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- You have rebuilt yourself from rubble and caffeine.

You have a plan A, a plan B, a plan Z.

�Cause a bad bitch boss plans every detail.

And tonight is going to be magic.

(thud) Let�s go!

- Oh, you look beautiful.

(all gasp)

(Millie): Ho-lay! (Colin): Gosh, look at her.

(Jason): Amazing. (Siaja): Thanks, guys.

(dreamy music)

- Wow. You look, uh...

Fine, I guess.

- Thanks, you look...

Fine, too. I guess.

- Thanks. - Okay, uh, family photo time.

(Neevee): Bun! - Everybody in.

That button there... That goes there. Okay.

(Millie): Everybody, squish. (Alistair): Three, two, one.

And one... more. (shutter snaps repeatedly)

Got it.

And just me and you.

(shutter snapping) (Siaja): Okay, Dad, we gotta go.

- Thanks.

- All right, Bun, let�s go!

- When did she start calling you Dad?

- October 19th. It was a Sunday.

(chucking)

- Okay, Team Winter Ball! (claps)

Let�s suit up. (Neevee): Oh, hold on.

You don�t look quite done.

- What? Uh...

(Neevee): You got this. - Thanks, Mom.

(distant rumbling)

That�s not a storm coming, is it?

That wasn�t in the forecast.

- Uh, it is now.

(? Beck + Call ? by July Talk feat. Tanya Tagaq)

? At your, at your beck and call ?

? Hey! ?

(wind blowing)

- Okay.

- Oh, wow. - We got one hour.

Bun, go hang out in the office.

Do not wander, do not follow any strange noises,

and do not follow Millie. (scoffs)

- Oh, fair. - Got it.

- All right, through here. - Yeah.

(shivers) - It�s cold in here.

(Siaja gasps)

Wow! - Oh my God.

- Um, why are you sitting in the dark?

- I�m conserving energy.

Tonight�s power bill is going to murder us.

Did you know that there�s a storm on the way?

They might have to shut the whole town down!

- It�s not that bad. - Did I mention...

the mayor invited our funder to send a representative?

- That�s great! They�ll see that Ice Cove

is ready for the big leagues. - Yeah, the people that risked

their annual budget on your big idea.

The people who conduct my job review,

coming here for our ball.

- Well, it�s great that we have a storm plan.

Okay, so... Millie, we�ll need extra coat racks

for the blizzard wear. - Okay.

- And let�s make sure the walkway�s shovelled

every hour. And we�re Inuit!

We can handle a bit of snow, right?

- We survive up here by knowing when to not go out in storms.

And conditions are getting way worse.

- But the roads are still open.

- All right. What can I do to help?

- We�ve got an important rep coming.

You know how to schmooze VIPs, right?

- I feel a little dirty afterwards,

but I will sacrifice my dignity for the greater good.

Anything else, milady? - Can you turn up the heat?

The thermostat�s in the office.

- Yeah, yeah. On it.

- "Milady." (scoffs)

- Your Highness.

Dude! Hey! I�ve got a question for you.

- Hey. - Can I ask your advice?

Do you think it�s the right time

for me to make a move with Siaja?

- Oh my God, yes!

It is the perfect night for a grand gesture.

- Yeah? - What are you thinking?

Flash mob? Fireworks? Flowers?

- I was just gonna ask her to dance.

- Oh. Yeah. Better to keep it simple.

Hey, can you check the ETA of Elisapie�s flight?

I gotta get Helen her "medicine." Urgently.

- Of course, yeah. - Okay.

Huzzah. - Huzzah.

- Oh, you don�t have to do that. I�ll clean it up later.

- It�s okay.

(Alistair sighs) Um...

You�re gonna sprain your spine.

Give me it. - No, I�ve got it.

- Oh... come on, let me help. - Okay.

- Okay...

(knocking at the door) (Kati): Knock knock!

Oh my God, it is getting crazy out there.

Are you riding with us? - Yeah.

But we should take my Ski-Doo instead of your truck?

The storm�s really picking up.

- Okay. - Uh, yeah, okay.

(quiet music)

- Anyone in their right mind is in their footed pyjamas

drinking Armagnac under a weighted blanket right now.

I have heartburn.

Siaja, do you know why I have heartburn?

- Because you make your own wine?

It�s because I let you convince me

to go big on the ball and now no one�s gonna show up.

It�s just like my seventh-grade birthday party all over again.

(door opens)

Oh shit! The mayor�s here.

- I tried calling but the calls kept dropping.

I am so humbled to introduce you to our surprise guest,

the Premier of Nunavut,

Inutsiaq Kunuk. - Hi.

- Premier? Hello.

- She heard Elisapie was performing here tonight

and decided to come evaluate your ball project herself.

- Elisapie is my favourite artist.

- Yeah, wasn�t the party supposed to start at 7:00?

- It�ll fill in. Only losers show up to these things on time.

