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♪ Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop ♪

♪ Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop ♪

♪ Call my baby lollipop Tell you why ♪

♪ His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie ♪

♪ And when he does his shaky rockin' dance ♪

♪ Man, I haven't got a chance ♪

♪ I call him Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop ♪

Fucking...

Goddamnit!

♪ Lollipop ♪

- Ruth! - Yeah-yeah!

Ruth!

Florence, oh.

Got here as fast as I could.

All right, tell me, how's his breathing?

Has he had any seizures?

Hey, Martin.

Martin's fine. What the heck, Ruth?

Yeah, he took, he took a positive turn.

So when you called in a panic saying he was dying, that was...

A false alarm. Uh, it must have been gas.

I have patients, Ruth.

I have real patients that depend on me, that trust me.

Yeah, Saint Florence, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, the holy one.

Don't poke at me.

I have tried to embrace you,

to be a good sister. If you had just asked me, I would have come.

Yeah, we both have plenty of complaints, all right?

So, how about you extend a hand and look after him today?

- All right? - No! No!

I will only help you when I'm at the hospital.

I have made that perfectly clear.

When you are ready to bring him back in, call me.

I have a job interview.

That's great, yeah, that's, that's progress.

You really should get out.

But what's happening with the farm?

They killed our taps.

- What does that mean? How do... - Léonard does what he wants.

Please look after him today.

No. I said I wouldn't,

I'm not gonna be a part of this insane system you've created.

I need money.

Oh! Oh!

- I am not giving you any money! - I didn't ask you!

Just trying to be realistic, like you said.

Fine.

Fine, I will take the morning off.

But one blip on his EKG and I am calling an ambulance,

I swear my hand on the King James.

You got it, Ruth?

You better get that job.

Bathroom smells like shit!

Hey! Liam!

How are your trees doin'?

- What crawled up his ass? - Yeah.

Um, as I was saying uh... We gotta end this war with Ruth, Dad.

Let everyone cool off.

Absolutely not.

She assaulted a building owned by the farmers of this town.

Besides, we finally got her by the balls.

No, no, we really don't.

She's gaining support.

Just sweep it under the rug, that's the play.

We have to think about optics here.

- Optics? Ha! - Yeah.

You're your mother's son, that's for sure.

Ah, the main course!

Thanks.

Can't have a hot morning without Louise's hot cakes.

I don't make 'em.

Sweetie pie, excuse, but there's no syrup.

Ah, be a good girl, get me some syrup.

We're out.

But Liam's got syrup.

We're. All. Out.

I've got a warehouse full that says otherwise.

- Hey, chop chop! - Yeah, Dad, optics. Optics, Dad.

Really?

Is this because of her?

Have you forgotten what I've done for you?

Hey, uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, that's too much.

Nice place, bring your kids here?

It's safe. I got people inside.

Though I gotta say, I usually try to find a place

that doesn't smell so much like shit.

We're downwind of the dairy farms.

Suck it up, pussy.

So, the dead guy's storage unit is about an hour away.

Could this wait until, I don't know, after breakfast?

Because the cops know about it too.

- Might already be on their way. - Then why are we doing it?

If the syrup barrels Rémy and his buddy stole are still there

and the cops find them, they'll lock down the warehouse

and our whole operation is fucked.

Do this and we can steal syrup all night.

$300,000 by tomorrow morning, easy.

- Easy. Okay, great. - Hey! We're not done here.

Come on, Ruth, it's freezing! I've been up since the crack

cleaning the truck, switched the plates... What?

You need to apologize.

No, never, to who? Why?

Rémy's scared you threatened to kill him.

Oh... I didn't threaten to kill him.

- If I threatened to kill him, he'll know. - Just apologize. I vouched for you.

- Oh you vouched for me? - Mm-hmm.

They have good wings here.

There he is! That's the man!

That's the man I've been wanting to see. Rémy. Okay... Hey, partner.

