All language subtitles for The Best Laid Plans s01e02 Running To Lose.eng

(Opera music plays)

Angus: (Loud bang) Oh damn it, not again!

(Hammering)

Daniel: My name is Daniel Addison.

This morning I start my new life

as a college professor.

But before that, I have to end my old life

by running a political campaign,

one I've promised the candidate I'd lose.

I know it sounds like a lot,

but I've always been good at juggling,

at not spreading myself too thin.

Newscaster: ... Of course
these are unconfirmed reports,

but our sources tell us

that today could be the day

Canadians have been waiting for,

the day the Prime Minister drops the writ.

Daniel: There it is, my new life awaits.

And oh yeah, finalizing the candidacy

of one Angus McClintock,

the man I made a deal with,

with whom I made a deal.

Angus is my hail mary pass,

a professor of engineering

who has agreed to be my candidate

for Cumberland-Prescott
under two conditions...

he doesn't do any campaigning,

and I take over his
english for engineers class.

(Knocking)

(Loud whirring)

(Loud knocking)

Oh, I'm sorry,

I... I didn't realize you were busy.

What did you think I was doing here?

Did I not tell you this is my workshop?

(Loud whirring)

I'm sorry, sorry to interrupt you,

but I've come with the nomination papers.

What?!

The nomination papers.

You need to sign...

Sign! To make your candidacy official.

I'm a man of my word, lad,

leave it there, I'll do it later.

Have you got the syllabus?

Sorry?

The binder, man! The binder.

The collected wisdom of my 20 years

of teaching english for engineers.

(Sighs) Better take a look...
we leave in half an hour.

Oh my...

(Drill whirs) Oh!

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Newscaster: ... Of course
it's a mere formality

that she asks the Governor General

to dissolve Parliament.

How can I lose to this woman?

Newscaster: ... On a
five-week election campaign.

I mean, what does she even stand for?

Newscaster: Which, she hopes,
will give her the majority

that has so far eluded her.

What are her credentials?

Does she even have a thought in her head?

Oh that's what we're about to find out.

Okay, are we framing the first week?

We've taken a run at your opening speech.

(Snaps fingers) Rachel.

(Snaps fingers)

No. (Marker rasps)

No. (Marker rasps)

Oh, definitely not.

(Marker rasps)

I crossed out the bits I don't like.

(Paper rustles)

Yes!

Hmm.

Okay boys and girls,

I did not bring down
the Canadian government

in order to play footsie
with the electorate.

So let's say what we mean,

and mean what we say, hmm?

What are the three most famous catchphrases

in Canadian politics?

Uh, just watch me.

You had an option, sir.

I vote for you and then
it's goodbye, Charlie Brown.

That's it! That's it!

That's what I want.

Get me some of that.

Well, the thing is, and I don't mean to be,

to sound, um,

what I'm saying is,

those were all impromptu,

you don't just come up
with something like that.

Addington would have.

Stanton: Addison?

Yes. He was a Shakespeare
among speech writers.

Remind me why he quit again?

Woman on radio: ... Or, is Canada headed
for yet another minority government,

and the uncertainty that comes with it?

We'll find out soon enough

as the Prime Minister is now just arriving

for her meeting with the
Queen's representative.

Blather.

I kind of want to listen to that.

You're better off kind of
looking over the syllabus.

However, if your modern mind requires

a distracting sound, try this.

(Operatic music)

You were listening to that
this morning, in your workshop.

Angus: Aye.

Daniel: You just, the
one song you like, or... ?

Angus: Oh, that's six,
six sighs in seven minutes.

I'm beginning to wonder
about your commitment.

Daniel: What, I'm committed.

I just didn't think it was
going to be so detailed.

Look, I need a hundred
signatures on this thing

to support your nomination.

How am I supposed to ask other
people to sign it, if you won't?

Angus: Then maybe you were
right, maybe it was a bad idea.

What? Wha...

You will not find a hundred people

to support my nomination.

- Girl: Oh, Professor MCC!
- Angus: Good day!

What are you talking about?

You're practically the king
of Kensington around here.

If that's a cultural
reference, it escapes me. Oh!

Daniel: I'll Google it for you.

