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Hey! Rémy!

Hey! Léo!

Rémy Bouchard, meet Gary Montour...

- What did he say? - Shit.

I got you a security guard.

What a surprise...

to see people in here right now.

Nice to meet you. I'm Gary Montour.

- We gotta go. - Yeah. Hurry.

Don't act so thrilled, man.

You wanted more security, I got you more security.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no... I am happy.

Uh, this is... this is great.

It is. I mean, I asked for a whole squad but...

Gary's top of the line.

Now you can do all those routes you drew up.

Well, not all of them, but...

Although, I guess routes will be up to Gary now.

Yeah, of course.

Wait, what?

Why will routes be up to Gary?

With his experience, uh... You should see his C.V., man.

- Ah. - It's killer.

He's gonna be a great boss.

- All right. - Wait, my boss?

- Permission to come on board, buddy... - Yeah, yeah, yeah...

I've worked here for years, man.

It was my idea to hire him.

You asked for more men, I got you more men.

No, no. Man. A man.

That's it, Rémy!

It's done. Deal with that.

All right?

Come on, man, let's go.

It's so nice to finally have a real Head of security here.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It's fucking freezing. And it still smells like shit.

We could've done this at the diner, Ruth.

We're not going back there.

A guard, a mobster and a well-known pain-in-the-ass

are seen getting pancakes,

who do you think rockets up the suspect list?

Yeah, well, nice thing about this place:

people only see one thing.

Hey, guys. Guys.

- Well, team, obviously we have a problem. - Yeah, gros problème.

Why did they suddenly hire more security?

- Are they on to us? - No, no, nothing like that.

They hired more security because I've been asking

- for more security. - Don't you know how robberies work?

- What is wrong with you? - I didn't know

they were gonna listen to me all of a sudden. They never listen.

But get this: he's my boss.

Oh God. Really? Holy shit, did he take your parking spot?

Who the fuck cares, Rémy! He's a guard, that's the fucking problem.

You've probably never had a real job,

but it's standard practice to offer a promotion

- to a current employee. - Rémy, stop saying dumb shit.

Your new pal just cost us 300k.

- Oh, we are not pals. - We're gonna have to cover our losses

- tonight, somehow. - Don't look at me.

I can't keep planning around all this stupid.

I wish he were stupid. But he's actually really smart.

Smells good too. Bastard.

I don't know how we're going to sneak the barrels back in,

let alone rob the place. We should postpone.

Rémy, what did I say about saying dumb shit?

I am reluctant to suggest this because of your delicate sensibilities.

But we don't have time for half measures.

Exactly. Get him out of here. Then hire a new guy, up-and-comer,

nothing flashy, after we rob, right?

Wrong. Here's an idea: we kill him.

You fucking maniac.

- You're not killing anyone. - I don't wanna hurt anybody,

- but we don't have any time. - I will go to the cops.

Tying him up, blindfolding him, any Boy Scout bullshit you come up with,

that only lasts once. We need three nights, all night long.

Lean on him. Threaten him. Do scumbag stuff.

We don't have time to get fancy. This is the only way.

I thought you wanted us to be a team, Ruth?

- Rémy has been wronged. - Mm-hmm.

Now it's our job to have his back.

Mike, does your bullshit ever actually work on people?

Fine. Be a coward.

We could Nancy Kerrigan the guy.

Hmm, Nancy Kerrigan... Now that is a woman.

One or two whacks. Break a couple bones... It could work.

I like it...

- I could get behind that. - Which bones?

- Which bones? - Yeah, Mike. Which bones?

Looking back over this thing, I haven't noticed a particular knack

for nuance or restraint.

So when you say bones, I wanna know which ones?

I don't know, Ruth, the leg bones, legs?

- The tibia, fibia... - Fibula.

Shut up, Rémy. Maybe a couple of ribs. I don't know the medical term for those.

- No, just ribs. - Oh my God, Rémy.

You puncture a lung or his spleen, and then, he's dead,

and Martin wakes up to a wife

who is an accomplice to a murder. No way.

Oh my God, you make everything so fucking difficult.

Fine. I break his legs.

Tibia, fibula. That okay for everyone?

Mm-hmm.

One.

- One leg. - One leg.

He'll be out of commission for several weeks. We can rob tonight.

- Are we good? - Mm-hmm.

- We're good. - Okay.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy... some titty.

