- Bobbie is ahead of Feather by one point in the polls,
and we all know what that means--
they're actually ahead by 10 points or behind by 30 points.
Polls make no sense anymore.
- That's why today is so crucial.
The Firefighters Pancake Breakfast
is the final stop on the campaign trail
before the debate. - So shake every hand.
- Leave no pancake un-buttered.
- And do not, under any sort circumstances,
bring up the fire chief's views
on how round or flat the Earth might be.
- Seriously.
I had to meet that guy on Twitter.
He was making me doubt things.
- Mm-hmm. - And most importantly,
it's critical you don't let Feather outshine you.
You have to convince the people you are the better candidate.
- I can be very persuasive,
like when I convinced Sarah G.
to go down into that well to fetch my bracelet.
[whispering] I didn't even lose my bracelet.
- Mm. Don't bring that up. - Agreed.
But that is exactly the kind of energy
that makes me think we can win this.
[both laugh]
- Um, also, uh, not top priority,
but Nelson is gonna be at the event,
so, Nathan, it's really important to me
that the two of you bond.
I said not top priority.
- Look, it's gonna be great.
Bobbie's gonna wow the firefighters,
and I'm gonna make Nelson my best bud.
Second best bud.
Third best bud. Fourth best?
- Third is fine.
Reagan, I have some proposals for Q-4
I'd like your eyes on before we head over.
- Great. I love cold pancakes.
- Right. We'll see you guys later.
- [whispering] Um, wait, wait, wait, Nathan?
- Yes? - Just about the Nelson stuff--
it's like, I really want you to--
- Okay, Reags. - Okay.
- I got it. I got a great icebreaker.
"Was the band Nelson named after you,
or were you named after the band Nelson?"
- Or something else. You'll find it.
- Yeah, but something about the band Nelson.
I--I'm gonna crack it.
[upbeat music]
* *
- * Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba *
* Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba *
* Ahh *
- * Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba *
* Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba *
[whistle blows]
* Ahh *
[vocalizing]
* *
- The firehouse is now serving
chocolate pancakes,
and the Devil's Jump's demo is in ten minutes.
- I know these guys seem tough,
but they're really just jacked, gentle babies.
They're gonna love you.
All right. Take me through this.
- That's Linda. She rock climbs.
That's Ghost, a nickname he chose for himself,
but it's not catching on.
And there's Lou. He just had a son.
Fattest cheeks you've ever seen--so cute.
- Aww.
And what are you gonna do if you get any static?
- I disarm them with compliments and platitudes
because they are the real heroes.
They stand on that thin red line
between us and a fiery death.
- You are so ready. Get in there.
- Look who's making some hot cakes.
It's Ghost!
- I haven't told you this enough,
but what you have done with this cultural center
with the limited resources you've had
is frankly incredible.
- Oh, wow. Thank you.
- But what if we could add
a whole new dimension to this place?
Let our visitors really walk away with something.
- Oh, my God. I have so many ideas.
- I've secured Auntie Anne's Pretzels
as a corporate sponsor for the cultural center.
- I'm sorry, what the shit are you talking about?
- Take a look.
- "Auntie Anne's presents
"the Minishonka Cultural Center:
A Mouthwatering History."
- And all you have to do is let them install a counter
in the gift shop and a small cart outside.
- Are you outta your mind?
- Most cultural institutions
have a wing or two dedicated to a sponsor.
- Terry, a wing or two in a large institution.
I have two tiny rooms and a half-bath.
What, do you want me to fill the splint fancy basket
full of hot dog bites?
- Hmm. "Hot dog bites" is Wetzel's.
They're very sensitive about it.
Please refer to them as mini pretzel dogs.
- [sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
- [vocalizes]
Yeah. So sorry we didn't get to hang at the Halloween thing.
I guess I was just dealing with some matters of the heart.
- Ah, that's okay. I hadn't really noticed anyway.
- Yeah, well, that chapter's closed, you know.
Deirdre and I are definitely finito.