(Phone ringing) Addison.

Oh, hello Danny, it's Muriel.

Only my mother calls me Danny.

I'm honoured.

So, do you have any news for me,

for example about the name of a candidate?

I hope so.

Hey, hey! Turn that back to the news!

Jerry: You heard the lady.

Hey, hello?

Tv stays on the election coverage.

Muriel: So, about the candidate?

Are you going to be around this afternoon?

Well, I certainly hope so.

Great, I'll see you then.

McClintock, don't you know how to knock?

Here's a knocking, indeed.

What's that from?

It's from MacBeth, you
drivel-consuming idiot.

And him a dean.

I'll make this easy for your rumpling.

You, in your wisdom,

have decided that I should
teach english for engineers,

despite the fact that I have endured

this particular circle of hell

for three out of the past seven years.

Whereas my faculty colleagues have...

in spite of the fact that my colleagues

have taught this course but once, each.

As I've already said,
no one else is available.

Not so. He is.

Allow me to introduce Daniel Addison,

associate professor in
the faculty of english.

And happy to volunteer for the position

of overseer of the department
of linguistic corrections.

You can't just pluck
someone from another faculty

and have them take your
place. It's just not done.

Daniel, step outside for
a moment, will you, lad.

There's no question that Daniel

is qualified to teach this course!

(Muffled arguing)

(Door squeaks open)

(Toilet flushing)

(Sink running)

(Phone ringing)

Dean: You're a son of a bitch, McClintock!

Speech writer.

His aim is a little off.

What happened?

I invoked a darkly held secret,

one that I'm loathe to speak of in public.

So you blackmailed him so
I could teach your class?

Aye.

Dean: Well, are you coming?

Following yesterday's disappointing events,

His Excellency, the
Governor General has agreed

to dissolve Parliament.

My fellow Canadians...

Norm.

Hmm. Oh, hey Hal.

Hal: So it's come to this?

They've got you covering
the election from your desk.

For the election in six years...
same words, different weather.

Not worth the price of parking.

Norm, you are a hell of a reporter.

Ha. I knew this day was coming.

Am I getting a buy out?

Hell no, they're all gone.

Reassignment, then.

Just whatever you do,

please, don't put me on the pansy patch.

I haven't been to the theatre in 20 years.

Norm relax, you aren't being fired,

you aren't being moved,

you're covering the election,

but from a different angle.

Head office wants every paper in the chain

to focus on local candidates

who haven't got a chance
in hell of winning.

Hmm. (Laughter)

I'm sor... (Laughing)

You're joking, right?

This is the elections Canada list

with all the declared
candidates in the region.

Pick a riding

where the incumbent
has a massive plurality.

Have a ball.

(Sighs)

Can I ask who you were a speech writer for?

No, but you may ask for
whom he was a speech writer.

George Quimby.

Ah, Quimby.

You'd rather that than this?

Not quite, I'm running the local campaign.

Oh, who's your candidate?

(Laughter) You?

Running for office?

Against Eric Cameron.

(Laughter)

You're going to be a
laughing stock, McClintock,

you're not going to be
able to show your face

on campus ever again.

Oh, I'm really going to enjoy this,

I really am.

I wish you all the best.

(Laughter)

With everything.

You're not going to
listen to that guy, right?

We've still got a deal here, don't we?

Hey, Angus? Angus?

Angus: This is Daniel, your teacher.

Listen, and listen well.

Just the form, your signature on the form.

Angus: Ha ha ha.

Okay.

Well, good morning.

Right.

Spelling, grammar, punctuation.

You're probably wondering,

what does that have to do with engineering?

All I need to succeed
is a ruler, a plumb line,

and a keg of beer.

(Chuckles) Because...

Joke.

Just out of curiosity,

how many of you would rather not be here?

Let's turn to the syllabus.

Oh crap.

(Class laughs)

So, in order for you to
communicate your ideas clearly,

you need a basic understanding
of the rules of grammar.

Two M's in grammar.

Maybe I'm biased... in my line of work,

my former line of work, words were king.

You see, once upon a time

I wrote speeches for politicians,

and the words that I wrote
not only had to convey meaning,

but also emotion.