Look, listen, we were just talking and I...

I understand there was a miscommunication.

Okay? Now what you saw from me, what you think you saw yesterday...

- That was passion, Rémy. - Oh, passion?

Yes!

In the moment, of the... For the job!

Now we need you! I need you, okay? Hop in.

Yeah, your provisions are all packed up?

It's a... It's a big bag. What, did you pack for a month?

- We're not going to fucking war, Rémy! - Hey!

Oh, oh, so, I-I, okay...

Holy shit! Did you see that?

- Holy... So I just saw that. It just... - Yeah.

It did, it popped up again. I saw it that time, okay?

That was passion.

You were smart to sort of see like, "Hey, he's gotta rein that in."

I promise you that I will, on my honor,

that'll never happen again. Okay?

- So hop in. - Did you kill Orval?

No way!

- Oh! Oh no, oh is that? - No?

No! No! Listen.

I told you, the guy had his hand in a million different pots.

One of 'em must have got too hot.

Yeah. I did warn him about divided focus.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah.

In our line of work, that's fucking dangerous, right?

What do you say, Rémy?

- Best friends to the end, right? - All right, yeah!

Hey! I brought gorp!

- Morning! - Bonjour!

Wow.

Did you sleep well?

You're really into the arts and crafts of it all.

No red string?

I, uh, wanted to get you up to speed.

This is the crime scene and the victim was found here.

Yeah, I was there this morning, I know.

What is this?

I got ten cases waiting for me back in Montreal,

so what else you got on the victim?

- Uh... Right. - We need more.

Well, he's a local, a bit of a barfly.

What is this? A storage unit. What did you find there?

- I actually haven't had the time... - All right, let's go! We're going.

Six weeks? Ha!

You wait all year long for a lousy six weeks to tap syrup?

- Sap. - What?

She said sap.

Four to six weeks to collect the tree's sap.

- Then we turn the sap to syrup. - It's not just syrup in the trees?

No. No!

That would... That would be amazing, but...

Okay, but we're stealing the syrup, right?

We're not stealing sap.

Of course, not!

Sap... How do you not know this?

Uh, 'cause no one does, Ruth, no one except sap farmers?

They're not called sap farmers.

The point is, sugaring season's almost over.

Sugar? When did sugar come into this conversation?

Sap... Syrup...

My point is, nothing's getting robbed after harvest day.

Yeah. People deposit their excess syrup before the big party at the warehouse.

Busiest day of the year. So, we only have three nights to do this.

Three nights.

You're leaving Martin alone for three nights? Is that safe?

Screw you.

I'm getting someone to watch him. My sister.

- Your sister? - Yeah.

Where the fuck are you telling your sister that you're going?

You can't just change routines, that's a red flag!

- Fucking amateur move! - Oh!

Is this plan an amateur move?

Filling the barrels with water and slipping them back into the warehouse?

Because that's all me!

You're driving too fucking slow! How many times do I have to tell you?

The police are... Rémy, what the fuck are you doing?

Can you take up more fucking room?!

What?!

I'm just opening more gorp.

- My God! - Oh!

Never forget your multi-tool.

Ah-ha.

Cops. Cops.

- That's the officer who arrested me! - Fuck, fuck.

What the fuck are they doing?

Going to Orval's storage unit like I said.

- They're beating us there. - There's no way they're going there.

Oh well, cops, 45 minutes outside of town, where else are they going?

- Okay, we can beat them there. - What, speed past the cop car

on the way to a crime scene? Is that your plan?

Fine, Ruth, fine. Let's do it your way, we'll slow down, Ruth.

I can't find the warrant.

Oh shit!

Um, I...

What?

I forgot about the warrant.

- What? - I forgot.

- What do you mean, you forgot? - I... We left in a rush.

I didn't know that we were searching it today...

Which is something you could've mentioned back at the station!

- Yeah. - Fuck.