Not that we were ever really official,
but there was just always this kind of raw sexual attraction,
I guess.
It just brought our bodies together time and again.
[chuckles]
[clears throat] Anyway, we made a kid,
so I guess we'll always be connected,
just never really a couple.
Anyway, it's the whole thing.
- Hey, you got somebody pregnant,
and you're handling it.
You're basically describing my parents.
- Yeah? So it-- it worked out for them?
- No, no, no.
When I was 12, my dad stole my identity
and used it to support the kids that he had
with three different women from three different tribes.
- Okay.
- Yeah, okay! And when that water comes out,
that's when you feel the power!
You kids wanna be firefighters?
all: Yeah!
- Yeah? Well, too bad,
because, out of the 20 of you,
you're lucky if one of you makes it through the academy.
- Check out Calfzilla over there.
- Ha, I guess it's always leg day.
- Right? Yeah.
It's like, uh, we get it. You have huge muscles.
You go to the gym constantly.
You don't have to wear shorts in November.
- This is a dangerous job, kids.
We're out there putting out fires,
saving lives every single day.
- Every day? I think I would know
if there were daily infernos in our tiny little town.
- Plus, you know, fire is sometime a good thing.
Do you know how many Native cultures have used
controlled burns for centuries?
- No, but I want to.
- Seriously?
Most people pretend that they get a phone call
when I bring up this stuff,
like--like you're doing right now.
- Oh, no.
I'm just turning on Do Not Disturb.
- Oh. - Let's get into it.
- Hm.
- I knew you were a capitalist, but this is full Bezos,
and not the goofy nerdy one.
I'm talking about the one that looks like Pitbull
and wears a cowboy hat to space.
You're that one. - Okay, I understand.
I'll find another way. - Uh-huh.
You would say that right before you tell me
that pepperoni pretzel nuggets
are our ancestors' wildest dreams.
- Just forget it.
- Forget it? You never give up.
What's wrong?
Wait, is your hair in a low pony?
What's going on?
Oh, God.
- [sighs]
Things with Ye Olde Rutherford Village
aren't going exactly as I planned.
- Okay. How far off the plan are we?
- We're bleeding money.
We're at 40% of our projected income.
Even if Bobbie beats Feather, without a major influx of cash,
Ye Olde Rutherford Village, the casino expansion,
your cultural center-- it all goes away.
- Ugh.
Can you hand me the briefcase full of pretzels?
- It takes you folks 60 seconds to put all this on?
It takes me 45 minutes to pick out my PJs.
[laughter] But seriously,
you're all superheroes that we must always honor.
- But what is honor without action?
Serving those that serve others has always been our way,
unlike Bobbie Yang,
whose generation only serves themselves.
I read that millennials are ruining home ownership.
Can you imagine? No more homes.
- Excuse me, I am not,
nor have I ever been, a millennial.
- [laughs] - Can I get one of those cups?
- Mouse pad, one for your grandmother.
I'm sorry, our T-shirt gun didn't arrive on time.
- Okay, this is really bad.
But you must have a binder somewhere
with this exact scenario that tells us what to do, right?
- The binders have forsaken us.
We're flying blind here. - [sighs]
- All of my stress relief tactics are failing me.
I haven't been sleeping. I can't concentrate.
I've started drinking Coke Zero.
- But you said victory over your enemies was your caffeine.
- I know.
If I show up to the casino conference next year,
having bankrupted us,
Roy Crooks will never let me hear the end of it.
- [sighs] Oh, God.
- What are you doing?
- Hold this.
All right.
Inside the head of this bear is five milligrams of THC
that will not only help you forget all your problems,
it might even help you solve 'em.
- You think this is how I'll get back on track.
- I have some of my best ideas on half a bear.
- I've never taken drugs, and I'm not about to start now.
- It's not "drugs," Tóta. It's weed.
It'll help calm the voices of failure in your brain,
unless you eat too much, and then they become shouts
that are like, "Oh, my God, your mailman is stalking you."
So maybe just eat the head.
