Things go from uncertain to totally bollocksed rapidly and someone gets a torch shone up their arse. Probably checking for contraband maple syrup/hockey equipment*
Anyway, then it all goes a bit Guantanamo Bay, racial profiling/rednecks/torture/abuse of power, a private investigator channelling Iggy Pop and a lady with a puffy head.
Pretty pointless, but pretty good.
*And other Canadian things.