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Who revealed this fraud?

BAD SEEDS

The marquis himself, dear friend.

In a stupor he admitted the treachery:

foment revolt among the peasantry

and see your estate pillaged.

His design is clear.

Force you to sell your land to regain his place in court.

Well, my friend...

Well, Donatien?

How do you answer the count's accusations?

Lies and villainy!

His guile is matched only by his ambition

to pilfer our family's wealth.

Such slander betrays your loathing of the count.

Your role as protector is but a sham.

You are to blame for the woeful decline of our estate,

the crippling debt we owe you,

the loss of our annuities.

My friend, what is wrong?

You seem confused.

These petty ruses are unlike you.

Urgent matters call me to Dijon, yet fear not.

I shall unmask the culprit.

De la Creuse, I cannot ignore such impertinence.

I demand satisfaction.

You hear, you scoundrel?

You shall pay for your insolence.

See you.

Hello, Mr Patenaude.

Go on.

But... - After him!

Listen up, star!

You're only making things worse.

What the hell?

That him? - Nah, he's bald. Our guy has hair.

Oh yeah. - That everybody?

Guess so. - Check inside.

Check good.

Well?

Nope. - Fucking Patenaude!

You OK?

I'm sort of lost.

And a bit cold.

Hop on.

PRIVATE KEPE OUT

You thawing out?

Sure, thanks.

Minus 30 and you're dressed like a ballet dancer!

It's a long story.

Let's just say I had to leave town in a hurry

and got off at the wrong spot.

I wanted the next town.

The bus driver misunderstood.

What town?

Well, the next one.

What's it called?

Saint...

You forgot?

-30 dressed for summer, and you don't know where you're going?

Like I said, the driver must've misunderstood.

What brings you?

I'm with a Montreal theater company.

We want to organize a tour here.

A good play.

No plays around here in ages.

There isn't much of a market.

That so?

Bienville homes, built in Quebec by Quebecers for Quebec winters.

A Bienville home, where your heart is.

I recognize your voice! That ran on radio 20 times a day.

Another, for fun. - Another? Lemme see...

A cozy setting for an intimate tête-à-tête.

Romance and fine food on the menu.

The Diamond Steak Bar and Grill.

We have tenderness in spades.

Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

I'm sorry for before.

Most people must recognize you.

Well, sometimes, but...

It's all good.

I'll be frank. I don't read the papers,

don't got a TV. So I'm not up on the shows and stars.

I'm recognized sometimes, but I'm no star.

What do you do at night with no TV?

Rest after a day's work.

Got a deck of cards?

Afraid not.

Too bad, could've had a friendly game.

But I have dice.

Great! Know how to play 421?

It's easy, I'll teach you.

Careful. Four matches is $100.

I know, play.

They're matches, but they're money.

Go on, roll 'em!

Alright!

Look, I'm real sorry.

I know.

But you owe me $300.

Goddamn shit!

I feel bad.

It's been a long day. I'll turn in.

And for the money...

Tomorrow. Don't worry, I have it here.

Time to tuck in.

You can have the sofa.

Afternoon, Jacques.

Hi, Simon. I slept in. - Yeah.

You had visitors?

No, delivery guys from Maniwaki.

C'mon, I'll give you your money.

Listen, Simon. I feel bad, after all your hospitality.

No worries. If you knew...

One helluva safe you got here.

I never showed this to anybody before.

Please, you don't have to.

I want to share everything with you.

Come on.

Quite the setup.

Jeez, a shotgun... What if kids come in here to play?

Kids don't play around here.

There's just you and me.

Me?

Don't you want to play with me, Jacques?

Play? You mean like, 421? - No.

I mean like, play smart.

I don't get it.

Lemme explain.

Pay your debts, keep your friends.

There.

300 bucks.

Jeez, thanks.

Just a minute.

You gotta pay the welcome tax.

The tax?

Y'know, Simon, let's forget it.

We're even, OK?

No way we're even.

I tell you everything.

I share all my secrets. But you tell me nothing.

That's a one-way relationship.

You've been really, really good to me, Simon. Thanks.

But I have to be going.

You don't get it.

You've seen my setup. I can't risk that you'll blab.

Come on!

I'd never blab. Why would I ever talk about...

You're great at playing dumb.

I heard all about you.

You owe your ass to a loan shark.

He's been calling far and wide to track you down.

But I kept your secret.

