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Shit!

Uh, sorry, who is it?

Open the fucking door.

I've come to rescue my wayward sheep.

Look, I-I'd love to chat, the thing is this. Bo, if you... if you come back...

Mike! Just open the door.

You wouldn't happen to have a gun drawn, would you?

You're my little Mikey.

Would I knock if I wanted to kill you?

So, open the door, Mike. I am freezing my balls off.

Bo!

- Mike. - It's so good to see you!

All right, sit down, Mr Bouchard.

Yeah! Always happy to help a fellow man of the law.

Uh, woman. Women.

- Yeah. - I'm a security guard.

- So... yesterday was pretty crazy, huh? - Mm-hmm.

Random attack in the woods. Wow.

And you're... you're sticking with that story?

Just a crazed stranger in the woods...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good thing there's people like us to protect and serve.

And Gary told us

how you saved his life, Rémy.

You're a real hero, Rémy.

But that's not what we're here to discuss today.

Let's talk about...

the murder of Orval Steeks.

Why are you...

W-Why are you showing me this?

- They're not commonly shown to the public. - No. Just to suspects.

Wait, what? You think I... Orval?

Evidence linked to you was found at the murder scene.

Rémy, okay, your dad basically gift-wrapped

the whole thing for us yesterday.

Dad... I-I didn't do anything.

There's... there's nothing to...

This here, you see that? This came from your mitten.

We found this covered in Orval's blood.

What happened there, Rémy?

Why did you kill your best friend? Huh?

I-I didn't kill him!

Where are your mittens, Rémy?

My mittens weren't...

I don't know!

What did you bash his head in with, Rémy?

A hammer? A rock? An iron rod?

I didn't kill Orval! I wouldn't do that!

- Yes! You did! - I don't have the mittens.

- You don't? - No.

Did you misplace them or...?

Remy, think. It's important.

I've never even worn them.

I-I must have forgotten them at the restaurant.

- I was so excited about the... - Excited about what?

Uh, the... the cake!

But you're sure that you left them at the restaurant?

Yes.

So maybe someone took them or...?

Oui. Yes.

Yes, somebody must have.

Someone... someone stole your birthday gift

and immediately went out and killed your best friend?

Rémy, why would anyone do that?

I'm not talking!

Are you arresting me?

Then you should leave.

Now!

All right!

This is very serious, doctor. I could be calling the police right now.

Right, listen, she's had a rough few years.

Let me just explain it to her.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

- What did that harpy want? - Get in.

Social services, my ass.

I've been here all night.

All I want is to take home my husband in a coma!

It's not going to happen and it certainly isn't like that.

You told them, you... you reported me.

No. I've spent all night making sure that you didn't get into trouble.

Then who? Fucking Leonard.

I'll gun him!

I'll pay all the fines, I'll keep my house.

- I can do it. - Thousands of dollars? How?

- He needs me, that's how. - He doesn't need you.

You're hurting him. Martin is fine here.

On his own. It's you that needs him.

Where are you going?

- I'll gun him. - Ruth?

You don't think that was a little rough?

For a murder suspect? No. I don't think so.

No! Besides, he... he had you there to help him along.

What does that mean?

Thanks for introducing an evil glove thief.

His lawyer couldn't have done a better job.

It is not Rémy, there's no motive!

Who? Who? Who else?

Our guy from the woods. The violent outsider.

We connect him to the black truck, c'est game over.

- Okay. How would we do that? - With the license plate!

Like I told you yesterday before you fucking blew me off!

The nameless drifter. It's like the last salvation of a mediocre cop.

Oh. Fuck. You.

I'm calling in a search warrant for the Bouchard house

so I can get out of this lousy town.

Yeah, the sooner, the better!

Can we just talk for a minute?

Rémy, what did the police have to say?

Nothing!

Don't... don't tell them any more stuff, okay?

Will you just please talk to me?

We need to go to Mike's right now.

You have a visitor?

Ouais, papa... We need to go.

- We're meeting a friend. - Which friend?

- And who's this friend? - I don't wanna talk about it.

Can we get a little space here?