You're too close!

- I'm just the right amount of close! - They're gonna see us!

Shut up or I swear to God I'm gonna give those cops

another two murders to investigate!

Uh...

Tiny problem...

There's no reception.

All right, well, we'll get off, find reception,

then you can clean up your mess.

- They're exiting. - What?

Perfect! We can beat them now.

- What the hell are you doing? - Following them.

What, why? This is our chance!

If they beat us to the barrels, the heist is off.

I need to know what they know.

Mike, partner, I don't wanna question you, but...

Would you listen? If they get off here,

they could stop for five minutes or 45,

- we won't know. - We'll know we're ahead of them.

I'm not in the business of racing to a crime

- knowing the cops are right behind me. - Three seconds ago,

- you wanted to beat them there. - We follow them,

I can at least buy us some time, it's the smart move.

Oh, so now you're the smart one.

I'm the professional. Decisions have been made!

Great. They stopped and we also fucking stopped.

Mike's got a plan. What's the plan?

Our cop friends are about to have a bit of car trouble.

- Sit tight. - You're gonna break into a cop car?

That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.

This is fine, this is the plan.

Thank you.

...not bad. Hmm.

Everything's all set. They'll email the warrant

- when it's ready. - All right, let's eat.

Okay...

I got the warrant.

There.

Where do you wanna sit?

- There... Sure. - Let's go there.

- They're going to the window. - He's not gonna make it!

Get me down here!

Here... Come on...

Fucking French.

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing? Get outta here!

- If I move, you go to jail. - I'm not finished yet.

How long does it take

- to cut a couple of wires? - Longer. It takes longer, Ruth.

Guys, I'm on it.

Nice.

Never forget your multi-tool.

- All right, all right. - Go, go, go!

Wait a minute.

Please, again, don't do this.

Is it not my job as the Chief Manager of the Association

- to enforce the codes and bylaws? - Advisor to the Manager. But I...

- You saw them in the diner. - Yeah!

That's because of her. She could start an uprising.

We can add security. Rémy's done a slew of proposals.

Listen to yourself. Rémy?

Give me a break!

Dad...

Yes?

Uh, uh...

- Where's Ruth? - I imagine if she wanted you to know,

she would've told you.

- Uh, well... - Uh, no, we'll,

- we'll come back, thank you. - No, no, no, no. Uh...

My name is Léonard Gauthier from the Association...

Yes, yes. I know who you are, yes, yes.

You're a popular figure in all of her rants.

Well, uh, glad to hear it. Now, this is for her, okay?

This is time sensitive.

What?

She was telling the truth.

Excuse me?

She says that you are Satan.

And I didn't believe her at first,

but $100,000 doubling every week?

You will have her house in a month.

Well, that may be, but you see...

She's been operating an unlicensed farm for almost two years now.

And... not only that, a simple scan of her trees

shows she's increased taps,

- which is a compounding violation. - You think this makes you look tough?

Excuse me?

Harassing the wife on an invalid?

Because it doesn't. It makes you look weak.

And I can see it in your face.

You are a weak cowardly man.

- And if I can see it... - Okay, okay, this was a mistake.

Just make sure she gets this.

You know what, everyone can see it!

They are all losing faith in you.

All of them! Sooner or later, Ruth will make sure

that everyone turns their backs on you!

- Shit! - I can call a tow truck.

It'll be here in an hour.

I'm not waiting for a fucking tow truck!

There you go!

Two in one day, still got it, Mikey! Still got it!

Well, shit...

- Of course he's a hoarder. - No, we've got time!

An auto repair truck will take at least an hour.

Rémy, look for the barrels. Mike, a word.

- Don't you think all three of us... - Rémy, barrels!

- Okay, okay. - Mike, let's go.

Lucky.

What's going on?

Uh, an old lady and an idiot are ruining my perfect heist?

- I mean, back there with the cops. - I ran out of time.

