Frank.
I don't know if you're listening, but how you doin'? Hope that bus crash with the cheerleaders last week spiced the party up a bit, know what I mean? Fuck, I don't know what I mean.
Fuck, Frank.
A guy needs a break once in a while, you know? Cold streak's gotta end.
I'm a good guy Look, here's the thing.
I'm having a kid.
And I don't want the little fucker to think I'm a loser like my old man.
I got to win this fucking election.
Throw me a bone, will ya, Frank? Fitz? Oh, and If you could you make sure he's got a decent head of hair.
No tail.
Amen.
Good enough.
This is Melody Gray reporting live outside City Hall.
And I am getting the official announcement now You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Richard Fitzpatrick won? Ha ha! That's right, Fuckers! Fitz won! And I won it for him! Woo hoo! Suck it, Coverton! Suck it hard! Yeah!
Why? Because my sister's dead.
Hey, why aren't you drinking? Son of a bitch, what's in this? Fuckers No angle; a proposal.
What's the one thing you and I were always good at together? Ha! A new dealership? You're going to win it for me.
It's my new long-term plan.
Relax Foxley, I got this! A campaign that has zero focus, no platform, and not a single female supporter? This is serious, Fitz! Chester, I'm leaving you! Motherfucker! You faked your sister's death to get votes? What do you have to say for yourself, Mr.
Fitzpatrick? My sister's alive! It's a miracle! Oh, God Oh God You wanna know what I believe? Chumps wait for miracles.
Fitzpatricks get what they want by following the ten commandments There will be no other gods before me.
Obviously.
Never take the Lord's name in vain.
Unless it's justified.
Jesus Christ, sweet mother of fuck.
Where's my lighter, Larry! Don't worship false idols.
Unless you're out of single malt.
God, I hate blended.
Observe the Lord's Day.
Fuck me, Fitz.
Oh, I observed it alright.
Honor thy father.
Don't kill -- intentionally.
Then there's the one thing that no one gives a shit about so, who cares.
Then there's the adultery thing- Get him! The stealing thing And, finally, my favorite commandment of all Covet thy neighbour.
She's actually the neighbour's daughter.
But who's counting? Because when you live life right, good things just happen Amen.
'Ooo, we are Fitzpatricks and we rise from the dead.
' There has not been one customer all day because of their blasphemy, Cousin.
Yes, the devil Father Fitzpatrick has found a most ingenious way out of our sales contract - starting his own religion.
And giving away free cars with every $5000 "donation".
I say bah! We shall overcome, for we are Ruptal.
When has religion ever stopped us before? When the authorities put you on their no-fly list.
It is preposterous of them to think I could hijack a plane with a pair of nose hair clippers Nose hair clippers! Go find out what's going on.
No.
I'll be at the DUI- Did you just say no? I did.
Why the fuck not? Because the election is imminent and we need to focus on shoring up votes.
That means hand shaking.
Baby kissing.
Last minute campaigning.
Who gives a shit what you think? I have faith in me and that's all that matters.
Well, it's a good thing you have faith, because it's going to take a miracle for you to win this election.
I refer to my first response: who gives a shit what you think.
The election is in the bag.
Iris? NEXT! C'mon, get out of here.
All right, c'mon, c'mon What's up? It's my hip.
You are healed.
You didn't even touch me.
I said you're healed.
Now go get your car.
Pervert.
Out! She's the mother fucking messiah! Do what she says! Yeah.
I'm the Messiah.
Right, Mommy? And we're on a tight fucking schedule! Let's go! NEXT! All right, sweet cheeks, what's up? Iris? Hi How did you find me? Actually I'm here for the miracle.
It seemed too good to be true but I had to see for myself.
It is a miracle, Iris Us running into each other like this.
I could escort you to the tent, if you want.
And then maybe we can go for ice cream.
You and me? Like, a date? Oh, you don't need to call it that.