I'll be outside.

- What'd she say? - I don't know.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Hey! Christmas ornament. Over here.

Let me in. My nostrils are frozen.

Where'd you put Orval's barrels? I'll get 'em back in today.

Now? There's workers.

You'll never get them in without being seen.

- I will. - How? I's impossible.

- I'll figure it out. - They're in my garage.

Under a tarp.

Don't kill him.

Robbery's at 8 PM. See you then.

I've been working on the license plate of our truck.

We assumed it was a local plate, but when you zoom in...

B-I-A.

- Hm. - That's British Columbia.

I mean, there can't be too many B.C. plates around here.

I'm gonna check it out.

Hm... Knock yourself out. Détective Nadeau?

Neovison vison?

I don't know it.

Okay, okay, okay, you mean,

from a, from a coat or actual vermin?

Okay, thank you.

All right, that was the lab.

Plenty of boring in the Steeks sugar shack, but...

the lab found one interesting lead

and it's covered in the victim's blood.

Tell me everything you know about mink fur.

Okay, uh...

They key is to find an isolated spot. Like back alley...

- Yeah. - Fishing hole, something.

Actually, this is not bad.

Call Gary and invite him here. A shitty parking lot, it's perfect.

- I don't think he's gonna come. - Of course he'll come.

Call him, invite him to lunch. If you invited me, I'd come.

Call him.

Call him. What?

I'm a little... nervous. Okay?

Rémy. Hey. Remember how you felt before you came up to me

- at the restaurant? - Yeah, I thought I was going to shit.

Yeah, but you did it anyway.

And God's honest truth, that inspired me.

I looked at you I was like: That-that, that's a man...

That's a man I have to work with.

- So you call that fucker. - Yeah.

- This guy doesn't respect you. - Mm-hmm.

He stole your job. Fuck that guy.

- Yeah, fuck that guy. - Yeah, fuck that guy.

Fuck that guy.

- Gary Montour. - Hey, Gary. Rémy Bouchard.

Thought you might be sleeping. Takes a bit to get used

to the graveyard shift, eh?

- Oh Rémy, from work, right? - Yeah.

- What, are you calling in sick? - Sick?

Of course not.

Me? I'd work with cancer, ha.

- Any of 'em. Even pancreas. - Hah. Alright, so?

Yeah-yeah, so I was thinking, uh, we should get lunch.

Eh, compare notes. I can brief you some of the ins and outs of...

Oh, I appreciate that, I really do.

Kind of you, but I can't today. Rain check?

We-we-we-we-well, well... It's pretty crucial stuff here, Gar.

Must-have intel. Really can't wait.

Could really tighten our ship. I mean, warehouse.

I'd love to. But I'm checking my traps today. Let's talk at work.

Wait-wait-wait, I-I-I'll come with you.

I love checking traps. Yeah.

I'm a mink man, myself, uh, but coyote, beaver, rabbit, catch 'em all.

- Then kill 'em. - Okay, sounds like a plan.

The ZEC du Nord parking lot? Say, an hour?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, an hour. In the woods, cool.

Yeah, see you, Gar... I mean, Gary. I mean, I mean, bye.

Yeah!

All right. Perfect. Even better.

- The woods. - Yeah.

- You're a natural, kid. - I think I am.

Okay. Let's go break this guy's fucking leg.

I don't think I could convince Florence of two days in a row

so you're gonna just stick it out alone, Buster.

Hmm-hmm. Good.

Mm-hmm?

What the hell? Josée's moving?

Close your eyes.

Cross your legs. Rest your hands on your knees.

And let your inner voice resurface.

This shit gets you in the zone?

All right. Are we, are we clear on the plan?

Yeah, simple.

I walk him out into the woods. You sneak up and whack him with that bat.

What's that for?

For emergencies. Better to have and not need

than the other way around, right?

- Oh. That's him? - Yeah.

- Fuck that guy, right? - Yeah, fuck that guy.

Fuck him not in a nice way.

His fucking honeymoon. Fuck that guy.

- Fuck that guy. - You got this, Rem dog.

Hey. Rémy.

Thanks for coming out. Ready for this?

Now, that's a framer.

- Hmm. Madame... - Eat your egg salad. I know where he is.

Léonard, we need to talk.

I'll call you back.

No, Ruth, you can't go, yeah...

What is the meaning of this?