Chicken Little did it in five seconds. What were you looking for?

I have no idea

- what you're talking about. - I saw you going through their shit.

- What are you up to, Mike? - Why are you so pissed?

This is working! You with the truck, Rémy with the tire,

- we're firing on all cylinders. - Don't try to play me!

Were you involved in Orval's death?

No.

Because if you were, I'm out.

I didn't sign up for fucking murder.

It's a good thing I didn't fucking murder him then, Ruth.

I love Martin more than anyone in the world except you.

Just leave him out of it.

I can't. Because I'm doing all this, dealing you in,

putting up with Dumb and Dumber, all for Martin.

He's like a brother to me. I'd never put him in danger.

And killing this fucking Orval? That puts Martin in danger.

Why would I do that, Ruth? Why would I do that?

I don't know. Bigger share of the money, maybe?

Impress the boys back in Boston?

You hear yourself? You sound crazy.

I got money, Ruth. I'm flush...

I'm, I'm... doing this to pad my retirement.

I didn't kill Steeks, I wasn't looking for anything in the cop car.

I was looking for the ignition wires,

these new models are harder... harder to find.

Are we good?

We're fine.

Found the barrels! Orval used a tarp.

Cops! Cops!

You said an hour! Come on!

- Did they see us? - Get the barrels on the truck.

Get them on the truck! Hurry up! Let's go!

What the fuck is this one full?

- We're on, in the wrong aisle. - Yeah.

- Bring 'em back in! - What?!

There isn't enough time,

- bring' em back in. - We can't, Ruth!

Roll it on back!

Move it!

- We're trying to! - Move it! Move it!

- Roll it in! - It's going uphill!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on! Hurry it up!

Come on! They're here! I'm not getting caught!

You hear me, I'm not getting... Ah!

All right. I think this is it.

- It's there. Here. - Yeah.

Alright!

This is it. 40-42.

- Yeah! - It's not even locked!

Yeah, good, all right!

- Shit! - It's not working?

No.

Let's go get the manager.

No! No tow truck, no manager, come on.

- Help! - Sure. Sorry.

Go! Lift!

Lift!

What is this? Fuck.

Oh fuck! Oh shit!

Yeah, envoye.

- We almost had it, once more. - Yeah.

Yeah! Yeah! Yes!

What is this?! Ah, it's just stuck.

Yeah, uh... Yeah...

All right, one more time, come on.

It's okay.

No, if we just, uh... squish it a little bit maybe?

- Okay, one more time. - Yeah, yeah.

Shit! What is this, tabarnak?

- Well... - There's nothing easy!

Come on! Let's go find the manager.

A fucking nightmare!

The whole thing!

This whole investigation.

I think it's okay.

Oh!

All good!

Oh, wow.

Ugh, this is gonna take days.

- You're gonna need to call in the techs. - They're still behind processing

the murder scene. We can do this ourselves.

And contaminate the crime scene? I don't think so.

It's a room full of garbage. What could you possibly find yourself?

This!

Somebody broke in.

- Right? - Fuck!

Wait. Shit...

Look at this hole.

No nail did this.

- Yeah. - And wasn't there a black truck

parked over there just a few minutes ago?

There was a black truck back at the restaurant.

Yup! That's the only angle I've got.

Can you back it up?

Yeah, there, stop!

- The truck. - Yeah.

We're gonna need this tape.

I keep asking myself how I'm gonna stay awake all night.

And then I remember...

- Money. - Hm!

- A crap load of money. - Yup.

You're sure there's no security cameras?

None. Just me. Easy pickings.

So let's go steal enough to make Léonard bleed.

- Let's do it. - Let's go.

A third of a million by breakfast.

I wish I could tell my dad.

He would crap himself.

Okay, stay here, I'll let you in.

Alright.

Hey! Rémy!

Hey! Léo!

Rémy Bouchard, meet Gary Montour!

I got you a new security guard.