Acting Good (2022) s02e06 Episode Script
Roger That
1
Roger: This is not a test.
I repeat, this is not a test.
Roger has been short-changed,
stiffed, bamboozled,
hood-winked, greased,
conned, swindled.
A real Montreal screw-job.
This is not a test.
Jo: What the hell
is that sound?
Is that a new song
by Big Makwa? Meh'.
I don't know,
but it probably has something
to do with
this email Roger sent.
The one with the subject line
that says, "I quit?"
Yeah, that one.
- It was sent yesterday.
- Rose!
We have to fix this.
Okay, let me respond,
because it's my job.
- Got it.
- "Okay, den. From Jo."
Send!-
- Nailed it.
- Good one.
♪Yes, I can love you baby ♪
♪All night long ♪
Hey, big sis. I need your help.
I just tried Little Fatty's
Maximum Overkill.
They use salt from
the Atlantic Ocean.
Not now. We have a crisis.
Oh. Hey, Rose.-
Hello, band office.
Can we talk over here?
He's just trying
to borrow money.
As if.
Jo, I need to borrow money.
Can you fuck off?
Come on, man. It's an emergency!
This is the thirstiest
I've ever been in my whole life.
I'm fucking scared, man.
Just drink some water.
Yuck! That's the worst
part about juice.
Gramps McKay said he's going
to throw shitty ass diapers
at our door if we don't
get someone on the radio.
Fuck sakes.
If you want to
make money so bad,
here's your chance to earn some.
I just wanna borrow money,
I don't wanna earn it.
Rose: Okay. We don't know where
he is either.
Ah!
- Rose: Alright, then.
- You could impress Rose.
What do I gotta do?
Get on the radio.
Take some calls,
play some songs.
Use that big mouth of yours.
Okay, fine, I'll do it,
but first I need a payday
advance for some pop.
Jarred!
I'm just going to buy
some more potato chips.
Uh, excuse me,
I got no time to talk.
Working man coming through.
"Okay den?"
Twenty years of nearly
perfect work on the radio
and that's all she can say?
Paul: Hello?
Is this thing on or what?
Where's all the radio buttons
that do all the radio stuff?
- Testing. Salt and vinegar.
- Salt and vinegar.
There's too many dials
and switches on this thing.
Man, what is this?
A spaceship or a radio station?
I feel like Luke Skinwalker
up in here.
♪
As the rain melts my eyes,
the sky is grey.
♪My real dad's name
is Ray ♪
All right,
that was Waylon Jennings
or it could have
been Cher.
We're going
to let you decide.
We're gonna take a caller.
Who do ya got?
- Rita: Put Roger back on!
- You're no damn good.
Uh, next caller.
Why would Roger just up
and leave like that?
Ooh, I know. Maybe the answer
to why he left is in this email
he sent with
the subject line
"Reasons why I left."
Rose!
Shit, well, go ahead
and read them all out.
- Okay.
- His reason is budget cuts.
Hey, you did that.
Fuck, this is boring.
What's this?
"Roger That: A self-published
memoir by Roger Laughingstick."
Well, Grouse Lake,
do I or do I not
do not read?
He's not going to read
a "do not read" is he?
That'd be so embarrassing
for Roger if he did.
Paul:
Chapter Beezzhig.
He's doing it!
Paul: It was the best of times,
it was the rez of times.
- 1996.
- The year of the Toonie.
I didn't want to
leave Grouse Lake
but my dreams were too
big for this one-horse Rez.
I was freshly graduated from
the Gift of the Gab Radio School
and I started
my first day on the job.
My dreams were as big
as everyone's fanny packs.
Welcome back
to Toba 89.6,
Winnipeg's Okayest
Rock station,
with everyone's
favourite show,
On the Fly with Micky Fly.
♪
- Wow.
- How does he do it?
♪
Welcome back
to Toba 89.6,
with everyone's
favourite show,
Roger in the City.
Looks like we got
another caller.
- Man: Hey, Roger.
- It's your biggest fan,
Elijah Harper.
If it wasn't for you,
I never would have turned down
the Meech Lake Accord.
Hold that thought, Elijah.
- Woman: Hey, Roger.
- It's your biggest fan,
Shania Twain.
- Roger? Roger!
- Do you read me?
- Oh. Hey, Crystal.
- Sorry.
Were you just dreaming
about being in his spot?
Uh, no. I was just getting ready
to do the traffic report.