Stanton: And the Media Riser?

What? No, no, no.

George Quimby does not use a teleprompter.

Hmm.

That was Penny.

We are all systems go,

it's going to just be you
and a handful of candidates,

white, black, brown, young, old.

- Feeble?
- Feeble.

What about the woman in the wheelchair,

feeble and female?

Stanton: Nice. Let me give Penny a call.

How do you like the speech?

I'm not sure like enters into my response.

I'm not looking for paint
by numbers, I want a Monet.

I want to make an impression.

I'm going to go change.

I suggest you do the same.

How about a finger painting?

How bad is it?

Oh, he left almost a whole
sentence un-crossed out.

Well, it's something to build on.

I need a speech writer.

I've got three guys coming in.

(Exasperated sigh)

Oh, hey, Penny,

yeah, the chick in the wheelchair,

what's her twenty? Which coast?

Can we chopper her in?

Be a hell of a visual
if she was in the shot.

So, I've already told
you a lot about myself.

Why don't you write something
about yourself? Selves.

(Phone ringing)

Take fifteen minutes.

What should we write about?

Your biggest mistake.

How's life with Quimby?

Just gearing up for the big speech,

realizing how irreplaceable you are.

Sorry, something wrong with my phone,

sounded like you were flattering me.

I'm just giving credit where it's due.

This stuff ain't easy.

If my landlord heard you say ain't,

you'd be in for a tongue lashing.

I could use a good tongue lashing.

Anyway, I was just wondering

about you know your inspiration?

Daniel: My inspiration?

Yeah. How did you come up with
those great lines of yours?

Which great lines,

the ones Bradley liked to punch up?

Everybody knows your first
drafts were always golden.

Come on, spill.

Daniel: Look, Rachel, I already told you,

I'm not coming back,

not even as an advisor.
I'm out of the game.

Not even for old time's sake?

Yeah, well it's the old
times I'm trying to forget.

Good luck with it.

- Daniel...
- Daniel: Goodbye, Rachel.

(Beeps phone off)

Come on, where's the damn syllabus?

(Door squeaks open)

(Clears throat)

My biggest mistake was
when I was about eleven,

I got my bike stole.

Stoled? Stolened.

Irregardless, I decided to press on,

sure the river was moving quick,

but so was the light.

Was that a coyote?

Girl: It was not my mistake,

but Ecouliet left me feeling with rage.

(Tense exhale)

Pete: Be that what it will,

maybe I should have followed
the desires of my heart

and gone into political studies.

But hey, life's too short for memories.

(Clapping)

Pete 2: Yo, you killed it.

Okay, good, excellent, excellent.

No. That's a good place to start.

All right, see you next time.

(Phone ringing)

Addison.

Yes, Bradley, it's all under control.

Okay? Yeah, I got the signature,

yes I do.

Look, the papers will be in.

Bradley, do you not have
anything better to do

than threaten me with a tax assessment?

Fine. Goodbye.

Professor, my name is
Pete, and this is Pete two.

Pete two, what like, the second?

Sure.

We were just wondering
if you could possibly

give us any advice on like
whatever, the election.

The federal election?

Oh, we were totally stoked

when you said that thing in class

of "I used to write speeches."

We're like, this guy's been there.

We're called the political youth group,

we're trying to overcome
like, student apathy.

We have a clubhouse and cards.

Uh, all right. Well um, my office hours

are posted on the door, boys.

Pete: What a douche.

Muriel: But who is he? I've
never heard of Angus Macintosh.

Daniel: McClintock, and
Muriel you should be rejoicing

that I found anyone at all.

I didn't expect you to sign up just anyone.

I was talking to statues at the park.

Muriel, nobody, nobody
wanted to take this on,

except the good professor.

What are his policies?

In fact, Muriel,

he won't have anything to say about them.

We're going to run a stealth campaign...

no posters, no lawn signs,
no street and greets,

he won't even attend the
all-candidate meetings.

What kind of a campaign is that?

You see he lost his beloved wife recently.

Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, but...

In fact I think you know
her, or know of her, anyway.

Marin Lee? Was his wife?