Thanks.

I didn't do it to be nice, that's for sure.

I need manpower for the harvest.

I'll cast you as my gardener.

The deal's simple. You stay here and work for me.

And I shut my mouth.

That's blackmail.

No, it's straight win-win.

You need a hideout.

I need a hand.

A pair of gloves would help.

I don't think so.

What you need's to toughen up your hands.

Your work's worth shit.

Pull it all out and start over so there's no draft.

Shove your harvest you know where!

What, you thinking of starting a union?

You'll do what I say, when I say. Got that, champ?

One phone call!

Just one!

Your pal Patenaude will be thrilled to come get you. Personally!

Load these on the Ski-Doo.

Well now, the prodigal son has returned.

Excuse me, I have to make a call.

Don't bother, Simon.

I thought it over.

I accept your hospitality.

Don't pull that stunt again.

You'll catch your death.

Eat a shitload of shit.

Fine, but Patenaude's still searching for you high and low.

You're better off here.

I logged near there a few years back.

Are the ash trees by the river still standing?

OK, thanks.

It's better than hamburger.

Moose meat's good for the heart.

If I shoot one, I'm set for the year.

That's autarky.

Are you being smart?

No, living in autarky.

You're autonomous.

I don't bug anyone.

And no one bugs me, just how I like it.

You're the local Misanthrope.

It's a play.

I played the Misanthrope's friend.

Well that sure fits!

But his friend couldn't help him.

I don't need help. I help myself.

You cut yourself off.

Look who's talking.

You blow it all on video gambling. That's your escape.

There are men wicked and vile.

Others to the wicked are mild,

And spare them the healthy contempt

That virtuous souls should heap on vice.

You learned it by heart?

You must have some collection of come-ons for picking up girls.

"Is he that TV actor, Francine! He must be hot in bed."

Recluses lose that filter...

that keeps them from spouting crap every second.

I can read your mind.

Think I'm some redneck, huh?

No, but I'd hoped we could enjoy a civil conversation.

But you do what you can.

Time for bed.

After you wash up.

Get dressed.

Ever played a logger?

No one actor can play every role.

You hold it away from you, like a gun.

But first, figure out which way to run if something screws up.

Good thinking.

To begin, you cut a notch, like a V.

That's where the tree will fall.

Then you make a cut on the other side about 4 inches higher.

It'll fall by itself.

Here.

Saw this into nice little logs.

And then?

Then you do it again.

Knock yourself out, champ.

It must be 5 o'clock somewhere.

I'll be darned! Guess my watch stopped.

Two brewskis, champ!

Here.

Thanks.

Would it be indiscreet to ask...

How much is this harvest worth?

Yes.

Close to 400 grand.

What?

Shit, farming pays!

Pays better than corn. It's riskier too.

But you can pay off your mortgage.

How does it work?

A broker supplies the seedlings for $10 apiece,

then buys back your mature plants.

I borrowed 40 thou from the bikers.

I'll pay them back and still have a nice nest egg.

Borrowing from bikers is never a good idea.

This is different.

I borrowed from locals, not a Montreal mobster.

Night and day.

Know what, champ?

We'll open you a bank account.

Every day you work, $100.

After, you'll settle up with Patenaude

and get him off your back.

Deal?

Deal.

Hi, Mr Boulerice.

Hi, Nancy.

Were you in Planet Kids on cable?

Yes, I was.

I thought so but I wasn't sure.

And since then?

I've concentrated more on theater.

That's why we haven't seen you.

Can I have an autograph?

Sure...

It's Nancy, right?

Not for me, for my older sister.

Anne-Marie.

You always have to call attention to yourself.

What can you do? The wages of fame.

That was your last visit to town.

VIDEO POKER

Who's Alexandre Boulerice?

Where'd...?

Who? - "Trees of Canada." His name's here.

That's my boy.

You have a son?

Yeah.

Can't he give you a hand?

It's complicated.

He studied forestry?

Yeah, but he dropped out.

Does he grow pot too?

Watch it, that's my son.

Well done, champ!

There's a logger in every French Canadian.

I was born to farm. Now to pave it all over.

Now we'll load it. - Yeah.

Shit!

You OK, Simon?

Get me my nitro. - Where?

On my night table.

How does this work? - Did you grow up in Africa?

Pull the cord. Gas is right, brake is left. Hurry!

Here.

Ever played a nurse?