Micky, get this. Traffic guy
wants to do what you do.
Oh, this just in, Crystal,
not everyone can get the city
buzzing like Micky Fly.
It's not that funny.
It's not funny?
Crystal:
Wait a second.
You didn't think "Buzzin' like
Micky Fly" was funny?
You know how long it took me
to perfect this laugh?
Years.
Fuckin' years.
You don't learn to laugh
like this in radio school, guy.
Let's hear your laugh,
traffic boy.
Yeah.
Can you
say something funny?
This guy needs
a lead-in.
Okay, man.
No, I don't. Watch.
I'll laugh
out of the blue.
Let me give you
some free advice.
I didn't become Winnipeg's
top laugher by fucking around.
Yeah, pay attention.
My laugh used to
be a wild stallion,
'til I threw
a lasso on it.
I tamed it
and combed its mane.
Now, it will do
what I say when I say it.
Here, girl.
Ah, here it comes.
Just over the horizon.
Wow.
Kid, you gotta
control your laugh,
or your laugh
will control you.
- All right.
- Now, get on the air.
There's an umbrella in
the middle of Portage
and traffic's
at a stand-still.
Paul: All right, caller,
you're on the air!
Gramps:
Slow the fuck down, boy,
and stop breathing so heavy.
What do you want, Gramps?!
Gramps:
Oh, I lost a transmission
driving over an umbrella once.
Boy, it still
pisses me off.
You gotta let that go, man.
Gramps:
Oh, just keep reading.
All the elders want
to know how it ends.
Well, leave me alone, den!
Wait a minute.
This looks like
a good part.
This could be
the end of me.
- Roger!
- Roger, get in here!
- Hurry!
- Yeah, I'll call you back.
- What's up?
- Another umbrella?
No, it's Micky!-
He just started laughing at one
of his own jokes
- and now he just
- he can't stop.
I can't!
- A laugh flu.
- I've heard of that!
Some DJs,
they never come out.
Micky:
You gotta control your laugh
You gotta control your laugh,
or your laugh will control you.
The stallion
finally bucked him.
Can you get on the air?
Have you been practicing
your laughing schtick?
- Oh, shit yeah.
- Wanna hear it?
- No, there's
- there's no time! Just--
Just get in there
and tame the beast. Go!
Now, Roger!
You're listening
to Toba 89.6
Winnipeg's Okayest
Rock Station.
I'm DJ Roger Laughingmug.
Laughinghat?
Laughing tire?
Why is there a tire
in here?
- Wait!
- Laughingstick!
Roger Laughingstick.
Paul: Shit!
I fucked up Roger's storybook!
Jo, I need more pop money.
Fok'n guy.
Paul:
Sorry, Grouse Lake.
We're having, uh,
technical difficulties.
The words are all melted.
Caller, you're on!
Dean: Hey, man.
You fucked up Roger's memory.
It's actually
pronounced "memoir."
It's French!
It means telling your own story!
- Dean: Nah, bro.
- It's called a memory,
because he's
remembering his life.
Just read a dry part.
Duh! What do you
think I'm trying to do?
- Okay, here's something.
- Chapter N'shwaaswi.
"To thine own self be true."
Mn'ehh.
"I'm not going to lie.
There was nothing more powerful
than having white people
hang on your every word."
Do you like it?
- Like it?
- I love it.
I always knew
you'd make it, Roger.
Even way back when you were just
a stupid no-talent traffic guy.
Speaking of traffic,
that the new guy?
Were you just dreaming
about being in his spot?
I was just getting ready
to do the traffic report.
Roger, get this. Traffic guy
wants to do what you do.
Hey, kid.
Comb that mane
or a stallion will
lasso the horizon.
- Hey, Micky.
- You missed a spot.
You're riffing with Roger.
Man:
Hey, Roger. It's me!
Who's me?
Uncle McKay
up in Grouse Lake.
More like Gross Lake.
Uncle McKay:
Enough, boy.
I'm just calling
because you gotta come home
and host treaty days.
Everyone misses you.
I'll have my manager
call my agent
and see
if I have any openings.
- Uncle McKay: Okay, great!
- We can't wait to see--
Paul: What the fuck!?
You're telling me,
Roger can take off to the city
and act good, but when I do it
everyone hates me?
- That's bullshit!
- Caller, you're on!
Chickadee:
It's different when you did it,
because you're
a massive chode.