(Sympathetic exhale)

(Exhales)

I should just tell her,

Muriel don't sign, it's a sham.

But it's come to this, manipulation.

The very thing I've always hated,

and now I'm doing it.

(Jerry knocks)

At ease, soldier, just reporting for duty.

I don't think we were properly
introduced the last time.

Oh really, the chokehold isn't
your usual form of greeting?

(Chuckles)

Jerry Stockton.

Daniel Addis-oh, wow,

quite a grip you've got there, Jerry.

Jerry was in the war.

World War II.

No, Korea.

Face to face with the scourge of communism.

See these hands?

They've waited 60 years to kill again.

Muriel: Stop it, Jerry,
you're scaring the boy.

Jerry, if you could just sign right here.

Well, if we need a hundred
people to endorse a nomination,

I thought Jerry could be useful.

Mm-hmm.

Consider it done.

(Laughing)

Daniel: They're signing willingly, I hope.

Oh yes, of course.

Oh don't worry dear,

beneath all that bluster

is a man with the gentlest of touches.

We'll have a hundred names before lunch.

Oh, would you like to stay?

Uh, I grabbed a sandwich back on campus.

Besides I need to stop by national HQ

and see if they'll cover the deposit,

oh, and get started on the brochure.

For the stealth campaign.

It's our one concession
to politics, as usual.

So, I'll see you tomorrow then.

Hm-hm.

Hey gran. Linds!

What a lovely surprise.

Lindsay: I thought I'd drop by for lunch.

You're Daniel.

Ya hmm!

Yes, I actually said, ya hmm!

It's because what I meant
to say by way of response

was garbled by the sudden
chemical explosion in my brain.

So, you sure you won't stay for lunch?

Uh, you know what it
actually might make sense

for me to wait until Jerry has, got the,

has the finished signatures.

I'm so glad.

And you know, the food is not half-bad.

Okay, so, here is the deal.

We need to stake out three key issues

for our local candidate.

Then I'll run them past him,

and then I'll work them up
into a reasonable facsimile.

Jerry: Here's a local issue.

We need longer signals for traffic lights.

Yeah, that's a little too local.

Is it? You tried crossing
at the lights of late?

Those countdowns simply
don't take into account

the fact that some of us,

not me, are slowing down.

I think that's an
excellent proposal, Jerry.

I mean, we could contextualize it, um,

maybe improving street
safety for our aging,

but still ambulatory, population.

Jerry: Who needs an ambulance?

It means you can still walk.

I can do plenty more than walk.

Okay, look, I do appreciate
the help, but the fact is...

Marjorie: What we need is old age security

that stays in line with the cost of living.

That's good, but that's a national issue.

Marjorie: Ah, not to us, it ain't.

Donald: Yeah, but aren't
all politics local?

Residents: Yeah. Free transit for seniors.

Discount for the movie shows.

Mandatory visits by grandchildren.

Okay, okay folks, hold it, hold it,

hold it, everybody,

I really, I do appreciate the input.

I'm just trying to write a
campaign flyer here, okay?

It's not a democracy.

I look forward to this election

as an opportunity to fight for the Canada

that we all once knew and loved,

a Canada of caring, of compassion.

A Canada for all people

no matter their race, their colour,

or their standing.

And so I say to the Prime Minister,

ma'am, you had an option, sir.

You were elected on your promise

to restore this country's greatness,

but once you got in,

it was goodbye Charlie Brown.

And if you don't think that we
can snatch the ball from you,

I say, just watch us.

Thank you. Merci beaucoup. Merci beaucoup.

(Applause)

Always working?

Oh, no, no.

Oh there's my bus, see ya.

Lindsay: Gran asked me to
update the list for you.

Daniel: The list?

She asked me to update
the canvassing schedule

and the list of priority posts.

Oh.

I helped her out doing
her last campaign, so.

Oh, that's great because we
can use all the help we can get.

Stop announcement: Next
stop, Subach Street.

(Stop request dings)

Oh, well, this is me.

- Here?
- Yeah.

Daniel: There you go.

- Sorry.
- Whoa.

Are you going to be at school tomorrow,

because I can drop it off, the list?

Oh, no, you don't have to
come all the way out there.