No, but I can get you a glass of water.

I'm going to sleep.

I won't be far.

Goddammit!

Hey there!

Enjoy your walk?

Yeah, out by the river. It's so beautiful.

Champ, you disappoint me.

What do you mean?

Acting smart again?

OK, I went to the grocery store, don't panic.

Jacques,

please, not with me.

I called the grocery. They never saw you.

But they saw my Ski-Doo parked all day outside the 327.

I took an advance on my pay.

Clear your debts, don't add to them.

Stop lecturing me.

A disease like that

is the devil to cure.

What are you doing?

Calm down!

Simon!

My inhaler... the medicine chest.

It's crazy, you need a doctor.

I'll take you to a hospital.

I went once. Never again.

I'm done being pricked and prodded.

You're a heart attack waiting to happen.

I know I have a bad heart.

The doctors gave me my deadline.

I won't see spring.

I don't got much time, champ.

All that matters now is my harvest.

Screw the harvest. Christ!

Jacques,

you gotta help me.

That money is for my boy.

I want to leave him something.

A nice woodlot.

You two need to talk.

It's too late.

I didn't know how to handle him.

We always talked with our fists.

He left and cut me off.

I want him to know that I love him.

Can I help you?

No, everything's fine.

Everything's fine?

There's a problem with your meter.

It stopped working.

Your heart, Simon!

Did I hurt you?

No, I'm fine, sir.

We have to talk, girl.

How is she reacting?

Not well.

I said we couldn't let her go. She started to cry.

What did you expect?

Nobody goes to work in the morning expecting to be taken prisoner.

It's a pretty stressful situation.

I'll figure something.

I hope she stops crying.

There's a problem here.

If you take everyone prisoner, we'll run out of room.

I warn the snoops, I put signs everywhere.

"Private property. Keep out!"

I saw your signs.

Nobody takes it seriously if it's spelled "kepe".

I've had it with the wisecracks.

You have to stop blubbering.

I'm not happy about this either.

It's all because you're so nosy.

I'm not! It's my job to read the meter.

Didn't you see the Keep Out signs?

Yes, I saw them.

Please, let me go.

I swear I'll never tell anyone.

I can't. It's too risky.

Don't cry, OK? We're not criminals.

No. Our moral code may be slightly elastic, imaginative perhaps, but...

Shut it, Jacques!

Girl, look at me!

I swear to you...

Let me go!

Listen to me.

He's a good man, OK?

He dreams of reconciliation with his son.

It's a noble project.

Whacky, but...

I know how it feels.

It was hard for me too.

I was angry. I resisted.

You mean you're his prisoner too?

You could say it was a form of captivity at first.

But it's different now.

There's a communal spirit. A kind of solidarity.

I haven't yet found the words to describe it.

But it's like we've become... allies.

Partners.

Then ask him to let me go.

I can forgive you for lots.

But this is unacceptable.

Tomorrow you have to...

Have to what?

Mollify her.

But how?

With you I found the carrot. But her...

You have a dream. A goal. Find the words.

Discover with her a source of understanding and engagement.

A source?

OK, I'll find a source.

Go back to bed.

Create a bond of engagement.

Jacques, go to bed.

Here.

Sorry, I never asked your name.

Francesca.

Look, Francesca,

there's no going back.

I can't let you go.

I put all my money in this, so

you'll have to find the...

your source of engagement.

My source?

My source of what?

Are you some religious sect?

What's going on here?

My partners are dangerous.

I can't risk your blabbing.

I don't want to be involved in this.

Like it or not, you are.

For another 30 days.

A month?

Look, we'll make a deal.

What do you earn an hour?

$16.

OK, that means you clear about $500 a week.

So...

I'll give you $200 a day so you'll stay with us.

In exchange, you won't run away,

you help with the chores,

and above all, you stop crying.

I won't cook.

You won't cook.

And no sexual crap.

You'd be wasting your time. I'm gay.

Gay, straight... You're too young, anyway.

I want $300 a day.

300?

You drive a hard bargain.

250. - Deal!

Will anyone look for you?

From work.

Your parents?

No, we don't talk.

They don't agree with my life choices.

That's no good. You should mend things.

Family's important.

Hydro.

Hi, Mr Simard. It's Francesca.

I won't be coming in today. Or tomorrow either.

Or any day after that.

Simon found the carrot?

A big carrot, $250 a day.