* *
[sighs]
Whole one for me. [sighs]
Oh, my God. Spiders! Spiders everywhere!
- What? - Just kidding, Terry.
It's weed. We'll be fine.
- It's true. Dalmatians are a weak breed.
I mean, they would never survive as rez dogs.
- Can I just say, I like you a hundred times more
than Reagan's last boyfriend.
- And you're way cooler than the way he made you sound
in that podcast.
Between you and I, that guy sucks.
- Hard agree, again. - Mm-hmm.
- Nathan, Feather is handing out branded beer koozies,
and they're loving it.
How could you leave me out there swagless?
- You don't need swag, Bobbie.
Come on, just stick to the plan.
Make 'em realize how cool you think they are.
- That's the other thing. This place is not great.
Firefighter calendars are a lie.
Their building is depressing and dirty,
and I'm running out of ways to give them empty compliments.
- Hey, hey, I'm with you.
And, you know, a little fire can be cool.
Did you know that Native Americans used fire
as a way to control their ecosystems,
to be more-- - Hello?
[whispering] I really have to take this,
but thanks for the talk.
We'll chat.
- Every time. Every time.
- Yeah, that was just rude.
- Look at the detail in this medallion,
the depth of color--
Indigenous creativity is limitless.
- It looks like one of those magic eye posters.
[trippy music]
I think I see a raccoon riding a caterpillar.
- I don't personally see it, but it's a fun idea.
- Hey, Ter-Bear. Can I call you Ter-Bear?
- I quite like that.
- I've been making a mental list of ways
that we can fix this.
And so far I've come up with:
freeze all department spending,
sell a stake to a venture capital firm,
and people should have a third set of teeth--
baby, middle, then old.
That's not for this. It's just a deep revelation.
- Reagan, I wanna thank you for trying to help me in this.
- Yeah. At first, I was mad
you were keeping me out of the loop,
but now I know you're just protecting me.
I'm like your unofficial daughter.
[gasps]
- You're my employee, and very old.
- [scoffs]
Are you even high? - Obviously.
I mean, look at me.
I'm practically Cheech right now.
Or Chong, for that matter.
All I can think about is running over to Stewart's
for a dozen apple fritters.
- [gasps] Let's go. - I don't even wanna eat them.
I just keep thinking about them
trapped in that plastic case.
It's very distressing.
- Because you're the fritter
and the plastic case is business.
And the glaze is our
intergenerational systemic--
- We are not in a position to drive.
- Mm-mm. No.
* *
- You put out fires in our gorgeous town,
but you also light a flame within our hearts and our minds
and in the soul of America. - Mm-hmm.
- Here, have a mouse pad with my face on it.
[laughter] - Thank you.
- Is this what you all want?
A bunch of tacky garbage?
Isn't there enough clutter around here?
- Excuse me?
- Looks like this toddler needs a nap.
[laughter] - All I mean is,
the job you do is insane.
And how does this town show it's appreciation?
By sticking you here, which--get ready
for some tough love--is a dump.
This building hasn't been updated
since before I was born.
- And we love its rustic flavor.
Do you really want a mayor who is younger than a building?
- [chuckles] Yeah. - Do you really want a couch
that's so old,
the Virgin Mary's water broke on it?
- Please, real warriors don't need fancy frills.
They use every part of the break room.
- Well, maybe some frills would be nice.
The TV volume is stuck on maximum.
Feels like Pat Sajak is screaming letters at me.
- Kid's right. This place sucks.
- Thank you, Linda.
I may be young,
but I'm not gonna waste your time with tchotchkes.
The Bobbie Yang administration is gonna make your quality
of life a day-one priority,
with some major upgrades. [laughter]
- Ghost likes your style.
- And I promise to always be honest with you.
The Ghost thing isn't catching on.
[laughter] - Ain't that right?
You got my vote.
Right on, man.
- This is the most relaxed I've ever been.
I can see now that we need to stop focusing on Ye Olde Past
and start looking at Ye Olde Future.
- See, I told ya,
you just needed a little reboot.
