SC30 INT. GROW-OP IN THE WOODS – NIGHT

Jacques Plante has been in a foul mood all day. Breakfast was cold. The only think he hates more than a late breakfast, is one that was ready before he was. Do you know what that smell is? It’s money. That is the smell of money. You are working all night if that’s what it takes. The trucks are coming tomorrow. The shipment is double this time. Do we have enough tins? Yeah we have lots. I will work as long as you need daddy, and again, I’m so sorry that Margie fucked up breakfast, again. Margie and Holiday exchange dirty looks. It wasn’t my fault. I swear. I had it ready but you were still sleeping, and then I fell back to sleep too. I just wanted to be in your bed, daddy. That’s no excuse. Shut up. Both of you. I am going into town to check on something, I will be back in a couple hours. This better be done. Merde! They both know that the only thing he is going to check on is last call at the legion hall, but neither of them is going to say a word. He is already sour enough.