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Monsieur Steeks?

Monsieur Steeks?

Mr. Orval Steeks?

Anyone home?

Allô?

Mr. Steeks?

It's the police.

Mr. Steeks?

We got a call about a disturbance?

Maybe the neighbours heard a raccoon?

There would be shit everywhere.

There is shit everywhere.

Come on, let's go. There's nothing here.

Hmm.

What's that?

Dadadadadha...

I think it's La Cucaracha.

I know it's La Cuc...

But where is it coming from?

Hmm. It's syrup.

It's good, too.

Must've dropped his phone while he was...

Oh! Fuck!

Oh!

- Oh God! - Shit.

Oh God!

I'm gonna be sick.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Don't touch my fucking shit!

Hey!

Get your hands off my trees! Get 'em off!

Okay, pardon me, Ms...?

Don't touch my tree!

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm with the Association Érable Québec.

I'm not stupid. I speak French.

Mm-hmm.

Are you Ruth Landry?

No, I'm Jennifer Aniston, this is where I like to lay low.

You're spilling my money.

Your farm's being shut down.

What?

And we're also confiscating all your previously harvested syrup.

What is this shit?

Well, you have been deemed an unlicensed operator.

Yeah. Well, who... Who did this?

Was it-was-was this... Was this Léonard?

What... It was Léonard, wasn't it?

All I need is a signature from your husband,

so we can clear this up, if I can speak with him?

Touch one more thing, and I will find out where you live and burn it down!

Not just your house, but the birds and the squirrels,

and all the fucking acorns, and the power lines, the whole deal.

If you think I'm exaggerating, you just ask around!

Whoo!

Happy birthday, my Rémy

Happy birthday, my Rémy

Happy birthday, happy birthday

Happy birthday, my Rémy

Papa, come on!

Happy day before your birthday, mon homme!

Oh, uh...

Make a wish!

Uhh... I better not... I'm off sugar.

Yeah, sorry.

So, Tiger, have you thought about what you want to do for your party?

Uh... I don't know, Dad.

I've got a big day today.

Can we talk about it later? After my presentation?

Are you ready?

Yeah, I am.

But you only turn 40 once.

Yeah...

Dad!

A little gift.

Thank you.

Beth at the bank has been listening to this, and now, she's killing it.

But I'm also killing it, pa.

Of course you are!

Yeah.

Wow!

Thanks!

LADIES WELCOME

Hey, pal, second Tuesday of the month, so...

Not "pal"...

Denis.

Sorry. Dennis.

Not Dennis.

Denis.

Denis.

Denis.

- Denis. - Yeah!

The candyman's back!

Yeah, uh...

Well, look, I really need this month's money.

- And I've had a shit day, so... - Ah...

Sorry.

Lollipop wants his reward.

We have to do this every time? Keep it simple

- and give me the money. - Whoa, whoa...

- This money? - Yeah.

This belongs to the family.

My deal is with them.

How do I know you won't lose it? Candy-ass...

Sorry.

Just messing with you, man.

Say hi to Charlie for me.

Oh!

Léonard!

Léonard?

Where are you, Léonard?!

- Hello, madame Landry. Can I... - Blow me. Léonard!

Can I help you?

- Let me talk to your dad, numbnuts. - Léonard is not available right now, Ruth,

- but as Chief Manager of the AEQ... - Oh, shut up,

I'm not talking to a fucking secretary.

- Léonard, I know you can hear me! - I'm not his secretary, all right?

I'm the Chief Manager of the Association.

Listen, I don't wanna explain the ways of the world to you,

but there's an important old man in an office.

And you're at a desk outside it, answering the phone,

stopping people from walking by.

That makes you a fucking secretary!

No, I'm not a fucking secretary.

I'm an unlicensed operator?! Goddamn it!

- Ruth! How nice of you to... - Oh, shut up, Léonard!

Some ditz in a scarf just yanked our taps!

- Did she say what it was about? - That I'm not licensed

to work my own farm that I've been working for decades!

The red tape in Quebec can be maddening, I know.

But the thing is... Martin is the registered operator,

and as far as I know, he... he's not operating.

He's in a coma!

- What do you want me to do? - Re-file the paperwork

and put your name on it.

I'm sure you're gonna be back up and running by next season.

Next season? You fix this now. Huh!

- Sign a piece of paper. - If I start playing favourites with you,

how would that look to the other hardworking farmers out there?

It wouldn't be fair.

And I know how much you want everything to be fair.

If I don't get every drop out of my trees, I'll go broke!

And Martin'll go back to the hospital where he'll die!

And then I'll die. And everyone will be dead, Léonard!

- Is that what you want? - Of course not.

It's just my hands are tied.

But I'm delighted to hear that it's just a matter of money. Huh?