He's paying you $250 a day?

I want to renegotiate. You gave her $250?

We're not renegotiating.

A deal's a deal.

Why do I get $100?

Because I'm doing you a favor.

You don't want to run into Patenaude.

It stinks of skunk. - Sure does.

They're starting to flower.

Now we make the difference between huge buds and tiny pimples.

We'll adjust the lighting.

We'll make them beg for it.

Pardon?

We cut the luminosity to stimulate growth.

We have to trim the lower branches.

If it's too dense, air can't circulate.

It becomes too humid and...

Mildew sets in.

That's right.

How do you know?

At college half the kids grew pot.

Can't be good for grades.

What did I do?

You're standing on the lake.

The ice is too thin. Get off and don't play there again!

Hello.

Hello!

What's the plan?

The plan is to...

to keep trimming the lower leaves

and water the plants...

Fuck. I can't hack this. - What?

What do you think?

Don't exaggerate.

No, he's right. I find it a bit bothersome too.

I told you, I'm not into guys.

Hold on. Nobody told me that. Reset.

Well, now you know.

I'm fine with that. You know, in the arts...

I didn't ask your approval.

Be that as it may, we're not made of wood.

Guess I forgot to pack my clothes before being kidnapped.

We'll drive into town to fetch your stuff.

Anyway, we have to ditch your car.

Get dressed.

Please.

Where do visitors sit? - I never have visitors.

You spend your time alone?

I'm not alone.

Make up your mind.

I chat with people online.

I bet you don't have Internet.

Nope. You'll have to chat with real people.

What about friends at work?

Not my kind of people.

Relax, this isn't a race.

Sorry, I'm in the zone.

Way less boring than reading meters.

Why not switch jobs? You're young.

I dunno. Too much trouble, I guess.

Trouble? Sorry to prick your balloon,

but life is a pack of trouble.

A torrent of trouble. A tsunami of trouble.

Quit chattering!

Jacques, let her work.

I'm doing some life coaching.

Life coaching? - Forget it, Simon.

The lady doesn't want trouble in her life, but...

Life's a pack of trouble.

Accept it. Nothing's simple.

OK, I get it. Next caller, please.

Believe me,

the more you try to avoid trouble,

the more trouble will find you.

Yes siree.

Hiding your head in the sand won't solve anything.

Attitude, Francesca!

That's the problem with kids, think they've seen everything.

They know it all. Can't tell'em anything.

Then they get burned by the fire...

I just said I didn't want to change jobs.

Excuse me, but what a revelation.

You say that, you say it all.

You reveal yourself.

A life goal.

That's what your generation lacks.

You live week to week. Zero imagination.

That's why we're in a rut. We're asleep at the switch.

Life isn't a fairy tale. Life's what you make of it.

What happened? - Sorry, it slipped.

You're jumpy.

I saw, you did it on purpose!

I think the young lady wants to say something.

The young lady doesn't need lectures from two old farts.

I may not have a goal, but I'm looking.

I'm looking, dammit!

I'm happy for you, sweetie.

Easy for you to judge us.

Don't get into the generation gap, a minefield.

Her family's Chilean.

But she acts more like a Greek.

We shouldn't have egged her.

We're here for the crop.

She has a good arm. - Zip it!

No more lecturing, is that clear?

You have some nerve to talk to me like that.

Think my life's a fairy tale?

My dad kicked me out when I brought my first girlfriend home.

My mom won't talk to me. I've lived on my own since I was 18.

Don't you dare say I'm avoiding my problems.

Get dressed, we're going for a ride.

Here.

Lift the chain.

Where are we? - My life goal.

FOR SALE

So this is what the pot's for.

Yup.

It stretches from there down a kilometer that way,

and all the way to that mountain.

Prime, virgin forest.

What'll your son do with it?

Selective logging.

You're looking at a fortune.

Sure that's what he wants?

It won't be a millstone?

No, he always loved the forest.

We fought about lots, but never that.

When did you last see him?

18 years ago.

We went at each other hard.

He left me with a black eye.

Over there,

you've got maple, cherry trees...

I try at least. He acts like I don't exist.

You kick us out and we have to apologize.

Everybody makes mistakes.

You have to get over it.

Your folks are hoping you'll call.

Let them hope.

Great, don't try. Don't change.

Don't give an inch and go on stewing.

Anyway, you've seen it.

Drive.

Don't know how. - Learn...