Unless you want to.
Which is fine.
Or not.
Is it fine? Iris, I don't think it's an accident you wandered onto this lot.
All these weeks, you and me and the specter of the deceased creatures who we both once loved.
It's fate, Iris.
Our very own miracle! No, Larry.
It isn't.
It isn't that at all.
Money, money, money Tax free profit.
Hallefuckinglujah.
We always were great business partners, Lainey.
Shitty parents.
Nightmare marriage.
But goddamn geniuses when it came to pushing tin.
I am the messiah! Is it too much to ask for a soda and a clean goddamn dressing room?! We have to get the little douchebag under control.
Jesus freaks like their shit clean.
A church? You fucking kidding me? What's he doing here? A freak show I could understand.
"Come see the bearded lady.
" I told you I had electrolysis! Now fuck off! This is my miracle! Daddy! I want him out of here now! These suckers wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.
It was my idea to kill her in the first place! You'll all be fucking sorry when I win the election and shut this shit show down! Better start praying for a miracle, Fucker.
Because I'm telling everyone to vote for Chester Vince! Before or after you shave? Hey, watch the suit! You need a time out, Mister.
Me? She started it! She's always ruining my shit! Breaking my toys! Now my campaign! Hit the bricks! And you can tell those curry packers across the road Ken Fitzpatrick is back.
And Elaine Fitzpatrick.
Yeah, her too.
Fuck you -- all of you! Bye-bye, Richard! Divide and conquer.
I deal with Joan of Bark here.
You make sure numb-nuts doesn't fuck up my scam.
Our scam.
That's what I said.
Eat my scraps, asshole! I need more fucking ketchup! Squirt bottle! Out of the trough, Legs.
We need to shore up votes.
And fast.
Oh, look who's decided to wake up and give a shit.
After last week's little debacle, you still think we have a shot? I don't need a shot.
I'm the fucking pistol.
Now move! Don't talk to me like I'm one of your minions.
I busted my ass for this campaign and look what it got me.
Fine.
Put the wings on my tab.
Fuck you.
I am responsible for my own failed career, my bad choice of business partner, my stress eating.
Wow.
Melody Gray was right about you.
What did she say? You tell me, Cankles.
I was big boned and I had a note to get out of that fitness test.
I am not a quitter.
Fine.
But I'm doing this for me.
Not you.
Me.
Any day now.
Scotch.
Vodka.
Better make it a triple, Old Lady, because after I get through with you and Molly Mormon, you're gonna need it.
You always were a poor loser.
Says the woman who rigged 'pin the tail on the donkey' at my birthday party so she could fuck the winner's old man.
I should be thanking you, actually.
You and your sister are finally paying off.
The only reason we had you shit dispensers was so we could make money.
You mean that bullshit angle Ken's playing? That's short term.
I get into office, you can make some real coin.
You really think you're going to win.
Better fucking believe it.
Know what I believe? You don't have a shot in hell.
Ken's going to fuck you over just like he always does.
You can't con a conner, Kid.
Just stay out of our way.
You're gonna vote for me, right, Charlie? You gonna find another place to drink? Vote for Fitz! Stop it.
He's not even worth it.
She loves me not.
She loves me not.
She still loves me not.
Oh, fuck.
Don't you have somewhere else to be? I am upset.
And you should eat something first.
You'll need your strength for what lies ahead.
Women looking for miracles, and men unable to give them.
When will you learn, Larry.
Pussies don't get pussy.
Love is a battlefield, Richard.
And this soldier has lost the war.
Nu uh.
The battle is over when I say it's over.
You really think I have a chance with Iris? Fuck Iris.
I prefer the term "go for ice cream".
That's it Steal support Win votes Blow shit up I never said any of that.
Then I'll say it for you, Rumpcrunch.
Two words -- mother fucking holy war.
That's four words.
Yeah.
It worked in Iraq.
It worked in Afghanistan.
