"This is the St-Tite Western Festival, the biggest rodeo in the east." "Where the hell's that?" "Above Trois-Rivières, near Shawinigan." "Hi there!" "How ya doin'?" "Workin' hard?" "Fucking City workers, you can't get through." "They leave the garbage now, you gotta do it yourself." "Give 'em 20 bucks and a bottle o' gin and they come runnin'." "See ya." "St-Tite West Fest." "May I help you?" "When you advertise..." "Do you work with an agency?" "The new person..." " Julie" " Julie Guillemette?" "No, not her." "The new general manager... starts work next week." " Early next week." " Yes." "And her name is?" "It'll be Marie-Christine..." "Potvin." "Marie-Christine Potvin?" "Like the hockey player." "...So he could get some cash and pay some of the debt he owes us." "If he gets involved, which I'm encouraging him to do, in this production" "How much does he actually owe?" "Fifty thousand." "St-Tite Western Festival." "Marie-Christine Potvin, please." "Who's calling?" "Mynamesweber." "What?" " From S  W Productions." " One moment." "From New Yorkl" "Get the fuck outa the way." " Look at these fucking pussies" " They're talking to each other." "Fucking trucks are locked at 62mph." "They're dangerous." "Stupid." "Get outa the way before somebody gets killed here." "The ol' St-Tite." "Gonna suck on the ol' Saint Tit." "Suck on the left one, suck on the right one." "Goin' to ol' St-Tite." "Why would anybody call a place "Saint Tit"?" "I don't think the translation's the same." "Saint Vagina or something." "Saint Asshole." ""Oh, you can drive a Honda right up through there, boy."" "How d'they get 400,000 people up this road?" "Lookathis, the railroad." "They bring 'em in by rail." "This is our vip lounge for sponsors." "C'mon Weber, get yer ass out here." "Thank you very much." "How do we get outa this fucking place?" "You learn a little." "Life is such, Weber." "Can't win 'em all." "Well, I don't care." "That's what Quebec's all about!" "Yeah, but imagine 400,000 people drinking beer." "Let's say you spend 20 bucks on beer." "That means you make $8-million just in beer." "Fuck these plastic cowboys, know what I'm sayin'?" "If St-Tite sucks, you leave." "Go somewhere else." "Fuck, go get a job." "Whadya mean I'm not in the will?" "Slow down a little bit." "I don't wanna stay far behind." "He drives like a donkey." "On his ass!" "Roll down your window." "You prick!" "Animal fucker!" "You fucking traitor!" "St-Tite Western Festival." "Who's speaking?" "I'll see if she's free." "Tell her it's Weber." "Don't trust this man, honey." "Evil's written on his face." "We go right, up here." "Anybody in?" "A box of nails, please." "Looking for Shawinigan industrial park?" "is the Rodeo warehouse around here?" "You ain't from here?" "Go up 12th Avenue." "There's an industrial Park sign." "Let me get this right." "1 40th, 1 41st..." "Left, past 1 41st." "Take care." "Are your parents home?" "No." "Want to talk to my nanny?" "No, I don't." "Maybe you could help me." "Can I help you?" "I called about the warehouse for rent... lt's not available before late September." "is it stocked already?" "Not now. ln 2 weeks." "And forget it during the rodeo." "Really?" "Fine." "I'll call back." "It's just clear communication, nothing more." "You give the message, a clear message, and that's it." "All set?" "The damage is done." "Last night, we ransacked your warehouse in south Shawinigan." "We're presently holding the merchandise - your beer - hostage in exchange for a ransom of 60 million unmarked Canadian dollars." "Okay, try it again." "Take your time." "This deal is non-negotiable." "You have 30 minutes to e-mail this address.'" "It's coming..." "Cold beer, cold beer!" "Hey, Ti-Loup!" "Long live Western!" "This is where we split." "How far, Jimmy?" "One kilometre up the road." "Where they fuel the service trucks in the winter." "We see it." "Just hang out there and wait for my cue." "A hundred yards." "Nice bullie." "Fucking Christ!" "Son of a bitch!" "That fucking Chacha." "Fucking asshole!" "What the hell..." "Where will you send that tape, sir?" "Nowhere."