I was just asking you about your friend.

I... If you want, I could make some sandwiches!

It's none of your business. You've already caused me enough trouble.

...back off?

What's happening to you?

I don't recognize you anymore!

You keep disappearing! When do you even sleep?

What's happening?

And who are these friends?

If you're in trouble, I can help... but you need to talk to me!

Dad! For fuck's sake!

I'm not fucking 10 anymore!

I've got my own life now, okay?

Hmm.

You know, Charlie's gonna cut your nuts off at the stems.

What are you watering her with, a firehose?

You know, these puddles are gonna fuck up the floors.

Hey, I didn't ask to be fucking plant boy.

And was... was this absolutely necessary, Bo?

Yeah. They sent me here to kill you.

You have your gun hand, not with your temper.

Kill me? Why, Bo?

"Why, Bo?"

Why Bo? Really?

Fuck!

All right, I was worried for a second.

Yeah, don't be cute.

I-I'm not being cute, I... Well, I-I met a piece of ass.

Not your type, but, you know, you'd fuck her,

but this dumbbell laid his hand on her and...

I put him down. It's nothing.

I laid out one dumb yokel, I...

You know what this picture says, Mike?

This says "messy".

This says "side hustle".

Side hustle!

Endangering the family all over again!

- Lollipop! - I'm not doing anything but my job.

- Bullshit! - I swear!

It's envelopes, Lorraine,

- and nothing else. - Uh-huh.

I swear to God, Bo, envelopes...

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

My name's Bo.

What's yours?

Rem...

Okay.

Okay, play coy.

I love the look, by the way.

Tough farmers, that I could...

Sort of flips my switch.

How'd you get in?

He gave me the code.

Of course he did.

'Cause he's a fucking twit.

Don't leave any streaks, Lollipop.

- Hey, Dad, uh... - It's really something, eh?

Yeah, yeah, it is. Um, I-I found something disturbing.

Someone bought the Vallée's trees.

And the Desjardins' too.

Okay... People buy and sell farms.

- That's the way the world works. - Of course, of course.

But uh... But by an anonymous holding company?

Scooping up two farms right next to ours?

Doesn't that seem uh... suspicious?

It could be anyone. A multinational conglomerate or...

Little Chestnut Holding Company.

Your old nickname for Mom?

Do you think it's just a coincidence?

Someone else using the exact same name to buy all the farms around ours?

What are you doin'?

I work all day and night to protect this community, to protect you.

I've done it for years and this is the thanks I get?

- Betrayal? - I'm not betraying...

Yes, you are!

You're questioning me. Undermining me.

Teaming up with troublemakers.

You dropped the charges on Ruth.

I did what I thought was right.

That's why I haven't stepped down.

Given you the chair. You're not ready.

This world is harder than you'll ever be.

Yeah.

Do we really need the tarp, Bo?

Yes, we do.

Sit down.

Okay.

So...

Would someone...

like to tell me... what's going on?

Mike killed Orval, that's what's going on!

Jesus Christ, Orval Steeks is haunting me!

The cops think I did it! You used my mitten, you stupid fuck!

What fucking mitten?!

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

What have you been up to?

- Who's Orval? - He was my best friend.

- Who started this whole operation with me. - Shut up, Rémy!

We would have no chance for all this money if...

- Rémy, shut up. - No, no, no, no, no!

Don't shut up, Rémy.

You just used the magic word.

Money.

Talk.

No! Uh-uh, don't look at him.

Look at me.

Right at me.

He's not gonna help you.

- Bo, they don't know anything... - Shut up!

Just shut... the fuck... up!

You think he's gonna protect you?

Him?!

He's a fucking house sitter!

He's an errand boy.

He waters the old man's plants.

Poorly, by the way.

A house sitter?

Errand boy?

Oh no, Mikey!

Are you playing pretend? Again?

Fucking moron.

This isn't his house, it's not his car,

I-I doubt he's even wearing his own fucking underwear.

It pains me to say it...

He's nothing.

Absolutely...

nothing.

Mike is nothing. Say, "I am nothing."