- No, it's much bigger than that.
We need to get into the legal cannabis business.
I used to think this stuff was just for burnouts,
but if dweebs like you are doing it,
that implies a huge untapped market
of all kinds of goobers.
- Uh, why is this turning into a roast?
- We have a built-in infrastructure
through our smoke shops.
It fits perfectly with our image
as a fun tourist destination.
- You could get me wholesale prices.
There's these ones that I can never find.
They're called Sour Zoingas.
- The state sits in a legal gray area currently
when it comes to dispensaries.
No one knows exactly what they can and can't do.
But our jurisdiction allows us to cut through all that.
It's a sovereignty flex.
We could be the leaders in this region,
setting the standard from seed to product,
using the same advanced agricultural processes
that have sustained us since time immemorial.
- Yes.
So I should probably just, like, text you
a picture of the Zoingas?
- But Council will never fund something like this.
I can't present an idea without a way to pay for it.
- I know someone who knows a lot about cannabis
and is swimming in money.
- Snoop Dogg.
- Close.
Roy Crooks.
His Nation made a killing in the legal weed game.
- No way. The day I ask him for help,
that's the day that--it's-- well, it's not even
a day I can specify
because it's not a realistic scenario,
is what I'm saying. - We need cash, bud.
Roy Crooks wipes his ass with $100 bills.
- Exactly. He's insufferable.
- Oh.
- The man at geotags himself
every time he's in Italy
to buy a new pair of Gucci shoes.
- Okay. What's worse,
jeopardizing the fate of your people, or calling up
some guy that you think is kind of annoying?
- [sighs]
I'm thinking.
- [laughs] Yes.
I mean, how hard is it to hold a hose
and point it at a fire?
Like, do you have to be all roided out like Calfzilla?
- Yeah, I mean,
the real firefighter's the water.
- Yes! - I mean, these guys
are basically like hose holders.
- Yeah, like a little just-- "Hmm, hey, I hold the hose."
- Glad to hear our service is appreciated, boys.
- Oh--
- Okay. Just crushed that.
Now we're fully on the same page.
What's happening? - What's happening is,
your friend Nathan is talking a lot of smack,
and I heard you call me Calfzilla.
- That's body shaming.
- You think what we do is easy, huh?
- [gasps] Big surprise.
These silver spoon coastal elites
are always looking down on us working class folk.
- Unbelievable.
- You own a gym and drive a Tesla.
- Look, we were just messing around,
trying to crack each other up, you know.
We didn't mean any harm.
- So according to...
[megaphone feedback] Bobbie Yang's campaign manager,
Nathan Rutherford, risking your life is funny.
Hey, do you know
what I would love to see, Larry?
I would love to see a guy like Nathan
try to do what you do
just once, right? [laughter]
- Look, I would never even imply
that I could do what you guys do.
- Hey, what about that Devil's Jump demo
you guys were doing?
[laughter] - Hey.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, I like that.
- Who wants to see Nathan do the jump?
- Oh, yeah! [cheers and applause]
- Come on, Nathan! Yeah!
- Okay, okay, okay. This is ridiculous.
- Thank you, Nelson.
- You guys seriously think my man can't do
some silly little jump?
Of course he can. - Wait, what?
Come on! Oh, hey.
I don't look good in yellow.
- You're a winter. It'll work.
- Yeah. Okay.
[dramatic music]
- [speaking Cree]
[phone buzzing]
- Terry Thomas. Ol' T-Bone.
And can you hear me, man?
I'm on the private jet.
I'm looking for a horse for my daughter.
You know, you have to see 'em run from an aerial view.
- That's great.
I'm calling because we're entering
the legal cannabis business,
and I wanted to discuss...
uh, some business with you. - Uh, yeah, man.
I'd love to meet up.
Why don't you prepare your tarmac?
- Oh, no. You don't have to--
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, if we talk business,
I can expense the jet fuel.
Hey, Gary, turn it around, man.
We're going to the Minishonka Nash.
