[dog barking]
- I SMOKE A LOT OF DOPE AND I GET DRUNK.
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. AND I LIKE TO SLEEP IN.
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH FUCKING THAT, EITHER.
THEN JULIAN COMES ALONG, DECIDES HE'S GONNA WAKE ME UP.
THROWS ALL THIS SHIT OFF MY FUCKING CAR.
[crashing noise]
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MAN?
- GET UP, RICKY. I'M GOING TO THE STORE.
- I NEED TO BORROW YOUR CAR, BUD. - FUCK OFF, JULIAN.
I'M TRYING TO SLEEP IN. I'M TAKING THE DAY OFF.
- RICK, I NEED YOUR CAR AND I NEED YOUR GUN, ALRIGHT?
GET UP.
- I'M SICK OF LOOKING AFTER EVERYBODY.
I MEAN, RIGHT NOW,
EVERYONE'S AT MY DAD'S PLACE. FUCKING USING MY CAR.
NOW HE'S BORROWING MY FUCKING GUN.
THAT'S BULLSHIT.
IF HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN ME,
HE WANTS TO GO DOWN AND TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF,
WELL, GOOD, 'CAUSE I DON'T WANNA LOOK AFTER HIM ANYMORE.
I'LL LOOK AFTER MYSELF.
WHEN HE GETS BACK HERE, HE'S GONNA SEE
WHO FUCKING LOOKS AFTER WHO BETTER THAN THE OTHER PERSON.
IF I WANNA SLEEP IN A BIT,
I'M NOT GONNA GET UP AND GO RIGHT TO WORK.
BUBBLES IS, LIKE, "HELP ME CLEAN THESE BOTTLES
"OUT OF MY SHED."
SURE. LET ME FUCKING SLEEP IN FIRST.
JUST A SEC, BUBS, I NEED ABOUT 10 MORE MINUTES, HERE BUDDY.
OH... FUCK.
- JULIAN'S PROBABLY RIGHT. I'M FUCKING ASHAMED
I SLEPT IN THAT LONG. I SHOULD'VE BEEN UP
AT THE CRACK OF DAWN, WORKING ON CARTS
OR AT LEAST GETTING THOSE BOTTLES OUT OF MY SHED.
I GOTTA DO SOMETHING HERE,
'CAUSE I'VE NEVER BEEN THIS FUCKING HUNGRY IN MY LIFE.
IT'S NOT JUST ME I'M WORRIED ABOUT, IT'S MY KITTIES.
I GOT THEM EATING FUCKING OLD BUG CARCASSES
AND DRINKING OUT OF PUDDLES. [sighs]
IT'S A TERRIBLE SITUATION.
[liliting piano music]
HEY, DAD!
- HEY KNUCKLEHEAD, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?
- I CAME TO TAKE THESE BOTTLES. GRANDPA SAID I COULD HAVE THEM.
- HE DID? ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?
HE TOLD ME HE WAS TAKING THEM BACK.
- THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID. I'M TAKING THEM BACK FOR HIM.
- CAREFUL WITH ALL THOSE BOTTLES, HONEY.
I'LL BE BACK FOR THE REST.
- BUBBLES, I MEAN, YOU GOTTA ADMIT,
I LOOK AFTER JULIAN MORE THAN HE LOOKS AFTER ME.
I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, RIGHT?
JULIAN, WHAT'S UP?
- MOVE. HURRY UP.
- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, JULIAN?
PUT THEM BACK INSIDE RIGHT NOW.
GET IN THE CAR, BOYS.
- HELLO? EXCUSE ME. TREVOR, OVER HERE.
- GET IN THE CAR. LISTEN, THEY FUCKED US OVER,
SO NOW THEY'RE GONNA WORK FOR ME UNTIL THEIR DEBT'S PAID, SARA.
- GET IN THE CAR. - NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID.
YOU AND RICKY ARE GONNA FUCK THEM OVER
JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!
- SARAH, YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG IDEA.
C'MERE FOR A SECOND.
LISTEN, THESE GUYS ARE GONNA BE WORKING FOR ME, NOT RICKY, OKAY?
HE'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.
JUST GIVE ME A SEC?
- I JUST WANNA TEACH THEM HOW TO THINK
AND NOT BE SO STUPID ALL THE TIME, OKAY?
YOU SERIOUS?