Oh, looks like we lost
the caller.
Sorry, Chickadee.
Must be real windy over there
in Asshole Lane.
Chapter
N'shwaasmitaana.
"The bologna
slices were thick,
but the ham slices
were even thicker.
Things were cooking.
It was getting hot
in the studio,
but I was getting
even cooler outside."
♪My life is a stereo ♪
♪Turn me on
and let's go ♪
♪Turn me up louder ♪
♪I'll scream as loud
and clear as I can scream ♪
♪And if you like
what you're hearing ♪
♪Please hang on to me ♪
- There you are.
- You're late.
- Am I?
- Or are you early?
- No, no.
- You're definitely late.
We had to grab two guys
to fill in for you.
Micky Fly
and the traffic guy?
Two DJs at the same time
will never work.
I love you, Roger,
you know I do,
but you're the one
that's sliding.
Now, hurry up.
We'll swap you back in at break.
Hey, is that my hot sauce?
These look great!
They got the sauce part right,
but it's missing the hot!
That's because it's ketchup.
What?
Uh, the company put
the wrong sauce in the bottle,
but we can
send it back, okay?
Nah, just keep it.
Everything's spicy
to white people.
Greg: Actually, on behalf of
white people, I object to that.
Oh. Hey, Greg.
Greg: It feels like
a generalization to say
that everything is
spicy to white people.
I've been known to go a little
heavy on the pepper myself--
Oh, shut up, Greg!
- Where was I?
- Oh, yeah.
The part where Roger
was acting way too good.
Here we go.
"I only ever looked
ahead to the future,
but every once in a while,
your past catches up."
Crystal:
Your interview's here.
Interview?
Crystal:
From the band Big Makwa.
Says she knows you
from back home.
Oh, right.
She has a single out
called "Eagle Heart,"
and you agreed to
feature it, remember?
I guess
I can squeeze her in,
but I'm not taking
these cucumbers off.
Well, if it ain't
old Roger Dodger.
I remember swimming around in
ditches with you in our diapers.
Maybe you haven't heard,
but I don't swim around
in diapers anymore.
- Ho'leh, Roger.
- Just fuckin' around.
All this fame is getting
to your cucumber head.
- Crystal: All right, let's go.
- You're on.
Welcome back to
Laughingstick in the Afternoon.
I've got none other than
my good old friend Deedee
from Big Makwa with
her latest hit, "Pigeon Heart."
"Eagle Heart!"
They're all birds to me.
Since when do you
laugh like that?
Let's just play the song.
Are you trying to ruin
the show?
Look at you,
part Elton John,
part veggie platter.
Okay, now you're jealous.
I don't know whether
to slap you silly
or dip you
in ranch dressing.
You're the one acting good,
with your leather jacket.
Actually,
where did you get that?
Look, Roger,
I ain't here for my song.
Then what do you want?
Been on the road too long,
- and for what?
- Fame?
Who needs it?
If you're tired,
take a nap.
I'm going home.
And you,
you should come with me.
Think about it.
Me as chief,
you hosting the radio.
Grouse Lake would be deadly!
You want me to
leave all of this.
Why the hell not?
Because I got everything
a man could ask for here.
Look, Roger, people talk.
I know what happened to Micky,
and if you let all this shit
get to your already big head,
then
Boom!
That's never going
to happen to me.
I'll be leaving
in three days,
and I'm going to buy
two tickets to Grouse Lake.
The rest is up to you.
Paul:
All right.
Here we go.
- Chapter Ningodwaak.
- The Last Laugh.
"Things may have gotten carried
away for your old pal Roger,
but Laughingstick wasn't
about to laugh his head off."
We're going
to miss you, Roger,
but I wish you well
on your vision quest.
Ho'leh, woman.
I'm just going home.
So, you're really leaving?
Would a dual valve espresso
machine change your mind?
Sounds nice,
but no thanks.
A spoon rack.
For the coffees?
That's right!
And we could get you all
those humidifiers that you need.
- Really?
- What about a pay raise.
Of course!
I could even get you all those
expensive creams you like.
A bottle
for every body part.
I'm going to
have to say no, Crystal.
Well, can't say
I didn't try.
Paul: All right,
Grouse Lake.
If you're still with us,
we're shutting her down.
No more calls,
no more words.
And, Roger,
if you're out there,
we want you back.
I don't know how
you do any of this.