And tomorrow, it's gonna work for me.
Get your jihadist asses out here! Who is dead now? Or perhaps you wish to subject us to more racial stereotypes.
What the fuck, Josh? No.
I just need you to help me blow up a church.
Wicked.
On it, Buddy.
What about our holy oath to not help him with his plans anymore? Oh right.
Solidarity, Cousin.
You are no cousin of mine.
Look, you don't like me, and I sure as hell don't like you.
But there's a bigger threat out there.
Godzilla.
No, my family is carpet bombing your customers and my voters.
We've got to take them down.
Two birds.
One bomb.
Sales have declined.
Joining forces with our mortal enemy may be the solution we need.
This is the Soviets all over again I am not going on that stage until I get a new pillow, lip balm, and my theater tickets.
And by the way, why are there no towels in my change room? I can't work under these conditions.
What a fucking prima donna.
She gets that from you! Divide and conquer, dipshit.
What the fuck have you been doing all day? Do you know how long it takes to adjust the lighting so people don't think she's the fucking antichrist? You take care of the little slut bucket.
Hello? I'm trying to keep cock snot's sticky little fingers out of our pot.
Complaining about our demon spawn.
This is so "us".
Don't worry about this shit, Lainey.
This shit will work itself out.
We're winners, you and me.
And we're back in the green.
And by the way Don't get me started about the audience.
Who vets these people? Burn, infidel! How did all the fatties end up down front? What kind of retard forgets to light a Molotov cocktail? You idiot! Where did you go to terrorist school? Hey! He didn't.
I do have a Bachelor in Fine Arts.
Cut him some slack.
It's his first holy war.
As usual, I've got to do everything myself.
Come one, come all! To see the real miracle! Why worship the resurrected, when you can worship, and vote for, the RESURRECTOR! And get free cars.
For a reasonable monetary donation.
That snakey fuck.
See the man responsible for raising the bearded lady from the dead! Fuck you! I do not have a beard! Yes you do! Come back and worship my daughter! You want to believe in something? I'll tell you what to believe in -- Richard Fitzpatrick for City Council! No! There shall be no other gods except me! Especially not my stupid brother! Come on, you guys! This is dealing with him? You always were too soft on these kids.
Don't worry, hot stuff - I got this.
You! No, dear god.
No.
Please just make it quick.
Relax.
My shithead kid is messing up my scam with my other shithead kid.
You're the only one that can talk sense into that ass baby.
I want you to go over there and do it now.
I can't help you.
I can't help anyone.
I can't even help myself.
What's with the pity party, fuck face? It's no one.
Just a sweet angel who took my heart in her delicate fingers, and then ravaged it like a Polynesian cannibal.
And I don't even know why.
I'll tell you why.
You're a spineless yes man to a dirtbag.
What woman wants that? You're right.
And you know what else? I killed a bird.
No wonder Iris finds me repulsive.
Oh.
A dead bird.
That's the reason.
I know.
Look, Nancy-- It's Larry.
Look, Nancy, grow a set.
It's time you took a stand.
Call bullshit when it stinks.
Yeah, it's my responsibility to show the public that Richard isn't what he says he is that there are no such things as miracles Make it quick, Slim Jim.
I've got a fake church to salvage.
Good talk.
Vodka.
Make it snappy.
My sister was dead.
And at her grave, I asked the Lord to return her.
For she was innocent.
Unstable, yes, unattractive, yes, but she was innocent.
And I felt something surge through me as I touched my dead sister.
No! It was the Lord's power.
Blessed be Jesus, zombie maker.
We talked about this.
She's not a zombie.
It was the cannabis.
Praised be to the blue eyed devil, Fitz! Anyway, vote Fitz, and when I'm in office, I'll resurrect anyone and anything you desire.
Are you sure about that? Yes, that's why all these good people are here today.
Am I right? Then resurrect this-- --Titmouse.