I'd be more than happy to buy your farm, Ruth.

- You slow-selling piece of shit. - Huh?

You've had a hard-on for our land for years.

I'm simply trying to help a friend...

$300,000 for your farm, Ruth.

Act now, and your problems are over.

Fuck you, Léonard.

Fuck you!

Alright...

And your idiot kid!

Okay. This way, please.

Eh, boy.

Welcome to your guiding white light.

Let out your inner shine.

I'll be your guide on this transformative journey.

My approach combines the teachings of ancient meditation.

Chapter two, making the lotus position your friend,

in order to physically manifest your full potential, close your eyes,

cross your legs, rest your hands on your knees

and let your inner voice resurface.

Relax and dim the mind to full frequency.

Meditate on seizing the moment.

Repeat with me: I am enough.

I will seize my opportunities.

I will go for the gold.

Fucking Léonard.

Where's the sap?

Where are you, motherfucker?

Okay!

Alright, here we go.

Let's make some money.

Ah, there it is.

Mike day.

Have you seen Léo?

We had a meeting scheduled.

I'm not a secretary, Rémy.

There he is.

Martin, it's Mike.

Mike's here.

Hey, big guy!

Looking good, Martin.

We got some treats for you today. Look at this, news of the Celtics.

Hang on. Just put my eyes on.

What have we got? We got Rondo, Rondo had 30 last night, Martin.

And people say he can't shoot. Huh!

We've been in real shit up here, Mike.

So, could you loan us some cash?

- Not much, just a little to get by. - I would if I could, believe me,

but I've got obligations too.

I've got affairs with, frankly, much scarier people than you.

Huh, so...

In all your affairs, how much do you know about... barrel rolling?

Sneaking people's syrup over to New Brunswick.

- You're being coy now? Is that it? - Just take a couple of my barrels.

Mike, they won't let me sell.

We could really use that extra money.

If it was up to me, you know I'd do it in a heartbeat.

You know what this guy means to me. I owe him.

He's like a big brother. But I promised him, Ruth.

Yeah, well, that was before.

He didn't know he was gonna fall in a fucking coma.

I got bills, Mike. Please.

Circumstances change.

I don't go back on my promises, Ruth. I'm sorry.

This isn't fucking heroin, Mike.

Which I don't imagine

- would be a problem for you. - He said, "No matter what happens, Mike,

I ask, Ruth asks, promise me you'll never mix us up in your business.

I know everyone else does, but we don't smuggle.

Our farm is good.

Our farm is pure."

He doesn't talk like that, Mike.

He's a nice guy, he's not Jesus Christ.

We have to move all the B on this wall...

I'm going to load this wall-to-wall with Grade A, understood?

We had a meeting in your office ten minutes ago.

- And, uh, don't you work nights? - Yeah.

I'm here bright and early to give you my presentation, as we agreed.

Could you give us a minute, please?

For fuck's sake, Rémy!

- Not in front of their staff! - I am staff!

I thought we had an appointment. And you're in here, dicking around.

I am working, okay? And I'm talking to you

- as the Chief Manager of the Association. - I wish you'd talk to me

- as your oldest friend. - If I was talking to you as a friend,

I would tell you to stop telling the Chief Manager

- he's dicking around, man. - Sorry. Hmm?

Pe-noww!

- I need more men. - No! No, you don't need more men!

- It's almost Harvest Day. - I'm guarding, what?

- 150 million dollars in maple syrup. - Yeah.

- And I'm the only guy guarding it? - Yup!

Give me a squad. Three men.

Okay, look, I've drawn up routes, schedules...

Uh, Rémy, Rémy, we have a great system.

I'm talking about real security! Men, patrolling...

- Dad doesn't think it's a good idea. - Your dad isn't chief manager anymore.

- Isn't that what you keep saying? - Yeah. But it's more comp...

I've been looking all over for you, trying to get inspectors

to check out the Visitor's Center, and you're here,

- chewin' the fat with dumb-dumb? - No, we're not chewing the fat, Dad...

No, we were discussing about the serious security.

In fact, Léonard, your input on this would be very appreciated.

Hit the road, meatloaf.

Huh? We've got real business here.

- You heard him? - Yeah.

Why I ever let you hire a loser like this guy is beyond me.

I-I-I'm sorry.

I won't let you hire every friend you made at the Cégep! Okay?

- Yeah. I'm sorry, Dad. - We're a business here!

Fuck... Charlie.

No, no...

Fuck.

Hang on.

I can't do this without you.

Please wake up, Martin, please.

♪ Knock knock knocking on Heaven's door... ♪

Orval, come on.

- You're late. - I said I'd be here after the game.

It's after the game. I'm on time.

I wish you'd take this seriously. I'm just not comfortable when...