[uneasy music playing]
[line beeping]
* *
- ...the camper with Michigan plates,
your lights are on.
- Hey!
I was gone for a few hours, but I...
What even is this? - Okay.
These guys cannot take a joke.
Some light razzing just spun way out of control.
- [scoffs] It's just a jump through a burning door.
It's nothing.
- It feels like something.
- Hey, hey, hey, man, you don't have to be afraid.
Fire is our relative.
We control the burn, brother.
- I think actually they're controlling
the burn on this one.
Uh, but look at you two. This is great.
- Don't do it, Nathan.
Just to tell them you have bad clams casino.
That's how I get on my weekends with my dad.
- I can't do that, Bobbie.
I screwed up this whole day for you.
I can't be responsible for losing all these votes.
Besides, it actually doesn't look that bad.
- That's just the pilot light.
Light her up!
Oh, yeah.
Don't forget the baby.
[doll crying stiltedly]
[intense music]
- Tamp down that fear, Nathan.
It's the fear that makes you make the mistakes
that kill you.
Swallow the fear.
- All eyes on Nathan.
Stop, drop, and go! [whistle blowing]
[cheers]
Each one of these ropes represents smoke inhalation.
Now up the tower he goes. Don't drop that baby!
- Oh!
* *
- Now the ladder cross. [cheering]
* *
Sometimes things will explode.
You gotta be ready for that.
* *
Wow. He made it.
[cheers and applause]
And finally, the Devil's Jump.
[heroic music]
* *
And he made it!
[cheers and applause]
- Nathan!
- Um, Nathan, your baby's on fire!
[all gasping]
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- You'll be better with your real baby.
- Hose 'em!
[water spraying] - Oh, wait--
[crowd exclaims]
- Is he all right?
[cheers and applause]
- That counts!
He still finished it.
- He's gonna feel that tomorrow.
- Yeah!
Oh, my God. You are a literal hero.
- Oh, thanks, Bobbie.
- No, I mean Lou.
The way you saved Nathan-- that was amazing.
- Well, I'm surprised your guy went through with it.
Most big talkers usually don't.
- Well, that's what we do.
We keep our promises, right, Bobbie?
- As mayor, that's exactly what I'll do.
You're all incredible, and low-key,
some of you are hot.
Tell me everything you need.
- Well-- - Okay. I'm gonna head out.
Here's a box of swag, you know, free for our warriors.
[laughs]
- Aw, cute stress balls.
Maybe take these home for yourself.
You're gonna need 'em.
- [laughs]
[snaps] [speaking Mohawk]
[upbeat music]
* *
- Yep, and that's how I ended up racing submarines
with Will.i.am off the coast of Dubai.
Yeah.
Oh, all right. Well, gotta go.
All right.
Welcome, Terry. - Thank you, Roy.
Generous of you to make time.
- No problem at all.
You want a coffee, a cappuccino,
a latte with your portrait lasered into the foam?
- I'm good.
So, Roy, uh, the Minishonka Nation and I...
[tense music]
* *
Need your help.
- All right, well, are you here to pick the maestro's brain
or his pocket?
- I've educated myself on supply chain, logistics,
regulatory issues, legal liabilities,
but in terms of seed money,
we're maybe not as fixed as I'd like to be,
but somewhat fixed,
but not fixed enough.
- So pocket.
How about this?
We'll provide you folks with liquid capital up front,
and you and I will negotiate
a reasonable profit share together.
- So what you're saying is-- - I'm in, Terry.
We'll front you whatever cash you need.
- What's in it for you?
- Nation and Nation building.
It's my religion.
How do you think we got so successful?
Besides, you have no idea how much money we have.
You know, for Kimmy's birthday, we froze our lake
with one of those Chinese weather machines,
and we're flying in Idina Menzel to come sing.
- Jesus.
So what's the number? - Oh, you don't wanna know.
The human brain can't process a number that big.
It makes you physically sick.
But if we don't help each other out, who will?
- Stoodis. - Sko.
[heavy hip-hop beat playing]
* *
- [sighs]
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