You mean... what do the words mean?

- Do you want me to read them to you? - $100,000 dollars?

You can't fine me for having fines.

My son sets Association policy. I'm just an advisor.

Well, yes uh, thanks, Dad, but it in this particular case...

What happened to you?

Remember when you used to work your own trees

instead of hiring out and I'd lend you tubes?

I am protecting farmers.

The Association. If there are no fines, why follow the rules at all?

Yeah, we've all heard the act, Léonard.

You're not fooling anyone.

- My father is... - Oh, except maybe him.

Congratulations.

No one cares more about farmers and their syrup than me.

Really? Because to me...

Oh, Léonard, it looks like you're doing a real shit job.

What are those?

- Are... are, are those... - Thousands of dollars of brown,

lying on the ground.

Yes, Maxime, it's Léo. Can you check the loading dock...

Give me that.

Yeah, Léonard...

Why are barrels from my National Reserve in the parking lot?

Bring those back in A.S.A. - Fucking-P.

You hear me?

I want them back in the building now!

You! Come right back, okay?

Guys, we're not planning on being here 'til Christmas.

Come on, faster! Jeez!

Yeah, that's great, assholes.

That's good farmer's syrup.

Just... Don't listen to her. Get them in here.

Theodora claims you're a mink guy, Mr Bouchard.

- I'm a mink guy. - Yeah.

Been breeding and, uh, processing those little critters

- for, uh, oh... over 20 years now. - Hmm.

Uh, this isn't about Orval Steeks, is it?

No-no-no, no, nothing like that.

Just, uh, professional curiosity, more than anything else.

Uh, Mr Bouchard...

What could you tell us about this little piece here?

Is that a joke?

Did Rémy put you up to this?

The little jokester!

Oh. What do you mean?

I mean, this is Mr Cinnamon.

I'd know him anywhere.

One of our softest.

He loved toast, the little wacko. Hm.

Excusez-moi.

- Ha. Who is Mr Cinnamon? - On of our minks.

Member of the family, really.

I made him into mittens for Rémy's birthday.

- I mean, I can take a... - Are you sure, Mr Bouchard?

Sure, I'm sure.

- Look, the green. - Yeah?

I dyed him myself.

- But I'm sure Rémy told you all... - Where is he, Maurice? Is he...

He texted me actually just before I came in.

He said he was going to la ZEC du Nord with a friend.

You're driving.

Next trap is just ahead.

You're looking for something back there?

Oh no, no. Just habit.

Always check your six, huh?

Oh, you served.

Call of Duty.

So, uh, that must-have intel you wanted to tell me about?

Oh, yeah, well, just the warehouse.

I've been working there a long time.

I know it seems simple, but it's not.

There's no budget, no cameras, ton of blind spots.

Do you know how much we're guarding there?

Uh, eyeball, I'd say 20-30 million?

Try 150, dude.

And that's before Harvest Day.

In a few days, we lock it all down.

Re-weight every barrel, take in the new surplus.

Should be 200 before long.

Wow. That's too much for one guy.

Maybe for you. But I've done it.

For years, I've done it.

Just me. In charge.

And then, one night, out of the blue, that's it?

I mean, it's kind of standard practice to promote the exist...

Oh you know what? Forget about it. Where's your fucking stupid next trap?

Ow.

Hey. Hey. Rem, wait up.

- This way, thank you. - Get lost, Junior.

Yeah. The last time you were here,

you did thousands of dollars in damages.

So I'll keep an eye on you, thank you.

And who's keeping an eye on you and old man scumbag?

My father has done nothing but protect this industry.

You should be thanking him.

Jesus, you really believe his shit, don't you?

All right, let's go, please.

You know Josée Vallée? Farm next to mine?

They're moving. Sold in a rush.

- Okay, yeah, so? - So? So?

Your father was fining them too. Even worse than me.

Then suddenly some holding company comes in and offers to buy them out.

Real dogshit offer too.

- What are you saying? - I'm saying, do what secretaries do:

check the fucking paperwork.

You might learn something.

Hello uh, this is uh, Léonard Gauthier speaking

from the Association Érable Québec.

I don't mean to cause any trouble,

but, I-I feel compelled to report a safety concern.

An unwell man, an old friend in a coma, was left alone today.

Like so many days before.

Yes, I can give you his address.

So? What are you? Military?

Léo said you have an impressive C.V.