Christ...

Blend... OK, got that...

three gallons of Super Budbooster for five gallons of water.

How big's the barrel?

I dunno.

It says 200 liters.

How many gallons is that?

I dunno.

I did arts, not science.

A gallon's 3.8 liters.

Where's that get us?

Use the rule of three.

So 200 times 1 divided by 3.8.

So we need three gallons of this for five of water, right?

It's real complicated.

A gas can is 2.5 gallons or 9 liters.

Rinse one out and we'll measure with it.

Hi, Mr Boulerice.

Hi, Nancy.

Got a visitor, Simon?

Since when do we talk?

Concentrate on your nudie mag and butt out.

Remind me to buy dog biscuits.

What?

You'll just judge me.

You obviously don't know me.

I'd like to work in the arts too.

I didn't become a star overnight. I worked hard.

Not as an actress. In public relations or the media.

Best thing is a BA in communications.

More school? No way!

We're not here to discuss education.

You know, I studied to become an actor, Francesca,

to go on TV.

Yeah, but there are shortcuts now.

Really? - Sure. YouTube channels.

Video blogs.

You can become famous. There's like 50 reality TV shows.

Still, you need a good cultural background.

See? You're judging.

But you haven't a clue.

All kinds of people do TV.

Why would they choose you?

I speak 3 languages, I'm smart and I'm no wuss.

But reality TV?

I said I could, not that I would. Nuance.

What's it get you?

Fame, it opens doors.

And you end up doing racy photo spreads.

Hello? Lots go on to become talk show hosts,

spokespeople, commentators. - Commentators!

As if! Gimme a break.

Keep baking your pies in the sky. Philistine!

What did he say?

Don't ask questions if you don't want answers.

Who do you think you are?

Nobody's good enough. You're always right.

Big shot out in the boonies.

Close the door!

Don't you understand French, dammit?

We'll have no life coaching!

You know she's touchy - and you push her buttons!

Stay clear of the lake!

Hi. - Hi.

You know this is private property. The owner's paranoid.

Hi there!

Hello.

Simon,

could I have an advance to buy snowshoes?

I have a pair. Just rummage in the barn.

No, not old grand-dad ones. I want a good pair.

Why do you need a good pair?

Because I'm going to be using them a lot.

I met a goddess on snowshoes. And she wants to share her passion.

Who is she?

The grocery store cashier.

Hold on. Nancy?

You mean that she's... like you?

You can say it: gay.

Yes. Modern, sporty and gay.

I don't believe it.

I've been here six weeks and have yet to see a woman.

You just arrived and bang, you score!

I guess I'm lucky.

I don't call that just luck.

What percentage of the population is gay? 12, 15%?

You're out in the woods at -25 and bingo, you meet one on your Ski-Doo.

You jealous? - You bet I am.

That would never happen to me.

Don't bring her around. I'm not in-law material.

Don't worry.

So, the snowshoes, yes or no?

Can't stop kids from having fun and setting goals.

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

What do you want?

Nice crop!

Didn't you see? No trespassing!

Yeah, I saw that.

But I pack this. So I do what I want.

Move.

I'm beat, I drove 500 clicks.

So let's not waste time.

I want you to be straight.

You know an actor's holed up around here.

Shut up. Don't answer.

Remember,

answer me straight.

Yes.

Somebody told me they saw him on your Ski-Doo in town.

You know, in small towns...

I know, small towns.

Maybe.

But I'd be real sore if you were keeping something from me.

I don't know.

Tell me or shut up, but don't lie.

Simon, is everything OK?

Have you seen the star?

Pardon?

Pardon?

Did you see the star?

Who?

I'm in no mood for games.

Did you see him, fuck? - Leave her alone.

Leave her alone?

Yeah.

That smart-ass,

he iced my partner and he owes me $15K.

Stuff like that riles me.

Lucien, quiet!

Fuck me!

The star.

Hello, Mr Patenaude.

Did you forget you owe me 20 thou?

Isn't it 12?

So you holed up here, you scumbag?

But why? - Did I have a choice?

No, no, no! - Is he still breathing?

Yes, he'll kill us.

Get the roll of wire fencing.

Goddammit.

You OK, Mr Patenaude?

Mr Patenaude?

Did you bash me?

It was Francesca, not me.

You bashed me with a shovel?

It wasn't me. That's not what happened.

Fucking amateurs.