- I go to U of O.
- Oh.

I'm doing an M.A. in kinesiology.

I guess gran didn't mention that either.

No.

Okay, well, bye.

(Laughs) Bye.

Kinesiology, study of
the body in motion. Uh...

(Crows caw)

(Knocking)

Hey. Ooh! What is this?

I'll tell you when you're older.

How was the first day of class?

Fascinating.

I guess so,

seeing as how you must have had to wing it.

Where did the... Oh.

A janitor found it.

Glad you think so highly
of my accumulated wisdom.

Honest mistake. I was distracted.

I'll take better care of it.

Now, look I wanted to go
over some points with you

for the campaign brochure.

Not interested.

It'll only take a minute.

It's already taken more time
than I'm willing to give.

Or have you forgotten our agreement?

Uh, no, no, I haven't. Have you?

Leave it there, lad.

(Sighs)

It's a water purification system,

my wife's idea.

The water in northern
communities is a disgrace...

full of contaminants,

especially on reserves.

The shame of the nation.

I'm drawing water from the ottawa river,

cleaning it with this baby.

That's the idea, anyway.

Wow, Angus, that's...

I mean...

Can... can we use this
in the campaign brochure?

Not on your bloody life.

I'll not have this work sullied

by being turned into a
cheap tactic to win votes.

No, of course not, I didn't mean to...

I'm sorry.

The binder.

Thousand dollars,

that's one comma zero zero z... I'm sorry?

Well, who can authorize it then?

(Knocking)

Uh-huh? And when will he be in?

Fine, I'll drop by in an hour then.

Thank you. Come in!

Hey.

Hey, Lindsay, hi.

I'm just about to go for a run,

but I thought I'd drop off
the canvassing schedule.

The can... yes, perfect, yes, yes, yes.

Wow, that's a lot of ground to cover.

Any chance you want to come knock
on a few doors with me or... ?

I would, honestly,

but if I don't get in fifteen miles today,

I'm totally screwed.

Yeah, you and me both, kiddo.

(Chuckles)

Um, but I would really like to help out,

so another time, okay?

Yeah, for sure. Enjoy your run.

Thanks.

Uh, kiddo?

Pete: Hey dude, these are heavy.

Hey, you guys said you wanted to
overcome student apathy, right,

you're almost there!

(Phone ringing)

Oh crap.

Hey, pick them up, please.

Daniel Addison?

Uh, is this the McClintock campaign?

Uh huh, who's this?

Norm: Norm Fontana, Ottawa Tribune.

Is this the Daniel Addison,

ace speech writer for George Quimby?

And what can I do for you?

Norm: I'd like to snag a one on one.

Uh yeah, I can't right now.

Norm: With the candidate, son.

Right, yeah, the thing is...

Norm look, um...

Let me put it straight to you.

Chain's running a series
called "Can't win candidates"

and your boy's the local feature.

Wait a second you're, sorry,

you're suggesting running an article

in the first week of the campaign

about how my guy is basically unelectable?

He is basically unelectable.

Suppose we let the
electorate decide that, okay?

He's not doing any interviews.

Come on, buddy,

I'm going to give your guy press

he can show his grandchildren

about what a decent,
upstanding citizen he was,

and how he took one for the team.

He doesn't have
grandchildren, so, thank you.

Why am I even arguing with this guy?

Angus wants to lose,
and I want Angus to lose.

I really hope he didn't hear that.

Guys let's go, let's go,

I gotta to stop by the
national campaign office

to pick up a cheque.

I couldn't help it, dude,
it was a great episode.

Nice.

Hey, what's in the box?

Well, that's kind of a funny story,

you see the national campaign

they won't put up the thou we need

to file Angus' nomination papers.

They were able to offer
us a free box of t-shirts,

with a slight imperfection.

Who's Chang?

Pete: How did they get
the signs up so fast?

Daniel: They probably
kept them in the garage

since the last election.

(Rings doorbell)

Hi, I'm Daniel Addison,
and I'm here on behalf of...

(door slams) Okay.

(Rings doorbell)

- Hi, I'm...
- The devil!

Okay, P one, you take the evens,

P two you take the odds.