I've been on the air
for just a few hours,
and I already
need a nap.
And you showed me that
you can come back from the city
and you don't have
to be a giant dink.
And you also taught us
that it was Chief Jo's
budget cuts that made you
go away in the first place,
and I love the fact
that she fucked up
way more than I ever did.
- Sorry, Jo.
- I'm all out of pop money.
This DJ is signing off.
- Eh, fuck off, Paul.
- I had to.
Deedee let the budget
get way out of control.
But you also beat
Deedee in the election.
Jo, she's the reason
he came back.
- Okay, already.
- I'll get him back then.
Roger:
Hello, Grouse Lake.
Old Laughingstick is back.
But only for a sec.
Thanks to Paul
for reading my memoir.
But if I woulda known
that someone was gonna
read my memoir on air,
I never would have left it
perfectly placed under a lamp.
I am outraged,
but mostly at Chief Jo.
I know you probably
have questions.
And looky here.
We have
a surprise guest.
- Hi, Roger.
- Chief Jo here.
I just wanted to take
a minute to, you know--
Go on.
To say
just say stuff that
makes you feel better.
Like what kind
of stuff, Jo?
That that's a nice shirt.
And?
You can have your budget back.
- I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you.
- Can you speak up?
You can have
your budget back.
And?
And you're the best
and we need you?
Okay?
This is bullshit!
You heard it, people.
Chief Jo needs
old Laughingstick back.
The board
is lighting up.
It's good to be back,
Grouse Lake!
This one's for you, Deedee.
♪
Hi, there.
You might remember me from
such things as the radio.
This sauce is as red
as the road our people
walk on,
and you too, white man,
can now walk the same road.
You can put my red sauce
on anything you like.
Basically, anything that
you would put ketchup on,
but it's not ketchup.
Chief Red Sauce.
It's definitely not ketchup.
♪My life is a stereo ♪
♪Turn me on and let's go ♪
♪Turn me up louder ♪
♪I'll scream as loud
and clear as I can scream ♪
♪And if you like
what you're hearing ♪
♪Please hang on to me ♪
♪
♪Well, I like being here ♪
♪And I'm all hooked up wrong ♪
♪Hang on to me ♪
♪Though I'm one of a million ♪
♪One of a million,
one of a million ♪
Roger: This is not a test.
I repeat, this is not a test.
Roger has been short-changed,
stiffed, bamboozled,
hood-winked, greased,
conned, swindled.
A real Montreal screw-job.
This is not a test.
Jo: What the hell
is that sound?
Is that a new song
by Big Makwa? Meh'.
I don't know,
but it probably has something
to do with
this email Roger sent.
The one with the subject line
that says, "I quit?"
Yeah, that one.
- It was sent yesterday.
- Rose!
We have to fix this.
Okay, let me respond,
because it's my job.
- Got it.
- "Okay, den. From Jo."
Send!-
- Nailed it.
- Good one.
♪Yes, I can love you baby ♪
♪All night long ♪
Hey, big sis. I need your help.
I just tried Little Fatty's
Maximum Overkill.
They use salt from
the Atlantic Ocean.
Not now. We have a crisis.
Oh. Hey, Rose.-
Hello, band office.
Can we talk over here?
He's just trying
to borrow money.
As if.
Jo, I need to borrow money.
Can you fuck off?
Come on, man. It's an emergency!
This is the thirstiest
I've ever been in my whole life.
I'm fucking scared, man.
Just drink some water.
Yuck! That's the worst
part about juice.
Gramps McKay said he's going
to throw shitty ass diapers
at our door if we don't
get someone on the radio.
Fuck sakes.
If you want to
make money so bad,
here's your chance to earn some.
I just wanna borrow money,
I don't wanna earn it.
Rose: Okay. We don't know where
he is either.
Ah!
- Rose: Alright, then.
- You could impress Rose.
What do I gotta do?
Get on the radio.
Take some calls,
play some songs.
Use that big mouth of yours.
Okay, fine, I'll do it,
but first I need a payday
advance for some pop.
Jarred!
I'm just going to buy
some more potato chips.
Uh, excuse me,
I got no time to talk.
Working man coming through.
"Okay den?"
Twenty years of nearly
perfect work on the radio
and that's all she can say?
Paul: Hello?
Is this thing on or what?
Where's all the radio buttons
that do all the radio stuff?
- Testing. Salt and vinegar.
- Salt and vinegar.
