All language subtitles for Les mauvaises herbes (2016) WEB-DLRip

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?