- HAVE THESE GUYS EVER GONE TO JAIL WHILE UNDER MY SUPERVISION?
NO, NEVER. THEY HAVEN'T. I CARE ABOUT THESE GUYS.
- IT'S FINE IF JULIAN TAKES THEM FOR AN AFTERNOON OR WHATEVER,
AS LONG AS HE TREATS THEM PROPERLY.
NO CHIPS OFF THE FLOOR OF THE CAR.
YOU GOTTA FEED THEM AND IF YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE THEM,
CRACK A WINDOW AND GIVE THEM WATER, ALRIGHT?
- PROMISE? - PROMISE.
- OKAY, YOU CAN HAVE THEM FOR THE AFTERNOON.
I JUST WANNA SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING.
EVERYBODY HAS THE WRONG IDEA ABOUT ME AND COREY AND TREVOR.
I'M NOT BANGING THEM, I DON'T WANNA MARRY THEM,
I'M NOT THEIR GIRLFRIEND.
I'M TRYING TO LOOK OUT FOR THEM. WHICH IS WHAT THEY NEED.
WHEN THEY GO OUT WITH RICKY AND JULIAN, WHAT HAPPENS?
THEY COME HOME CRYING,
DEHYDRATED, MYSTERIOUS WOUNDS, THEY WON'T TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED
'CAUSE THEY'RE SCARED TO DEATH OF THOSE GUYS.
- SEE TRIN, THIS IS THE CHAIN TECHNIQUE HERE.
YOU CAN GET TWO CARTS GOING AT ONCE.
[bottles rattling]
- THERE YOU GO. - BYE, BUB!
- BE CAREFUL. RICKY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING NOW?
- JUST GOTTA BORROW A COUPLE OF CARTS, BUD.
GO OVER TO J-ROC'S.
THOSE GUYS FUCKED US AROUND SO BAD.
WE GO TO JAIL, THEY RIP OFF THE MONEY FROM COREY AND TREVOR
AND BUY STEREO EQUIPMENT AND RECORDING STUFF WITH IT.
THAT'S BULLSHIT.
WHERE'D YOU GUYS GET THE STEREO EQUIPMENT AND MIXING SHIT?
THIS MIXER HERE AND SLIDY THINGS?
- MAN, WE BEEN FUCKING WITH GROCERIES, MAN.
- [bell ringing] - GETTING GROCERIES, DAWG.
WE SELLING THE SHIT, KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
STEALING THEM FROM PARCEL PICKUP, RIGHT?
YOUR DAD OWES ME 50 MAFUCKERS, BUT THAT'S A'IGHT, BOY,
DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT.
YOU WANT SOME TWI-ZIZZLERS OR SOME SHIT, BOY?
HELP YOURSELF, MAFUCKER. GO ON! A J-ROC DISK FOR YA, BOY?
- THAT'S GREAT, 'CAUSE I, UH, I DUNNO, I HAD A FEELING
MAYBE YOU GOT SOME OF THIS WITH TREVOR AND COREY'S MONEY.
MY FUCKING WEED MONEY?
- WE KNEW THIS WAS COMING, KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
'CAUSE WE GOT NINE GRAND FROM COREY AND TREVOR
TO BE ON THE ALBUM, WHICH IS A BARGAIN,
IN THE RECORDING BUSINESS, RIGHT?
- BUT THEN WE KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP, MAN,
'CAUSE WHERE THOSE MOFUCKERS GETTING NINE GRAND AT, MAN?
- FUCK, MAYBE THAT'S HOW YOU BOUGHT ALL THIS FUCKING STUFF?
- I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THOSE MAFUCKERS HAD MONEY, DAWG.
FUCK THAT.
- BUYS ALL THIS STEREO EQUIPMENT AND DOESN'T EVEN GIVE A FUCK.
- MAKING UP EXCUSES. - WE GOT IN SHIT--
- GST CHECK FROM WHEN SHE WENT TO MONCTON-
- THAT MIXER CAME FROM A FLEA MARKET.
- LEMONADE STAND. WE BOUGHT A BUNCH OF SHIT.
HALF PRICE, DAWG. I THINK THIS SHIT'S HOT.
- I BEEN SAVING MY OWN MONEY AND SHIT--
- I FOUND THAT DRUM MACHINE, 'CAUSE SOME MAFUCKER CHUCKED IT.