Say it.

Say it.

I'm nothing.

No, not cry it. Say it!

Like a man!

Say it!

I'm nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Fucking idiot.

Well, finally.

I called Monday, no response. I called Tuesday, no response.

I called Tuesday afternoon...

I'm so sorry no one's followed up about the missing license plate 'til now.

My son hates his car being touched. He's upset.

Very upset.

What is my little Lollipop up to?

Tell me about the score.

Spill it!

You don't scare me.

You're nothing but a bad leg and a big mouth.

I'm bettin' your bark is worse than your bite.

What the fuck?

Ow!

Do you recognize this man?

He may have stolen it or perhaps, um...

Oh.

It's Mr Greenthumb. Odd bird.

Always tending his yard.

This man in the picture, he lives around here?

Sure does, right over there.

Okay.

If someone doesn't tell me what is going on,

Haystacks here loses a kneecap.

And Mike, you know I will.

They're just friends Bo, I swear to God!

Would you rather I open his skull?

- No, no, no, please don't! - Should I put a bullet in his head?!

- Please don't! Please don't! No, no, no! - Mike, Mike!

Did you kill Orval Steeks, Mike?

Did you kill Orval?!

One. Two. Three...

Yes! I fucking killed him, all right?

I fucking killed him!

You fuck!

Rémy, I'm sorry!

Police, open up!

I need to speak with you right now.

Police, open up!

Hide! Hide! Come on!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Where are you?

Police!

I need to speak with you right now.

Fine! You wanna do it the hard way?

Wow!

Canada's fun!

Okay, where were we?

Oh, right. I was gonna make some money,

or one of you is gonna die.

What's the plan?

We're planning a heist.

Maple syrup.

But it has to happen tonight.

So you're saying, there's...

$150,000,000 worth of maple syrup,

just sitting in the woods?

Well, not technically in the woods, but...

With just him, and some other guy guarding it?

Wow!

Wow! I mean, Lollipop, this is way better than your usual.

It's good, it's real, and it's mine.

Well, I-I don't think so.

I mean, I... I think it's hers.

So what's the "plannel", Flannel?

I love a good heist.

Okay...

We drive Mike's truck right up to the loading dock.

Rémy opens the doors.

There are no security cameras, no other guards.

Of course now, there is another guard, Gary.

Good guy.

Don't worry, I-I'll figure out a way to get him out of the picture.

We take 14 barrels of syrup.

Well, why just 14?

Because the truck can't carry more.

Each barrel weighs 296 kilograms.

Will you speak American, please?

- Uh, 655 pounds. - Thank you.

And since a standard box truck has a capacity of 10,000 pounds,

that's 830 pounds to spare for us and the dollies.

Wow! Smart.

Then we drive the barrels back here. Unload 'em.

Pour 'em out in the pool out back.

Drive 'em to the lake...

Wait, wait, wait, wait. The ham's the lake?

- Uh-huh. - And you're gonna fill them

back up with water?

- Yeah. - Why?

- We have to put them back. - So put them back empty.

They weigh them.

Oh, they're like a drug cartel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's why we fill 'em with water.

And... add 2.86 kilograms to make up for the weight difference.

- What difference? - Syrup is heavier than water.

Then we drive 'em back.

Slip them into the warehouse, and do it all over again.

Two hours and 28 minutes per load.

And if we do it right, it'll be years until they notice the syrup is gone.

But we're running out of time.

We got one more night.

I wanted a million, but with the four of us,

maybe we can clear 400,000.

Huh.

That's it? That's the plan?

It's smart, but it's um...

I don't know.

It's peanuts.

And aren't you glad that I showed up to turn it into... peanut butter?

So...

Here's what I think.

You want bigger?

We're gonna need a bigger truck. Like a semi.

- You have a semi? - No. Give me an hour, I will.

Okay, but what about Gary?

Don't worry about Gary. What, let me just guess...

Fuckbrain, he wanted to kill Gary.

He did. But we can't.

There are realities of this business

- you're never gonna understand. - Oh no, no. Boo Radley's right.

- I am? - Yeah.