(Siaja clears throat) - I�m Siaja

and you have perfect timing.

Everyone�s a little bit delayed because of the storm.

- Well, I�m glad the hotel is only a street away.

- All right, well, let�s get you warmed up

with some country food hors d�oeuvres.

(Mayor): Ooh.

(indistinct speaking)

- Did the mayor fail to mention that the representative

was the top frickin� politician in the territory?

Hey, where are you guys going with that?

- Storm�s ramping up. Roads are drifting over.

No one�s coming. - Oh yes they are.

I�ve got the goddamn premier here

and she�s expecting a goddamn party.

Oh, there you are! I need you. - Okay, thank you. Bye.

- Our VIP is talking to Helen.

- Oh, Helen�s not talking,

she�s just sweating and making weird noises.

- We�ve actually got bigger problems than that right now.

Uh, it�s Elisapie.

- Elisapie the elder or...

- Elisapie the rock star. Um...

Her plane was diverted to Natsilik.

- But the VIP�s plane just landed.

- Visibility�s getting even worse,

so Ice Cove has closed the airport until tomorrow

so there�s no planes coming in or out.

- So we have no headliner for the winter ball.

(Millie): No! She�s so close yet so far...

(wind blowing)

- Your ex lives in Natsilik, right?

- Yeah. - Do you think he could

get Elisapie and her band here by Ski-Doo?

- It�s worth a shot.

Okay.

- Guests are still making their way through the storm.

But it will be a shame

if we spent all this money for nothing.

- Yeah.

(drumming)

(Helen): Great party!

Thanks.

Aw, let�s dance!

(Helen grunts)

Get it!

(drumming continues)

(failed delivery notification)

- Okay, let�s go!

(engine revving)

(indistinct chatter)

- Wow!

- The ball is today, right? - It�s still early.

- Yeah.

- Ta. Hi!

(chattering in Inuktut)

- Hey! I thought we were the only ones crazy enough

to risk the ride over.

- Hey, so you and the slut are friends now?

- I�m... I�m trying to be a bigger person.

- Oh, phew. �Cause I really like her novels.

They�re so nasty in the best way.

(laughter)

- Hello?

(failed delivery notification)

I think my ex might have blocked me.

- No, the cell signal�s down. - Oh, that makes more sense.

(Siaja sighs)

- Welcome, welcome. Thank you so much for coming.

- Oh, wow. Is, uh... is that the premier?

- Yeah, Kuuk was supposed to entertain them. No big deal.

- Oh, okay. I got you.

It�s okay. Madam Premier!

Let me introduce myself, Alistair.

- Hey, it looks great in here. Are you okay?

- No! Are the roads really that bad?

- Ski-Doos are still on the road,

but not everybody has a Ski-Doo.

- Kids and elders can�t walk in the storm

and they can�t even call for a ride if they needed one.

We�ll get shut down and never get funding again.

- Okay, no, it�s still early, all right?

Never panic in a storm. They�ll find a way to get here.

Everything�s gonna be fine.

(generators wind down)

- Oh! (screams)

(Jeffrey): Well, this snowstorm turned into a shitstorm.

(Neevee): Ugh, Jeffrey. (Helen): Siaja! What�s going on?

- Duh, the power went out.

(loud clicking) (Siaja): Oh, there we go!

- Uh-oh, that�s not a good sign.

- I thought emergency lights were good?

- No, they�re battery-powered.

It means the generator�s not working.

(tense music)

- I just need a minute to think.

(Millie): Siaja! What are you doing?

(Siaja): Not panicking.

(ethereal music)

(Colin): Ahem!

- Are you thinking what I�m thinking?

- That we postpone and plan a smaller event next weekend?

- Definitely not what she was thinking.

- The storm�s not life-threatening.

The wind�s calming down.

The visibility�s low, but it�s not zero.

- There�s tons of snow, though.

- You know what else we have tons of?

- Style. - Charisma?

- Regrets.

- No! we have tons of people who are willing to help.

Hey, Sandy! There are too many people

stuck at home in their ball gowns.

They want to come but the roads are impassible.

What if we started an off-road public transport system

with the Ski-Doos? - Yeah, sure.

I can get the hunters together. We can do some Ski-Doo runs.

- Awesome! Inuk hunters to the rescue.

Thank you! Okay.

Jeffrey? Generator.

I believe in you. - Okay.

- Colin, get on that VHF radio and start hyping.

Okay, the winter ball is alive and well.

- Millie, we have qulliqs and candles

in the storage closet. It just got even more romantic.

- Okay! Where�s Kuuk? Can he help me?

- Great question. Where is he?

(Ski-Doo motor revving)

(Colin, on radio): The winter ball is still on.

Naomi and her accordion are on their way.

If you need a ride over, let me know.

Our Skid-Uber service is officially on the road.

(woman): Hi, Colin, pickup at 242, please.

(woman #2): House 148-B.

(? Seventeen ? by Sjowgren)

(Premier): Wow, the party�s really picking up.