ONE MAN'S TRISASH, KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
- SO I SAID FUCK IT, I'M TAKING ALL THIS STEREO EQUIPMENT BACK.
- AND I DID. - COME ON, MAN.
Keyboard: J-ROC BABY, J-ROC BABY, J-ROC BABY.
- YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT SHIT, DAWG.
- COME ON, DAWG. - I WENT TO THE LAUNDRY ROOM
AND THERE'S MORE EQUIPMENT ON TOP OF THE LAUNDRY MACHINE.
TWO TURNTABLES AND A FUCKING MICROPHONE.
SO I TOOK ALL THAT STUFF, SMASHED A BUNCH OF ALBUMS,
MAYBE I SHOULDN'T'VE DID, BUT FUCK IT.
THEN I SAID, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I'M TAKING THEIR DRYER, TOO.
TRINITY!
HEY, WHAT'S UP, DAWG?
- HOW'S IT GOING? - GOOD.
- DADDY HAS GOT YOU SET UP WITH PRESENTS.
CHECK THIS OUT.
- COOL. - GOT EVERYTHING TO GO WITH IT.
- JUST GONNA GRAB IT OUTSIDE HERE. - SO, UH, RICKY,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THIS PROPERTY?
- DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT HERE TO KILL COREY AND TREVOR
OR BREAK THEIR LITTLE STUPID PEACE BOND.
I JUST GOT SOME GIFTS FOR MY DAUGHTER.
- IS THAT ALRIGHT, SARAH? - YEAH, WHATEVER.
COREY AND TREVOR ARE SAFE, DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE
FOR ONCE.
- PRODUCTIVE. YEAH, LIKE WHAT?
PADDLING A BOAT UP THE DUMB DUMB RIVER?
- YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I KNOW THAT PADDLES THAT BOAT, RICKY.
THEY'RE OFF DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE WITH JULIAN.
RICKY IS SO OBVIOUSLY JEALOUS OF JULIAN,
BECAUSE JULIAN'S THE SMART ONE AND RICKY'S THE DUMB ONE.
YOU JEALOUS 'CAUSE YOU DON'T GET TO BOSS THEM AROUND ANYMORE?
'CAUSE YOU'RE CARRYING THIS SHIT YOURSELF INSTEAD?
- I TREAT COREY AND TREVOR GOOD AND YOU KNOW THAT.
BETTER THAN MOST PEOPLE DO.
TRINITY, DADDY'LL BE IN IN A SECOND.
GOT SOME SPEAKERS AND STUFF FOR YOU.
- I'M NOT JEALOUS, SARAH. - THIS BETTER NOT BE STOLEN.
- WE'RE REALLY SORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED.
WE DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT.
- YEAH, DUDE. WE'RE REALLY, REALLY SORRY.
- BOYS, BOYS, BOYS. I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT.
ALRIGHT? YOU GUYS GOT YOUR HANDS UP?
ALRIGHT, TIME FOR YOUR FIRST LESSON.
KEEP THOSE HANDS UP, WAY UP,
UNTIL I TELL YOU TO PUT THEM DOWN. GOT IT?
OKAY, THREE SYNTHENSIZERS,
AND CHECK THIS ONE OUT. IT DOES ALL KIND OF BENDY STUFF.
- COOL. [warbling noises]
- AND A BUNCH OF STUFF HERE YOU CAN LEARN ABOUT,
AND SPEAKERS AND DRUM THINGEES AND...
- HEY THERE, RICK. HOW'S IT GOING?
AND LUCY GOT FAKE BOOBS.
I MEAN, IT'S OBVIOUS. I DON'T MEAN
I WAS STARING AT THEM, BUT I CAN'T EXACTLY CONTROL
WHICH DIRECTION MY EYES GO IN ALL THE TIME.
I MEAN, OBVIOUSLY SHE USED OUR MONEY TO BUY THEM ANYWAYS,
SO IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT,
I SORT OF OWN ONE-THIRD OF THEM.
- ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA BE HONEST WITH YOU GUYS.
THIS MISSION'S GONNA BE DANGEROUS
AND IT'S GONNA INVOLVE GUNS, OKAY?
SO KEEP CALM AND DON'T BE SCARED.
- DUDE, I GOT YOUR BACK. WE GOT THIS.
- ACTUALLY, SARAH, LET'S GO WITH THE MILK.