There's too many dials
and switches on this thing.
Man, what is this?
A spaceship or a radio station?
I feel like Luke Skinwalker
up in here.
♪
As the rain melts my eyes,
the sky is grey.
♪My real dad's name
is Ray ♪
All right,
that was Waylon Jennings
or it could have
been Cher.
We're going
to let you decide.
We're gonna take a caller.
Who do ya got?
- Rita: Put Roger back on!
- You're no damn good.
Uh, next caller.
Why would Roger just up
and leave like that?
Ooh, I know. Maybe the answer
to why he left is in this email
he sent with
the subject line
"Reasons why I left."
Rose!
Shit, well, go ahead
and read them all out.
- Okay.
- His reason is budget cuts.
Hey, you did that.
Fuck, this is boring.
What's this?
"Roger That: A self-published
memoir by Roger Laughingstick."
Well, Grouse Lake,
do I or do I not
do not read?
He's not going to read
a "do not read" is he?
That'd be so embarrassing
for Roger if he did.
Paul:
Chapter Beezzhig.
He's doing it!
Paul: It was the best of times,
it was the rez of times.
- 1996.
- The year of the Toonie.
I didn't want to
leave Grouse Lake
but my dreams were too
big for this one-horse Rez.
I was freshly graduated from
the Gift of the Gab Radio School
and I started
my first day on the job.
My dreams were as big
as everyone's fanny packs.
Welcome back
to Toba 89.6,
Winnipeg's Okayest
Rock station,
with everyone's
favourite show,
On the Fly with Micky Fly.
♪
- Wow.
- How does he do it?
♪
Welcome back
to Toba 89.6,
with everyone's
favourite show,
Roger in the City.
Looks like we got
another caller.
- Man: Hey, Roger.
- It's your biggest fan,
Elijah Harper.
If it wasn't for you,
I never would have turned down
the Meech Lake Accord.
Hold that thought, Elijah.
- Woman: Hey, Roger.
- It's your biggest fan,
Shania Twain.
- Roger? Roger!
- Do you read me?
- Oh. Hey, Crystal.
- Sorry.
Were you just dreaming
about being in his spot?
Uh, no. I was just getting ready
to do the traffic report.
Micky, get this. Traffic guy
wants to do what you do.
Oh, this just in, Crystal,
not everyone can get the city
buzzing like Micky Fly.
It's not that funny.
It's not funny?
Crystal:
Wait a second.
You didn't think "Buzzin' like
Micky Fly" was funny?
You know how long it took me
to perfect this laugh?
Years.
Fuckin' years.
You don't learn to laugh
like this in radio school, guy.
Let's hear your laugh,
traffic boy.
Yeah.
Can you
say something funny?
This guy needs
a lead-in.
Okay, man.
No, I don't. Watch.
I'll laugh
out of the blue.
Let me give you
some free advice.
I didn't become Winnipeg's
top laugher by fucking around.
Yeah, pay attention.
My laugh used to
be a wild stallion,
'til I threw
a lasso on it.
I tamed it
and combed its mane.
Now, it will do
what I say when I say it.
Here, girl.
Ah, here it comes.
Just over the horizon.
Wow.
Kid, you gotta
control your laugh,
or your laugh
will control you.
- All right.
- Now, get on the air.
There's an umbrella in
the middle of Portage
and traffic's
at a stand-still.
Paul: All right, caller,
you're on the air!
Gramps:
Slow the fuck down, boy,
and stop breathing so heavy.
What do you want, Gramps?!
Gramps:
Oh, I lost a transmission
driving over an umbrella once.
Boy, it still
pisses me off.
You gotta let that go, man.
Gramps:
Oh, just keep reading.
All the elders want
to know how it ends.
Well, leave me alone, den!
Wait a minute.
This looks like
a good part.
This could be
the end of me.
- Roger!
- Roger, get in here!
- Hurry!
- Yeah, I'll call you back.
- What's up?
- Another umbrella?
No, it's Micky!-
He just started laughing at one
of his own jokes
- and now he just
- he can't stop.
I can't!
- A laugh flu.
- I've heard of that!
Some DJs,
they never come out.
Micky:
You gotta control your laugh
You gotta control your laugh,
or your laugh will control you.
The stallion
finally bucked him.
Can you get on the air?
Have you been practicing
your laughing schtick?
- Oh, shit yeah.
- Wanna hear it?