You couldn't possibly
do worse than I just did.

Okay, but what if they want
to talk to the candidate.

Uh, you just make something up.

You wish to speak to the candidate?

Oh bummer, he just went into
the house up the street there,

but I could totally see
if he could drop by later.

Yo, may I interest you in this awesome...

(dog growling, barks) Ah!

Hi, and good afternoon to you sir.

How are you this fine afternoon?

I'm good.

Okay, doggy.

I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it.

(Dog barking) You do it! You do it!

Ow! Okay, okay.

(Chatter, music)

Pete: Dude, how can you eat?

Daniel: Hmm?

Pete: That was like, wrong.

Daniel: Oh, au contraire.

Guys, you know the party
has never taken more

than one half of one percent of the vote

in this polling area,

and look at you guys,

you guys found someone

who said she would
consider voting for Angus.

One person liked the sound of his name.

Little acorns, my friends, little acorns.

Oh, Daniel, dude, meeting voters sucks.

Yeah.

Okay, we need to totally
social network it up.

Bro, yo! Pete's dad got
him 7D for christmas, man,

- this thing is awesome.
- Awesome.

Yo, we could put together some videos,

post them on Youtube.

Yes! Yeah! Agh!

Daniel: But we won't, we won't, we won't,

because as I explained
we're going low-fi, right?

No viral videos, no plugs,
no pokes, no tweets, no likes.

Dude, are you trying to lose?

(Footsteps)

Daniel: Week one is coming to an end.

The campaign is off
and running and so am I.

(Shoes shuffling)

I know what you're thinking,

I'm trying to ingratiate
myself with Lindsay.

No, no, no, no,

see, she just reminded me, that's all.

I used to run, I used to be active,

before I became 24-7 policy walk.

Well, I walk no more, my life is mine.

Huh?

Agh! I'm okay.

(Wheezing, snoring)

Water!

(Groans) Scare easily, do ya?

Sorry, I didn't see you in my apartment.

Here, go ahead.

This isn't from your
rube goldberg tap, is it?

Oh no, laddie,

I'm a long way from finishing it.

I'd explain, but...

Well, you don't want to
hear me discuss flocculation.

Cheers.

I, I came up here to talk
to you about the campaign.

Is that what we're calling it?

There's a wellspring of
support for me on campus.

I'm listening.

Both the board of governors
and the faculty association

passed motions yesterday
supporting my candidacy.

It's a formality.

Well, yeah, perhaps.

But yesterday I was
cornered in the campus pub

by a young woman from the student paper

demanding an interview.

You didn't give her one, did you?

I'd had a few beers and
was feeling expansive.

How expansive, Angus?

I cannot recall,

but I'm sure it's going
to be the most fulsome

puff piece ever written.

Oh.

My candidacy will gain a profile

it was never intended to have.

Now I admit it was wrong of me to speak,

but it's up to you as my manager

to do something about it.

What is it you think I can do?

Well, that's your business.

I've not yet signed.

Oh. That's low.

I knew you'd understand, laddie.

Huh, glad you enjoyed a
taste of the Ottawa River.

(Spitting water)

(Chuckles)

(Groans)

(Sniffs)

(Beeps phone on)

(Practicing) Hey, hey, it's Daniel.

Hi! Hi, it's me, it's Daniel.

Ah, is this a good time?

I really appreciate this.

Lindsay: I'm glad you called.

I felt like a complete wuss

when I couldn't help you out the other day.

Well, you had your run to do, right?

By the way, I was wondering
if I could maybe get some

tips from you, some
like, some running tips?

You run?

Well, I don't know if
I call myself a runner,

per se, but...

Show time.

(Truck rumbles off)

(Door slams)

Easy peasy.

Well hurry, he's getting away.

(Starts engine and rumbles off)

Lindsay: Now what?

- Thank you.
- Lucky.

Okay.

(Groans)

Huh, oh, very nice.

(Chuckles)

Listen to this,

"every candidate in this country

should be thinking first
about the national interest,

second, about their constituents' interest,

and third, about their own interest."

This is good stuff.

I thought you'd said you'd already it.

You said it was full of factual errors.

It is!