Yeah, yeah. Just grab the barrel, so I can get out of here, okay?

Hey.

Got your cash from last month.

Thanks.

♪ Knock knock knocking on Heaven's door... ♪

I will go for the gold.

You okay?

You know...

I've been thinking.

How about we up the ante?

This is kids' stuff.

Maybe it's time we do two a month, or three.

- You know, really make our mark. - This thing only works

- because we're doing one barrel a month. - I thought you needed money.

- That's only worth two grand. - You know how much

not being in jail's worth? A whole friggin shit load.

Trust me, Rémy, buddy, you're not jail material.

Right now, it's high-risk, low reward.

- Wanna go for the gold? - Jesus Christ...

Come on, man. At the end of the week, we lock this place down after Harvest Day.

It'll be months before we can steal...

Your phone's on?

Can't figure out how to turn the fucking thing off.

For fuck's sake!

I told you they can track phones!

Why not just paint a sign on your truck that says, "I'm robbing the Association."

Hey... Look...

We're not upping this arrangement, okay?

Rémy, this is a good thing because it's a small thing.

- You understand? Hmm? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, hey!

How are you doing, my little guy?

Fine.

You gotta be better than fine.

Sure, pa, way better...

Are you kidding me?

40 is a big year.

And me, I think it's gonna be your year.

Yeah. Might be.

What, with your presentation and...

following your light.

- What? - Okay, fine, you can have my land.

Oh, Ruth...

How nice to hear from you.

And I'm thrilled to hear you've come to your senses.

Uh, but, but, uh...

I'm afraid I have to reduce my offer.

You said $300,000.

I did, before, but uh...

Things change. Huh?

Always changing. Am I right?

So now, I'm afraid all I can give you is... $200,000.

- If Martin were well, he would... - But he's not, is he?

The way I see it, I'm getting your trees either way.

So... ball's in your court, Ruth.

Timber!

I'll have chicken teriyaki and red wine, please.

Any preference on the wine, sir?

Second cheapest one.

Here.

Happy birthday, my boy.

Thanks, Dad.

Wow!

Oh yeah! Ha-ha!

Mittens!

Yeah, it's uh, Mister Cinnamon from last season.

Yeah, I recognize.

Soft, eh?

I stitched 'em myself.

♪ These dreams go on when I close my eyes ♪

♪ Every second of the night, I live another life ♪

♪ These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside ♪

♪ Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away ♪

♪ There's something out there I can't resist ♪

♪ I need to... ♪

Om...

Om...

Okay.

Hey, Bo, it's me. Checking in.

Yes, Bo. Everything is fine here. Yeah.

Mm-hmm. Mr. Devaney is gonna be very happy.

No. No. No, no.

No problems at all with border police. Money well spent.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, tell Mr. Devaney I'll be back in Boston tomorrow.

Yep.

Okay. Alright.

Yeah.

Talk then. Bye.

Asshole.

My name is Rémy Bouchard,

and I know of 150 million dollars sitting, unguarded,

about five minutes from here.

Honey, go pick your lobster out of the tank.

Woo!

Wake the fuck up, everyone!

Yeah!

I've been sneaking out barrels of maple syrup,

one a month for three months, and no one's noticed.

There are no cameras.

And the only security guard there is me.

Everybody, wake up!

I'm coming for you, Léonard!

So, what I am thinking is,

me and my partner take 65 percent

and you take the remaining 45.

35. It's, it's 35.

No-no-no, it's okay, it's okay, I insist.

For overhead and incidentals.

And helping us sell.

You can help us moving a million, can't you?

Woo-hoo!

Woo!

My family doesn't do a lot of work up here.

So, I gotta ask you, if you don't mind...

No, no, no, go.

How did you know to come to me?

Your suit, the lady...

The way you walk the room.

Also, I heard you in the can, so...

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm impressed.

Hooray for you.

Ah! Thank you!

We'll be in touch, Rémy.

Because what you brought me here today...

It's a great opportunity.

Oh.

Thank you.

- All right, Rémy, that's it. - Okay!

- We'll be in touch. - Yeah! Yeah! Okay, uh... Enjoy!

Thanks, Rémy. Oh, one more thing,

you said you had an associate, what'd you say his name was again?

Orval, Orval Steeks.

- Uh, good guy. - Oh I'm sure.

- Okay, thank you! - Okay, thank you!

You want my trees, Léonard?

You can have them! Every last fucking one of them!

Fuck you, Léonard!

Enjoy the syrup, dickhead!

Woo-hoo!

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

I need your brains, I got this new opportunity.

What kind of opportunity?

A way to help you and Martin.

Yeah, what happened to the promise you made?

Never let me sell you our syrup?

Thing is, it wouldn't be your syrup.

I'll call you back.

- Yeah? - Are you Orval Steeks?

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