- Ah. He's exaggerating. - Yeah. Probably.

Yeah, a couple of tours. Some peacekeeping with the U.N.,

but nothing special.

- Shit, okay. - What's your story?

I wanted to enlist. I should have.

But my dad didn't want me to.

After my mom left, I just...

Oh hey, hey, yeah, it's okay...

I mean, your dad needed you.

- That's important, too. - Yeah.

So I poured my life into this. Guarding the Association.

- And you've done a fine job. - I have.

I have.

And then they just...

Just what? Who?

The Léonards. They just hire you and make you my boss.

After all I've done for them. All I've given them.

- Yeah, that sucks. - Yeah.

Well, listen, I don't want to come and piss on your leg.

And believe me, I didn't know the situation. So...

Yeah.

I'll just quit.

What? You'll quit?

I don't want have any bad blood between us.

I've got a bunch of offers. Uh, this one was just closer to my house.

- Huh. - We good?

I just need to make a quick call, okay?

- What? - I did it.

Did what?

I got Gary to quit. I convinced him.

He's quitting, so we don't have to hurt him.

I don't believe you, Rémy.

You've been soft on this from the beginning.

And I didn't trudge all the way out here to not do the job.

No, Mike, it's all fixed. He'll quit, we can do the heist tonight.

Oh. Oh, I see you.

Where's your bat?

Had to call an audible, kid.

What's an audible?

Why did you stop? Is an audible giving up?

Nope.

Duck.

- What was that? - A hunter?

Hey! We're in your line of fire!

I don't think that's a hunter.

Run! Oh, your bag. Your bag.

Why do they always have to run?

Hi. Rémy, is it done?

He's shooting. May day. May day.

What? I can't hear you.

Mike...

I got Gary to quit, but he doesn't care, he's going crazy.

Goddamnit. Where are you?

ZEC du Nord. Hurry.

He almost shot me.

Fucking Mike.

Yes, please come quickly. He's crazy.

Alright, I called the cops.

They're on their way. But we need to keep moving.

We're almost to the cars, I think we can make it. You ready?

Yeah. Just give me a second, please.

- Who the hell is this guy? - A huge asshole.

You can't underestimate the obvious.

But Rémy does seem like an odd choice.

Attention all units. Shots fired in la ZEC du Nord.

- Shots fired in la ZEC du Nord. - Shit.

Squad 57 responding. Over.

- Okay. Ready? - Yeah.

Go.

Boom.

Gotcha.

What the hell are you doing?

My job.

Oh, that sucks...

All right, let's do this the hard way.

Got him.

- We good? - Uh... yeah.

Watch him, I'll tell the cops we got it handled.

Wha... The cops?

- Uh, Gary, Gary? - Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

- Uh, Gary, maybe not the cops? - Yes. Yes.

Yes, I just called.

We have him, we have him detained,

We're at the South West...

- What the hell, man! - This was not the plan.

The plan is fucked. You made sure of that, didn't you? Let me go.

- Hey, you got him, Rem? - Yeah. Okay.

I can't let you go. You tried to kill us.

- Tried to kill him. - Yes, yeah, no, we have him.

- This is gonna hurt, Rémy. - What? Ah!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Oh... shit.

- Hey, you okay? - I've had worst.

Let's go.

That was... insane.

Yeah.

Whoa.

I can't leave you. Not now.

- What do you mean? - Well, I can't quit.

You've got my back and I've got yours.

- Yeah, sure. - But not as your boss.

How about partners?

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah. Let's go.

Ruth! Ruth!

- Where's Rémy? - Just drive. Drive!

- Where's Rémy? - Go, go, go.

What the hell happened? We had a plan.

- I improvised. - Well, fucking don't.

Oh shit.

Dammit, cops.

Get down.

Just stay calm, Ruth. Don't look suspicious.

- You heard the victim, right? - Hm.

Rémy tried to protect him. He's a good guy.

Yeah, we'll see in his interview tomorrow.

What about the guy in the red jacket?

I mean, he tried to kill them.

Who knows...

Maybe him and Bouchard are in cahoots.

It's just a joke.

Just a joke.

I'm home.

I'm sorry, I...

I'm late. It won't happen again.

I...

Martin?

Martin?

Martin?

No!

No!

What do you want, Charlie?

We got a problem.

Damnit, Mikey.

Handle it.

Call Bo.