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G’wan, girl... My God, girl!

Some shockin’ sin, girl!

Take care, now.

Who was that?

Ah... wrong number!

Some people hit the bottle after a breakup.

Me, I hit the stage.

But the mornings came quick.

Too quick.

Jeez, it’s so foggy.

Moose!

And the night couldn’t come quick enough.

The rush of the crowd distracted me.

Until it didn’t.

I was carrying a torch

and burning the candle at both ends.

Ah!

Destined to burn out.

Hey, man. Great show, buddy!

That was excellent.

Uh... have you seen Fox?

I left her a ticket.

The course of true love never did run smooth, my friend.

Hey, my buddy filmed our show.

Let’s go back to my place and watch it.

I’ve got a math test tomorrow.

Maybe I should... go study?

Sure. I’m not your father.

Go on, b’y, celebrate. You earned it.

Go on.

Alright!

Sweet distraction.

It is ratings week.

The numbers we get now will determine what we can charge

for commercials, which will determine

who has a job next week.

Gertie?

OZ-FM is number one.

Magic 97 is in second place.

- Yeah! - Yes, sir! High five!

Woo!

And what about AM?

Uh, VOCM is in fourth place,

after church radio.

But... we’re gonna turn this ship around

with the biggest giveaway in Newfoundland radio history.

Gertie?

Magic 97 is giving away a car!

Oh, yeah! Yes, sir.

And, uh... what about VOCM, sir?

The Big Freeze!

You’re giving away...

a deep freeze.

Full of frozen meat!

Dick...

I think we’re the ones bein’ put on ice.

Ooh, casserole. Who died?

Oh, I told Fox’s mother that I’d look in on her.

I don’t like the idea of that girl living all on her own.

Ah...

What’s all this stuff?

Oh, isn’t that something?

They put Mike Jr. in the paper for the contest.

Contest?

Oh, I gotta go get ready.

You keep your jeezly big paws outta my casserole.

Mm-hm.

"Win a new car."

Really? Hm!

Today is judgement day.

Remember, this exam is worth 25% of your grade.

And you need math to graduate high school.

What?

Game on!

Flip ’em if you got ’em.

The only thing that was adding up

was me failing.

This is Mike Campbell broadcasting live

from Bartlett’s Bargains, where we’re giving away

a brand-new Chevy Impala!

The rules are simple.

Four people enter, and the last one to leave drives it home.

And our lucky contestants are...

Scott Ollerhead!

Yes!

Wow!

Terry Mullins!

Woo!

Ashley Cummings!

Yes!

And last, but certainly not least...

Patrick... Critch!

Wait, Critch? Here!

Critch, Critch! Critch, here!

Critch! Ha-ha!

- Hey! - Yeah!

Pop, you can’t enter! We’re related!

On VOCM! But this is Magic 97.

And you’re a Campbell now, not a Critch.

Look, perfectly legal.

I’ll sue.

- Pop, come on. - Come on!

Who wants to win a car?!

Dead?

My solar calculator had spent years

banished to the eternal darkness of my locker.

What are you, cracked?!

I didn’t study.

Why not?

You told me not to.

I never told you not to!

You ain’t gonna fail, are ya?

Yes. I suck at math.

How is that even possible?

You’re a nerd, for frig’s sake!

Well, if you helped me an hour ago,

it’d just be teaching. You’re a teacher, so teach.

- Hang on. - Teach fast!

Hang on!

- Teach. - Shh!

It’s minus six.

I think I’m gonna puke.

Sir...

Come on. Please.

A-ha!

Let me see that.

I didn’t do anything!

Okay. It’s okay, Sister.

It seems everything’s on the up-and-up.

Not now.

It’s okay, I got it.

2x plus...

Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Critch.

My office, now.

I’m very disappointed in you.

I’m sorry, Sister.

I...

Not you. Him.

Kevin, you’re a teacher, for Christ’s sake.

I’m going to have to call your parents.

Well, good luck.

My parents are long dead, Sister.

Oh, right.

Fox...?

Are ya home?

It was unlocked.

Sweet Jesus! Put some pants on!

It’smy house!

Is Jennifer home?

She’s doing a test.

Oh, that smells deadly.

Well, it smells rotten in here!

Ugh!

This is no place for a young girl to be living.

Hey, I looks after her!

Who looks after you?

God, are-- are you even payin’ the bills?

Look...

What if they turn the lights off?

That is private!

"You have been randomly selected to take part

"in the Nielsen radio ratings."

- What’s that mean? - Mike would know.

Says here they’ll pay ya $30.00.

30 bucks!

Let yourself out, alright?

And tell Fox not to eat all that macaroni.

Casserole.

We are officially on hour three

of Magic 97’s Live-in-to-Win,

and all four of our contestants are still in the car!

It’s a fancy car.

Almost like a spaceship.

You ever hear about Apollo 1?

1967.

They cut corners.

Used pure oxygen.

Highly flammable.

A devil’s bargain.

They couldn’t open the hatch from the inside.

So, when something sparked...

they couldn’t get out.

The fire was bright white.

Like the surface of the moon those boys would never see.

Poof!

And then there were three.

Well, one of you guys wanna jump up front?

Mike... there’s some skeet here to see you.

I tried to get rid of him, but he--

Mr. Critch?

I got something you’re gonna wanna see.

Uh, that’ll be all, Gertie.

Huh...

Ratings book... Not many of these around.