- LET'S GO WITH THE MILK? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- SORRY, WOULD YOU WELCOME ME WITH A LITTLE BIT
OF YOUR PRECIOUS MILK, PLEASE? IS THAT BETTER?
- WHY? SO YOU CAN WELCOME YOURSELF TO ALL THE CEREAL
THAT I BOUGHT? FOR FUCKSAKE, RICKY,
YOU JUST SPILLED IT ALL OVER THE FUCKING FLOOR.
CAN YOU CLEAN THAT UP?
- SARAH, IT'S NOT A BIG DEA. IT'S JUST A BOWL OF CEREAL.
- YOU KNOW WHAT? IT IS A BIG DEAL.
IT'S JUST A BOWL OF CEREAL, HE JUST LIVES IN HIS CAR,
WE JUST GOT OUR SHIT BACK TOGETHER,
HE'S JUST COMING AROUND HERE EATING OUR FUCKING FOOD AGAIN.
THINGS ARE FUCKED UP ALREADY. IS IT JUST A COINCIDENCE, RICKY?
THAT YOU COME AROUND WHEN THINGS GET FUCKED UP FOR US?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
- WE'VE BEEN FINE THE WHOLE TIME YOU WERE IN FUCKING JAIL.
- WELL, I'M OUT OF JAIL NOW, SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT?
- YEAH, AND YOU'RE BRINGING YOUR DAUGHTER EXPENSIVE GIFTS, TOO.
SHE BETTER GET TO KEEP THEM.
- UM, THANKS FOR BRINGING ALL THAT STUFF FOR TRIN.
I'M HOPING IT'LL HELP. SHE'S A FUCKING MESS.
SHE'S GETTING INTO FIGHTS WITH KIDS.
SHE BEAT A KID UP FOR CHIPS. SHE'S THROWING BOTTLES.
- SHE'S A FUCKING MESS. - WELL, I MEAN,
YOU GOTTA REMEMBER, EVERY KID GOES THROUGH PHRASES
AND, I DID. AND LOOK HOW I TURNED OUT.
LIKED TO THROW BOTTLES, GET IN FIGHTS, WHATEVER.
I CAN TALK TO HER, AT LEAST GET HER TO THROW BOTTLES AT NIGHT
AND TRY NOT TO GET IN AS MANY FIGHTS.
SHE SHOULDN'T BE FIGHTING UNLESS SOMEONE ELSE STARTS IT,
- I DON'T THINK. - YOU'D DO THAT?
- YUP. - AWESOME. GREAT.
- AND I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, BEING IN JAIL,
I THOUGHT A LOT AND I REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU GUYS, A LOT,
AND I'M GONNA TRY TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER.
I GOT GOALS NOW.
AND WHEN YOU HAVE GOALS, YOU TRY TO GET TO THOSE GOALS
AND I'M GONNA BUY OR RENT MY OWN TRAILER.
- THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH ME. - REALLY? LIKE, YOU'RE GONNA...?
WOW. THAT'S AWESOME. THAT'S AWESOME.
DO YOU THINK MAYBE, I DUNNO...
YOU WANNA GET DRUNK WITH ME OR SOMETHING?
SOMETIME?
- YEAH, I'D TOTALLY GET DRUNK WITH YOU.
- YOU DON'T NEED GREAT BIG MACHINERY FOR PAVIN.
I PAVED THE WHOLE PARKING LOT OF THE MOTEL,
- THIS WAS ALL I USED. - THANKS FOR YOUR HELP, PHIL.
NO BIGS.
WHAT DO YOU SAY WE GRAB A COUPLE OF BURGERS
AND START PAVING?
- ACTUALLY, I GAVE UP BURGERS LATELY, PHIL. SORRY, BUD.
- GAVE UP BURGERS? THAT'S CRAZY TALK, MAN.
- YOU HEARD WHAT THE MAN SAID, PHIL.
- WELL, YOU MUST HAVE A LOT OF WILLPOWER.
I FEEL LIKE HAVING A BURGER RIGHT NOW, DON'T YOU?
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD ONE?
- PHIL, ENOUGH ABOUT THE BURGERS, OKAY?
YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY.
- YOU CAN BUY FROZEN BOXED BURGERS, THERE'S 25--
- PHIL, ENOUGH WITH THE GODDAMN BURGERS.