- Oh, they�re so cute.

(Millie): Did we just save the ball?

- Hey! Yo, live music! Where is Elisapie?

That�s what they promised us. (crowd murmurs in agreement)

(Jason): That little shit.

(Colin): But Naomi isn�t here yet with her accordion.

(crowd chanting in background) - Millie, where�s a ukulele?

- Oh hell nah. I�ve only got one song.

- So play the hell out of it.

(crowd): Music! Music! Music!

- Thank you so much for coming out during the worst storm

of the winter.

Sadly, Elisapie�s flight didn�t land today.

But we�ve got amazing talent right here in Ice Cove, too.

Now, please enjoy the musical stylings

of the one and only Millie Maktaana.

(cheers and applause)

(Millie sings ? Diamonds ? by Rihanna in Inuktitut)

(singing in Inuktitut)

- You did good. (ukulele playing)

(singing in Inuktitut)

(Colin sings harmony)

(singing in Inuktitut)

(singing in Inuktitut continues)

- Expert!

- Yeah, well let�s hope Jeffrey gets the power back on

before it starts getting too cold in here.

- Siaja! There�s something weird happening outside. Come see!

- The wind�s really died down.

What the hell?

Is that what I think it is?

- Aliens.

- Looks like they�re coming from Natsilik.

The trail will bring them around the other side.

- Let�s go!

(Ski-Doo motors revving)

(motors stop)

- Hey!

- Hi!

What? Elisapie! You made it!

- Yeah. I thought it was too risky to drive but then...

(speaks Inuktut)

The wind died down. Your friend arranged it all.

- You drove to Natsilik and back in a storm?

- I guess I was going for like a...

like a grand gesture.

- Our instruments will need a bit of time to warm up,

but, uh... you�ve got power, right?

- Yeah! Power? Yeah, I�m... on it.

(chuckling)

(accordion music)

(crowd clapping and cheering)

(stomping)

- Woo!

- Jeffrey, are you there?

(Jeffrey, on walkie-talkie): You gotta say over, over.

- Jeffrey! (Jeffrey): You gotta say over.

- Over!

(Jeffrey): Ooh, I think I got it. Ready? Over.

- Ready. One, two, three...

Over!

Please, please, please.

(generator whirring) Come on...

(crowd gasps)

- Whoa!

(? Arnaq ? by Elisapie)

(crowd cheers and applauds)

(man): Elisapie!

(singing in Inuktitut)

- It�s magic, Anaana.

- All right, let�s dance.

(singing in Inuktitut)

(vocalizing)

(all singing together)

(Alistair): Look at our girls!

I gotta get in there. Excuse me.

- Hey, can I ask you something? - Sure.

- I�m not sure what�s going on between you and Alistair,

but I don�t- - Nothing is going on.

- I�m a romance writer for God�s sakes,

I know chemistry when I see it.

Look, I can�t compete with your history, but he�s amazing.

And if you�re done, I�m all in.

- So am I.

- What?

- I-I want him back.

I�ve loved that man since the moment he stepped

into my fucked up life. I pushed him away.

I had his kid. I screwed around. I got sober.

But the only thing that hasn�t changed

is the way I feel about him.

The way I feel around him.

- Which is what? - I don�t know.

Like I don�t have to be such a bitch all the time.

Uh, I don�t know.

- Thank you. - For what?

- You gave me my answer.

And the ending to my book.

Good luck, Neevee.

(? Arnaq ? concludes)

(crowd cheers and applauds)

(? Wish Song ? by Elisapie)

- Siaja. We did it!

- I know! I�m so proud of our team.

- You pulled this party out of the fire,

which is why I�m promoting you.

What do you think of the title Official Community Programmer?

- I think that�s bomb! Thank you, Helen!

- Oh! Yeah, I mean, assuming I get the financing.

You know how these tightwads are with their money.

They�re like Little Miss Muffet, sitting on her tuffet,

eating their curds and whey.

- Oh, I�m sure we can find the curds and even the whey.

Siaja, we�re all incredibly impressed with tonight�s events.

- It�s fantastic to see an Inuk in charge for once.

Maybe you�ll have her job soon.

- Well, Helen and I are a really wonderful team

and we work in lockstep, so...

- Huh. - Mm-hmm.

- Helen, relax. She means 20 years from now.

(Helen): I gotta take Inuktitut lessons, stat.

(Siaja sighs)

(? Wish Song ? continues)

- Care to dance?

- Sorry for disappearing like that.

I didn�t realize it would be that long.

- Kuuk, it�s the single most romantic thing

anyone�s ever done for me.

- Really?

- Really.

(Rufio): My teacher�s got rizz!

(crowd cheers and applauds)

He�s definitely staying in town now!

(? Dreams ? by the Cranberries in Inuktut)

(notification alert)

- What is it?

- It can wait.

(? Dreams ? continues)

(? Dreams ? continues)

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