I don’t know what to do with it.

Oh, it’s simple. Look, you just fill in the date

and whatever station you’re listening to.

Nothin’ to it.

I’ll sell it to ya for 40 bucks.

You can put whatever ya want in there.

No, no, no, that wouldn’t be right.

See, if I filled that out, I could boost our ratings.

Excuse me.

Money problems? Lost your job?

Call us before you lose your home.

At Credit Solutions--

How about a trade?

I’ll take this and you can help yourself

to whatever’s in that freezer out there.

Deadly.

Jason...?

He had to step out,

so I figured you could use a home-cooked meal.

Oh.

Well, sit down, girl! You must be starved.

Did my mom... put you up to this?

No!

Girls helpin’ girls is all.

This is so good, Mrs. Critch. Wow.

Mmm.

Well, you know that you’re welcome for supper

up at the house anytime.

Yeah, I-I don’t think Mark would like that.

Why not?

You know we broke up, right?

What?

He never told you?

No, he did not.

On hour six of Live-in-to-Win.

How long will these contestants last?

Don’t touch that dial!

Oh, God...

My pills! Get my pills!

They’re in my jacket there on that chair!

Another contestant has exited the car.

Only two remain on Magic 97.

You’re good.

Well... not my first rodeo.

You know, you may as well get out now.

Just save yourself the trouble.

And I should warn you...

I’ve been eating beans.

Okay.

Okay, no need for violence.

I was missing my little girl anyways.

Hm.

Oh, is that hers?

Yeah.

She wanted me to take it for luck.

Well...

She’s with her dad, though, right? Now?

No idea where he is.

It’s just me and her.

Hm.

Better listening, VOCM.

Are you calling about the freezer full of meat?

I most certainly am not, Mr. Critch.

This is Sister Rose.

Uh, yes, Sister. Sorry, Sister.

I wanted you to know that I caught your son cheating today.

Cheating, Sister?

Yes. I expected more from him.

I know you are a pillar of the community, Mr. Critch,

and a man of exemplary character.

I can only assume

he learned this from his grandfather.

Yes, well... cheating is bad.

"He who makes his ways crooked will be found out."

Proverbs 10:9.

Amen. I’m sorry, Sister.

I’ll talk to Mark--

Alright, it’s time for some improv.

Uh, does anyone have any suggestions?

Uh, bring up the house lights.

- Enjoy your car. - Wait, wait, wait.

So, what would have been your plans...

had you won the car?

It’s 10 o’clock some nights before I gets off work.

Then I gotta take the bus to get my little girl to my mom’s.

If I had a car, I could get her to bed before midnight.

For Christ’s sake.

Pop, the... the car.

I can’t win a car. We’re related!

I just wanted somewhere nice to sit.

Thanks, Pop.

We have a winner!

Now, tell me, miss, what are you gonna do

with your brand-new car? - I’m gonna sell it!

Me and my boyfriend are gonna use the money

to take a trip to Florida!

Baby, you did it!

What?!

Jeez!

Well, that’s some sweet!

Well played.

So, I hear we’ve got a big winner?

The fella that won says it’s a bit of a ripoff

because the freezer’s only half full of meat.

He’s pretty mad.

Is he?

Well, take the big freezer, swap it out for a little one,

see what he says then, hm?

Yes, sir.

What’s this?

Oh, um, that’s a...

Nielsen book!

They’re golden! Who tore it up?

I did, sir.

We could’ve bumped up all our weak spots.

Yes, sir, but that would’ve been wrong.

Who would’ve known?!

I would’ve.

Do you ever think about retirement, Mike?

Because maybe you should.

I’m sorry I cheated on the exam.

Cheated?

Well, that’s news to me.

Oh.

Then... maybe I didn’t?

I think you’ve told enough jokes for one night, buster.

So, why are you here, then?

You didn’t tell me that you and Fox broke up.

You saw her?

What did she say?

That you hurt her some bad.

Keeping secrets...

We used to be pretty tight, you and me.

I’m not the only one keeping secrets.

Well, what’s that supposed to mean?

I’m not an idiot.

Something’s goin’ on.

It feels like you’re the ones putting on a play,

pretending like whatever’s happening isn’t.

Don’t you try and turn this on me.

Mom, you wanted to talk.

So, talk.

I’m not a kid anymore.

We have to move.

They’re tearing down the house.

Where are we going?

I don’t have a clue.

God, I...

never said that out loud, not even to your father.

Next time...

maybe you could lie just a little bit.

Your show was really good.

I was too crooked to laugh, but you got me a few times.

I put all my time into this show.

And now... I failed math.

Oh...

I couldn’t get into theatre school even if I had the money.

I’m so stunned, Mom.

It’s all a waste.

You know what?

Me and your father,

we have always tried to do the right thing.

Played by the rules...

Where’d that get us?

Broke and homeless.

You gotta go follow your dream, honey.

But no more secrets, okay?

Deal.

You know, the whole Fox thing...

Yeah, love?

It really hurts.

I know.

Some things hurt forever.

They say what others don’t know won’t hurt them.

That’s not true.

Lies spread quickly.

The truth spreads slower, but it lasts longer.

Sometimes we lie to ourselves,

and that can be the biggest burden of all.

Mom?

I wanna come home.

Still, the truth can be hard to accept.

It’s hard to earn back trust.

But, if you’re lucky enough

to get a second chance...

Thank you.

...the best thing you can do

is not ever need a third.