Do you realize what you've done?

Let's talk this over. We'll find a compromise.

I'll compromise you!

What's up, Patenaude?

Sleep well?

Listen to me, fatso.

Let me out right now and maybe,

just maybe we won't torch your farm.

Big talker!

Shut the fuck up, Betty Boop.

I'm gonna give you a new face.

You shut it, you psychopath!

You fucking slut,

I'll show you.

I'll cut off your balls so you can't reproduce.

You hear? - I think we're off-track.

¡Hijo de mil puta!

Down, girl. - Fuck you!

¡Vete a la verga!

Take the day off.

Fuck you!

Fuck you! - ¡Vete a la mierda!

Fuck you!

¡Concha tu madre! - Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Still up?

I'm worrying.

I'm not a child, Simon.

I can still worry.

Maybe you had an accident.

I never know where you go.

You're not my father.

Just tell me if you're out for the night.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah.

I was thinking of a character.

A gardener of sorts.

You're obsessed, huh?

Acting's a great job.

It's a great job, but a tough one.

You're so full of shit.

Going on stage must be a rush.

Unfortunately, it wears off.

I've realized here I was acting for the wrong reasons.

I should've concentrated on what I love - playing a role,

being someone else for a few hours.

You miss it?

And the poker terminals? Do you miss them?

Did you ever want to

stay in character, completely?

Even after the play? Become him?

No, not really.

As they say, the journey is as important as the destination.

You're such a faggot!

It's embarrassing to hear someone say that!

All the world's a stage,

and all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances,

and one man in his time plays many parts,

his acts being seven ages.

Beautiful.

I'm gonna cry! - Shakespeare.

Jacques is such a sweet talker.

"Boo-hoo, Mr Patenaude. Give me a week and I'll pay back every cent.

Boo-hoo. I'll clean up my act."

Shit! I've seen lots of clowns like you.

Shut your trap! Turn your switch off.

I'm so scared!

Scared stiff.

C'mere!

Don't play his game.

Come untie me, just for fun.

BBQ!

Shit, I'm dying for BBQ.

I'll burn you both alive with my Bic.

Slowly. And then I'll eat you scumbags.

I'll watch you suffer for days. I'll sell tickets.

Patenaude, shut yer trap!

No, I won't shut my trap.

And you won't stop me.

None of you have the balls. You're shitting in your shorts.

Here!

Disgusting!

Cut it out!

You OK?

Mr Patenaude, are you alright?

Mr Patenaude, you OK?

Prison doesn't suit me.

I think too much.

Reflect too much.

It's guys like you who fuck up my life, Sauvageau.

I can't let word out that Patenaude

is soft on you deadbeats.

I can't show weakness.

There are 10 others waiting to take my place if I go soft.

But you can't understand that.

You think you can quit the game without paying.

Loan shark's not a part-time job.

I never thought of it like that.

Let me make one thing clear.

I'm not to blame for Balloune's death.

I didn't push him.

He just fell.

Poor Balloune...

Mr Patenaude, I'm sorry for your friend.

But again, I swear it wasn't my fault.

Mr Patenaude...

Simon!

The name's Patenaude! Patenaude!

Let go, you fuck!

Give it back to me. Give it!

Give! - Come get it.

You'll eat when you give it back, not before!

How much longer, you think?

Your guess, champ?

I'd say maybe a week.

About that.

I'll have the lawyer transfer the land to my son.

Dumb fat farmer.

Nobody'll buy your pot after word gets out what you did to me.

Look, Patenaude.

You let us work in peace.

We harvest the crop,

Jacques pays you back.

I'll even compensate this inconvenience.

We just want to find an arrangement that works for everybody.

So you harvest your crop,

the star pays me back,

and you let me go.

Right.

And then?

Then what?

You have a problem. Then I come back with my pals.

I let them have the girl.

I behead the star and blowtorch you.

You're royally fucked.

There's no two ways.

Finally, someone with half a brain.

No! We can't...

Course we can. We have to.

Growing pot's one thing. But that...

But what?

What, fatso?

What? - Don't tempt me, you shit!

Forget it, girl. They have no balls.

We can't get close without neutralizing him.

Christ!

Jacques! Get down here, fast!

I'll be back, you fuck!

Stay off...!

Hilarious.

Dumb fuck farmers.

Happy to sell off their land for peanuts.

Shut it, Boulerice!