That's right! A dead bird.
Surely no match for the resurrector.
I'm calling bull poop that smells, Mister.
What the fuck are you doing? Taking a stand and telling everyone here that he faked his own sister's death.
Hey, where you going? Come back! What happened, Richard? What happened to the Last Honest Man? Ice cream! Ice cream! Problem solved, Baby It's not what it looks like.
Fuck, Lainey.
The gay mafia's after me.
I need this cash.
I can't go find some rich fuck like you.
All I got is my sparkling personality and this scam.
And me.
I wasn't going to take you.
But I rose from the dead! You said this was our thing.
You said if I helped hide this from Mom-- The little shit was right about you! Fuck.
Lainey! Go get me a scotch.
Fuck you.
All of you.
From this moment forward, I am emancipating myself from this family! Now that's a fucking miracle.
You think I'm going to roll over for you, Chester? You think I don't know that leadership requires sacrifice? You think I wouldn't be able to bury people alive to ensure the survival of my country? I know that sometimes you have to chop someone's head off! I'm just as tough as Idi Amin.
I'm just as tough as any of those motherfuckers! Ow ow It's over for good this time, Roger.
May I call you Roger? Iris-- Don't speak.
I'm sorry I ran away before.
Things are complicated.
But so what, right? Tell that to the titmouse.
I would like to go for ice cream with you.
So much ice cream.
I would like to go for ice cream with you more than you could ever imagine.
I told Richard miracles don't happen but this is a miracle.
Oh, Iris -- There is just one thing I need to do.
I know, Larry.
Would you just Thanks.
This is Melody Gray reporting live outside City Hall.
Exit polls show Chester Vince with a commanding lead.
No doubt this is in response to this reporter's shocking exposé of local lothario and rumored polygamist cult leader, Richard Fitzpatrick.
The dream is dead, Fitz.
Josh, how many times do I have to tell you, a bookstore is not a strip club.
Larry paid me to bring you here.
In coffee.
I got nothing to say to that backstabber.
There are miracles, Richard.
There are.
Iris came back to me.
Good.
That makes up for the shit storm you turned my life into.
I know you're upset.
And, as your conscience, I feel you deserve one last shot.
And I deserve a coffee.
We may be down in the polls.
Broke.
And have lost the holy war.
But there is one thing you have not tried.
The pumpkin scones.
They're amazing.
Prayer.
Fuck off, Larry.
All that faith crap was just bullshit.
Since you're banned from every church in town, I thought we could try the theology section.
Still holy and thirty percent off.
Please Richard, one little prayer.
How can it hurt? I'll buy you a coffee.
Fine.
Tall half skinny one percent extra hot split quad shot half sweet caramel macchiato.
No whip.
Okay, whip.
Chocolate sprinkles? I'm not gay.
After all, how can this city be expected to trust a councillor who can't even make good on a promise to resurrect a dead bird? And with the polls about to close, this reporter is confident in declaring Chester Vince the winner.
We'll see about that.
Hey, God.
It's me, Fitz.
I need to speak to Frank.
Uhhey, Frank.
I don't know if you're listening, but how you doin'? Hope that bus crash with the cheerleaders last week spiced the party up a bit, know what I mean? Fuck, I don't know what I mean.
Fuck, Frank.
A guy needs a break once in a while, you know? Cold streak's gotta end.
I'm a good guy Look, here's the thing.
I'm having a kid.
And I don't want the little fucker to think I'm a loser like my old man.
I got to win this fucking election.
Throw me a bone, will ya, Frank? Fitz? Oh, and If you could you make sure he's got a decent head of hair.
No tail.
Amen.
Good enough.
This is Melody Gray reporting live outside City Hall.
And I am getting the official announcement now You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Richard Fitzpatrick won? Ha ha! That's right, Fuckers! Fitz won! And I won it for him! Woo hoo! Suck it, Coverton! Suck it hard! Yeah!