- No, there's
- there's no time! Just--
Just get in there
and tame the beast. Go!
Now, Roger!
You're listening
to Toba 89.6
Winnipeg's Okayest
Rock Station.
I'm DJ Roger Laughingmug.
Laughinghat?
Laughing tire?
Why is there a tire
in here?
- Wait!
- Laughingstick!
Roger Laughingstick.
Paul: Shit!
I fucked up Roger's storybook!
Jo, I need more pop money.
Fok'n guy.
Paul:
Sorry, Grouse Lake.
We're having, uh,
technical difficulties.
The words are all melted.
Caller, you're on!
Dean: Hey, man.
You fucked up Roger's memory.
It's actually
pronounced "memoir."
It's French!
It means telling your own story!
- Dean: Nah, bro.
- It's called a memory,
because he's
remembering his life.
Just read a dry part.
Duh! What do you
think I'm trying to do?
- Okay, here's something.
- Chapter N'shwaaswi.
"To thine own self be true."
Mn'ehh.
"I'm not going to lie.
There was nothing more powerful
than having white people
hang on your every word."
Do you like it?
- Like it?
- I love it.
I always knew
you'd make it, Roger.
Even way back when you were just
a stupid no-talent traffic guy.
Speaking of traffic,
that the new guy?
Were you just dreaming
about being in his spot?
I was just getting ready
to do the traffic report.
Roger, get this. Traffic guy
wants to do what you do.
Hey, kid.
Comb that mane
or a stallion will
lasso the horizon.
- Hey, Micky.
- You missed a spot.
You're riffing with Roger.
Man:
Hey, Roger. It's me!
Who's me?
Uncle McKay
up in Grouse Lake.
More like Gross Lake.
Uncle McKay:
Enough, boy.
I'm just calling
because you gotta come home
and host treaty days.
Everyone misses you.
I'll have my manager
call my agent
and see
if I have any openings.
- Uncle McKay: Okay, great!
- We can't wait to see--
Paul: What the fuck!?
You're telling me,
Roger can take off to the city
and act good, but when I do it
everyone hates me?
- That's bullshit!
- Caller, you're on!
Chickadee:
It's different when you did it,
because you're
a massive chode.
Oh, looks like we lost
the caller.
Sorry, Chickadee.
Must be real windy over there
in Asshole Lane.
Chapter
N'shwaasmitaana.
"The bologna
slices were thick,
but the ham slices
were even thicker.
Things were cooking.
It was getting hot
in the studio,
but I was getting
even cooler outside."
♪My life is a stereo ♪
♪Turn me on
and let's go ♪
♪Turn me up louder ♪
♪I'll scream as loud
and clear as I can scream ♪
♪And if you like
what you're hearing ♪
♪Please hang on to me ♪
- There you are.
- You're late.
- Am I?
- Or are you early?
- No, no.
- You're definitely late.
We had to grab two guys
to fill in for you.
Micky Fly
and the traffic guy?
Two DJs at the same time
will never work.
I love you, Roger,
you know I do,
but you're the one
that's sliding.
Now, hurry up.
We'll swap you back in at break.
Hey, is that my hot sauce?
These look great!
They got the sauce part right,
but it's missing the hot!
That's because it's ketchup.
What?
Uh, the company put
the wrong sauce in the bottle,
but we can
send it back, okay?
Nah, just keep it.
Everything's spicy
to white people.
Greg: Actually, on behalf of
white people, I object to that.
Oh. Hey, Greg.
Greg: It feels like
a generalization to say
that everything is
spicy to white people.
I've been known to go a little
heavy on the pepper myself--
Oh, shut up, Greg!
- Where was I?
- Oh, yeah.
The part where Roger
was acting way too good.
Here we go.
"I only ever looked
ahead to the future,
but every once in a while,
your past catches up."
Crystal:
Your interview's here.
Interview?
Crystal:
From the band Big Makwa.
Says she knows you
from back home.
Oh, right.
She has a single out
called "Eagle Heart,"
and you agreed to
feature it, remember?
I guess
I can squeeze her in,
but I'm not taking
these cucumbers off.
Well, if it ain't
old Roger Dodger.
I remember swimming around in
ditches with you in our diapers.
Maybe you haven't heard,
but I don't swim around
in diapers anymore.
- Ho'leh, Roger.
- Just fuckin' around.
All this fame is getting
to your cucumber head.
- Crystal: All right, let's go.
- You're on.