Nobody here likes you.

Nobody here likes anybody. We stab each other in the back.

When you lost your farm, everybody laughed at you in secret.

Especially your great pal Simard.

Watch your mouth, you.

Say,

do you and your kids still rob cottages every winter?

Look you!

Come on, one at a time. Come on, you fat pig!

Shit!

Bastards!

Come on, dammit.

Come out here!

Get off me!

Here.

C'mon.

Aren't you tired of nursing?

Simmer down.

Simon!

Christ!

Beat it! I don't want to see you here.

The bikers will slaughter us.

What don't you understand?

It's over!

Scram! Get outta here!

This is a hermaphrodite.

Yeah, I saw.

The one I warmed up is responding.

Who are they?

They're OK, friends from school.

Specialists.

Specialists?

The best there is. Compassion club.

Hi. - Hello.

It doesn't look good.

But if you act fast,

maybe.

Don't heat the barn, just the plants.

Just the plants?

Hello?

How's things on the farm?

Fine.

My calendar says your babies are gonna pop.

I'll come pick'em up Thursday night.

Is there a problem?

I hope not.

Everything's fine.

Better be.

Pack'em in the bags I left.

Weigh'em right or I'll spill your guts.

Why are you still here?

The plants might make it.

You don't get it.

Tony's coming next week and...

And I want my cash. - You don't get it.

They're frozen, dead.

I say we can save them.

Have a look.

Bring the fans closer.

Shit! - Leave it.

Leave it, I'll do it.

Thanks.

Simon, wake up.

Simon!

Jacques!

Here.

In all this time I never said thanks.

It's not your strong suit.

How's it supposed to go down with the bikers?

It's dangerous. You two should scram.

In the dresser, second drawer.

For the lawyer.

The papers are in your name.

How you feeling?

Great.

There's something I need to know.

What?

When you do it with your tongue...

I was never sure I was doing it right.

Wait a sec.

Are you talking about cunnilingus?

No, no.

Pleasuring a woman with your tongue.

That's what cunnilingus is.

There's a word for it?

Are you serious?

Yeah. Before I kick the bucket, I'd like to know how to do it right.

You must know.

Because I'm gay?

No, 'cause you're a woman.

Well...

First of all, it's not a race.

Understand?

Yeah.

Any other questions?

No.

Why are you smiling?

'Cause I'm pretty sure

I did it right a few times.

Simon?

Christ, where's Simon?

Simon couldn't make it.

Shit, something's fishy.

We're good.

Simon asked me to complete the transaction.

The trans...

Who the fuck are you?

This is a power of attorney naming me Simon Boulerice's legal representative.

I deal directly with Simon.

Simon's not coming.

Please.

Don't try to fuck me.

Is it all like this? - Yes.

Nice work.

We said $400 a kilo, depending on quality.

The quality's good.

Absolutely.

I have it! Shit, I knew it...

It's him. Christ, it's him.

Who, him?

The guy what's his face asked us to nab at the bus.

The Montreal goombah.

Patenaude? - Patenaude, yeah.

This actor...

he owes him a pile.

It's him.

That you?

Screw Patenaude. He can take care of his own shit.

We have a deal. Don't complicate things.

Yeah, but he offered two grand to find him.

Two grand?

I'll pay double and we forget it.

A bonus.

I like dealing with you.

Let's see the barn.

Just so you know, I have friends watching.

If anything happens they'll alert the police.

You see too many cop shows.

If we killed all our farmers,

there'd be no one to grow our stock.

C'mon, shit!

36, 37, 38.

OK, listen.

420 minus the 40 Simon owes us makes 380.

This is to forget.

Christ, you're hard to figure.

But if Simon grows another crop, we're interested.

I'll pass on the message.

Why not stay the night?

I'm not ready for Montreal.

Still too many ghosts here.

Take care of yourself.

Hi there.

Hello. Alexandre Boulerice?

Yeah.

I'm your dad's friend.

My dad has no friends.

He made some.

Look, Alexandre. I...

I have bad news. Your dad died last week.

He had a heart attack.

He didn't suffer.

In my books, he died long ago.

Maybe, but for him you were very much alive.

He thought of you a lot.

He left you this.

What is it?

A future.

Is this a joke?

It's yours.

Good luck.

You OK, little guy?

You alright?

Want to come in?

Good, son. We'll go inside.

Wanna go for a walk in the woods?