We don't kill Gary.

In a small town like this, too much attention, too many candlelight vigils.

So, here's what we do.

I tie him up.

We can't tie him up, he'll ID us the next day.

I said, fucker, I tie up Gary,

he never sees you, he never sees me again.

We take it all, in one night.

We don't have to return the fucking barrels.

But then they find out.

That's the point, that's the beauty of it!

- First, we tie up Rémy. - Huh?

- Huh? - Let her finish.

Tight enough to make rope burns.

Ow!

Then, we untie him.

And once we're in the clear, you rescue Gary.

Hmm.

Oh, Gary! Are you okay?

The murder goes away.

Gone.

You've all disappeared.

I get blamed for everything, but I'm long gone.

You report the heist to the police.

And you, my friend,

become the hero who survived

the great maple syrup heist.

And after that, they'll have to hire even more security.

- So? - What if we say no?

What if... what if we say we wanna do it our way on our own?

Then I kill you.

And I call Boston, and we do it anyway.

- She's gonna kill us anyway. - Oh, shut the fuck up, Lollipop!

- Why do you keep calling him that? - It's not important, it's an inside joke.

Okay. Well, then, let's make it an outside joke, why don't we?

This moron...

he was, uh, like a junior lieutenant in our little family organization.

He had his own crew, you know, but he wanted more.

So, he came up with a really big score of his own, didn't you?

He boosts an 18-wheeler filled with electronics.

I mean, a big score.

Really, big score.

So, the day of the big reveal, he brings us all out there,

the boss, all of us, we're all standing there together.

Waiting for this big moment 'cause he can't do anything just for himself,

he has to make a big fucking show of it.

So, he pops open the back of the truck...

There were no electronics.

Not one fucking TV!

The entire truck was filled with candy!

With fucking candy!

Gumballs, and caramels,

and those fucking little suckers that you get at the doctor's office.

It was a complete and utter failure,

and it blew back on me.

In a really bad way.

And that's why we call him...

Lollipop.

Bah, bom, bom, bom.

Fucking asshole.

Okay.

I love when a plan comes together.

I'm gonna go run upstairs and call Boston.

Charlie told me I had to check in by 6:00

or he was gonna send the cavalry.

You wouldn't like the cavalry.

I'll be back, Lollipop.

All right. Keep your voices down, I'm gonna make this call.

I think he's gonna like it.

We're all dead, we're all fucking dead, you realize that?

No, no, no, no. The team came together, she just said so.

Yeah, if we do a good job, she'll let us live, it's easier for her.

You're gonna be dead naked on the side of the road.

- It's the only play, Mike. - Why would I be naked?

She's talking to Charlie now, you realize what you've done?

- Who the fuck is Charlie? - I mean, he couldn't be that bad.

Fine. Okay. That electronics heist she told you about,

the one that ended up being the... the...

- Lollipop? - Yeah, the fucking lollipops.

- Mm-hmm. - Well, I didn't just bring the boss out

for the big reveal, I brought his son out too. Charlie.

When I opened the truck and I saw that... candy, I fucking lost it.

I knew I'd never get to live it down.

So I beat the fuck out of the driver, save a little face in front of the crew.

And somehow, in the scuffle, the fucker gets my gun and he shoots.

He doesn't hit me.

Guess who he fucking hit? Charlie!

Ever since that day, Charlie's fucking owned me.

Whenever he wants, he rains down shit on me.

Dark, sadistic shit.

This was my ticket out.

I will take care of that. Yes, that will not be a problem.

- No, we do the fucking plan Bo's way. - Hey!

And hope to fucking keep you alive. We smile and we eat our shit sandwiches!

Yeah, hold on. Hey!

We just have to make sure Bo gets back to Boston safely!

Will you shut the fuck up?!

Bo?

Bo?

Bo?!

Are you there, buddy? Did I lose you? What's up?

Bo?!

What the fuck did you do now, Mike?

Mikey!

I can hear you breathing. Is that you, Mike?

You messed it up, didn't ya?

Mike.

Bad move, Lollipop.

I'll see you soon.