Welcome back to
Laughingstick in the Afternoon.
I've got none other than
my good old friend Deedee
from Big Makwa with
her latest hit, "Pigeon Heart."
"Eagle Heart!"
They're all birds to me.
Since when do you
laugh like that?
Let's just play the song.
Are you trying to ruin
the show?
Look at you,
part Elton John,
part veggie platter.
Okay, now you're jealous.
I don't know whether
to slap you silly
or dip you
in ranch dressing.
You're the one acting good,
with your leather jacket.
Actually,
where did you get that?
Look, Roger,
I ain't here for my song.
Then what do you want?
Been on the road too long,
- and for what?
- Fame?
Who needs it?
If you're tired,
take a nap.
I'm going home.
And you,
you should come with me.
Think about it.
Me as chief,
you hosting the radio.
Grouse Lake would be deadly!
You want me to
leave all of this.
Why the hell not?
Because I got everything
a man could ask for here.
Look, Roger, people talk.
I know what happened to Micky,
and if you let all this shit
get to your already big head,
then
Boom!
That's never going
to happen to me.
I'll be leaving
in three days,
and I'm going to buy
two tickets to Grouse Lake.
The rest is up to you.
Paul:
All right.
Here we go.
- Chapter Ningodwaak.
- The Last Laugh.
"Things may have gotten carried
away for your old pal Roger,
but Laughingstick wasn't
about to laugh his head off."
We're going
to miss you, Roger,
but I wish you well
on your vision quest.
Ho'leh, woman.
I'm just going home.
So, you're really leaving?
Would a dual valve espresso
machine change your mind?
Sounds nice,
but no thanks.
A spoon rack.
For the coffees?
That's right!
And we could get you all
those humidifiers that you need.
- Really?
- What about a pay raise.
Of course!
I could even get you all those
expensive creams you like.
A bottle
for every body part.
I'm going to
have to say no, Crystal.
Well, can't say
I didn't try.
Paul: All right,
Grouse Lake.
If you're still with us,
we're shutting her down.
No more calls,
no more words.
And, Roger,
if you're out there,
we want you back.
I don't know how
you do any of this.
I've been on the air
for just a few hours,
and I already
need a nap.
And you showed me that
you can come back from the city
and you don't have
to be a giant dink.
And you also taught us
that it was Chief Jo's
budget cuts that made you
go away in the first place,
and I love the fact
that she fucked up
way more than I ever did.
- Sorry, Jo.
- I'm all out of pop money.
This DJ is signing off.
- Eh, fuck off, Paul.
- I had to.
Deedee let the budget
get way out of control.
But you also beat
Deedee in the election.
Jo, she's the reason
he came back.
- Okay, already.
- I'll get him back then.
Roger:
Hello, Grouse Lake.
Old Laughingstick is back.
But only for a sec.
Thanks to Paul
for reading my memoir.
But if I woulda known
that someone was gonna
read my memoir on air,
I never would have left it
perfectly placed under a lamp.
I am outraged,
but mostly at Chief Jo.
I know you probably
have questions.
And looky here.
We have
a surprise guest.
- Hi, Roger.
- Chief Jo here.
I just wanted to take
a minute to, you know--
Go on.
To say
just say stuff that
makes you feel better.
Like what kind
of stuff, Jo?
That that's a nice shirt.
And?
You can have your budget back.
- I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you.
- Can you speak up?
You can have
your budget back.
And?
And you're the best
and we need you?
Okay?
This is bullshit!
You heard it, people.
Chief Jo needs
old Laughingstick back.
The board
is lighting up.
It's good to be back,
Grouse Lake!
This one's for you, Deedee.
♪
Hi, there.
You might remember me from
such things as the radio.
This sauce is as red
as the road our people
walk on,
and you too, white man,
can now walk the same road.
You can put my red sauce
on anything you like.
Basically, anything that
you would put ketchup on,
but it's not ketchup.
Chief Red Sauce.
It's definitely not ketchup.
♪My life is a stereo ♪
♪Turn me on and let's go ♪
♪Turn me up louder ♪
♪I'll scream as loud
and clear as I can scream ♪
♪And if you like
what you're hearing ♪
♪Please hang on to me ♪
♪
♪Well, I like being here ♪
♪And I'm all hooked up wrong ♪
♪Hang on to me ♪
♪Though I'm one of a million ♪
♪One of a million,
one of a million ♪