And that's why it's such a shame

we've got to throw the
baby out with the bathwater.

Of course I would rather be
lying with her than to her.

How can I look into those dreamy eyes

that seem to change colour with the light,

and tell her that I'm
running a dummy campaign.

The only reason we're
destroying these papers

because it makes our guy look good.

No, no! It doesn't make any sense,

but at the moment nothing
in my life really does.

And that's the last of them.

All right.

(Raccoons squeaking)

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Is that a? Uh...

(Raccoons chitter)

Let's just say we don't
find out, let's go. Okay.

The look on your face.

My face? Your face!

Oh my god, it was probably just a rat.

Uh, rats are scary, okay?

Fearsome, I should know,

I spent years writing speeches for them.

Oh. (Chuckles)

I should go.

Hey, thank you for helping.

Yeah, any time.

And hey, thanks for including gran in this.

No thanks required, really.

I don't think you know
how much it means to her.

Everybody had written her
off, taken her for granted,

then along comes this hotshot
from the leader's office,

asking her advice, counting on her.

So thanks.

Lindsay...

No, no, you don't have
to say anything in return.

In fact, I'd kind of prefer it

if you kept your lips
together for a second.

(Phone ringing)

You're a busy man.

I'm... I'm not that busy.

I have a big run in the
morning, so, good night.

Good night. Ah!

(Phone ringing)

Addison.

I'm going to cut you in two, Addison,

I'm going to remove your
organs without anaesthetic,

and I'm going to leave
them for the birds to pluck.

And then, I'm going to kill the birds

and serve them to your mother for dinner.

My mother is vegan.

Stanton: Who the hell told you to
let your guy loose like that, hmm?

Dissing the policies of his own party?

And what is this crap

about serving the interest
of the country first?

You read a student newspaper?

Voters vote for local issues.

Yeah, I think what he meant to say...

Stanton: I don't care what he
was trying to say, he said it.

And the next time he spews
that kind of idealistic garbage,

it's on your head.

I don't know what rock you
found this bagpiper under,

but you stuff him back under that rock

until every last ballot
is counted, recounted,

and sealed! Capisce?

Sure, capisce.

(Car rumbles)

(Door slams)

(Sighs) Angus. Angus!

It's in your room.

What is?

Angus: The binder.

It was turned in by a
parking lot attendant.

I don't think you're taking
our deal very seriously.

Oh I am, I am,

that is why I have come for
the nomination papers, signed.

Haven't got to it yet.

Daniel: Well, then you'll get to it now,

because I just got yelled at,

and I don't like getting yelled at, Angus.

We made a deal, okay?

You stand for election,
I stand for your class,

we both win, right? Wrong!

Because not only am I not
winning, I am losing here.

And you know what I am losing?

I am losing my self-respect.

I manipulated a sweet, old woman

into backing your nomination,

and lied to her wonderful,

trusting, beautiful granddaughter.

Just sign the damn forms

so we can get on with the business

of losing this damn election. Okay?

(Water splashes)

Clothes!

Have you never seen
another man naked before?

Not one who has a key to my room.

You could use a dip yourself.

(Sighs)

There you are.

Only you haven't convinced
me you want to lose.

Oh but I do, I do.

I want to lose big.

I want to be trounced,

I want to be buried in a landslide,

I want to be humiliated.

Me thinks the laddie doth protest too much.

If you really wanted
to be out, you'd be out.

But I could see it the
night we struck our wee deal,

you love it.

It's in your blood, lad,

it courses through you like
the river cuts through the land.

I'm sorry. I uh...

we shouldn't have made this deal.

No, I'm not sure marin would have approved.

She had no love for
politics, or politicians.

She put her faith in action,

like the work I'm doing.

The song. Her favourite.

Hmm.

Angus, if you want to back out...

I've never backed out of
a thing in my life, laddie.

Okay.

Okay, well then from here on in,

no more interviews, no
more anything, really.

And four weeks from
now, this'll all be over.

You will have lost, I will have won,

and we can both get on with our lives.

Okay.

(Heavy sigh)

(Grunts)

(Glass clinks, liquid pours)

(Emotional breaths)

My friends, Canada.

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