IS THAT ALL YOU THINK ABOUT? BURGERS?
- DON'T LET HIM GET TO YOU, PHIL.
BUBS, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?
- WERE YOU JUST GONNA LEAVE THESE HERE?
WELL, THEY'LL BE FINE.
LISTEN, CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A SECOND?
- WHY? - I'VE GOT TO ASK YOU SOMETHING.
DO YOU NOTICE SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT LUCY?
LIKE, JUST THE WAY SHE LOOKS OR WHATEVER?
NO.
- FUCK, SHE'S TURNING ME ON LATELY.
BIG-TIME.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I DIDN'T NOTICE ANYTHING.
- I DUNNO. I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT, BUT...
HMM, DON'T KNOW.
WELL, RICKY SORT OF THINKS HE'S IN LOVE.
I MEAN, MAYBE HE IS.
IT'S PROBABLY THE BOOBS WORKING ON HIM SUBLIMINALLY,
BUT, I MEAN, HE REALLY PROBABLY IS IN LOVE WITH HER.
BECAUSE HE ALWAYS HAS LOVED HER.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
I WANNA GET BACK TOGETHER WITH LUCY.
WHAT WOULD YOU THINK IF MAYBE I WANTED TO GET AROUND
TO GETTING BACK TOGETHER WITH LUCY?
- WHENEVER RICKY'S LIFE STARTS TO GET FUCKED UP,
IT'S USUALLY BECAUSE HE'S NOT WITH LUCY AND TRINITY.
HOW WOULD YOU DO IT?
- I'LL TELL YOU HOW I'LL DO I. GET BACK INTO DOPE.
SELLING WEED? GROWING WEED?
NO, NO, NO. HASH. LOTS OF IT.
- OH... AND WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THE HASH?
LET ME GUESS.
YOU'RE GOING DOWN TO FUCKING THE FLAPPY BIRD BROTHERS.
- OH, CAN I BORROW YOUR GO-CART? COME ON.
- NO, RICKY. I'M NOT ALLOWED LENDING.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED LENDIN?
- WHO'S NOT LETTING YOU? - ME. I'M NOT LETTING ME.
- IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA DRIVE ME OR LEND ME YOUR GO-CART,
- I'VE GOT TO GET THERE SOMEHOW. - WELL, I'M SORRY.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? - COVER ME.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
YOU'RE NOT HOTWIRING MR. LAHEY'S CAR!
- HE LEFT HIS FUCKING KEYS HERE. HE'S AN IDIOT.
- RICKY'S OFF TO DENNIS AND TERRY'S
TO SCORE SOME HASH, 'CAUSE HE'S IN LOVE,
AND I JUST CAN'T LET HIM GO DOWN THERE.
SOMETHING'S NOT GONNA GO RIGHT.
ALRIGHT, BOYS.
THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT JOB YOU'VE EVER DONE.
REMEMBER, NO TALKING. AND DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY.
OKAY, WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO, WHEN WE GET TO THE DOOR,
POINT THESE GUNS AT THEM, ALRIGHT?
MAKE SURE THEIR HANDS ARE UP. I'M GONNA GRAB THEIR GUNS,
GO IN AND SEARCH THE PLACE, OKAY?
AND, BOYS, I BELIEVE IN YOU.
YOU BELIEVE IN US, JULIAN?
YOU'VE NEVER SAID THAT BEFORE.
- GUYS, I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING, ALRIGHT?
DON'T WORRY ABOUT FUCKING UP, OKAY?
THAT'S WHY YOU GUYS KEEP FUCKING UP.
SO PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN NOW, AS SOON AS YOU'RE DONE THE JOB,
- PUT THEM BACK UP AGAIN. GOT IT? - JULIAN!
DUDE, THAT'S CYRUS.
- YEAH, AND WE'RE GONNA FUCK HIM BIG-TIME, BOYS.
- I DON'T THINK I WANNA DO THIS, JULIAN.
LET'S MOVE, BOYS.
- [whispering] GRANDMOTHER.
- SHHH. - COOKIES.
COOKIE, COOKIES, COOKIES.
COOKIES.
[deep breath]
[video game beeping]
SHHH!
WHAT THE FUCK?
WHAT THE FUCK IS JULIAN DOING HERE?
WHAT THE HELL IS BUBBLES DOING HERE?
- RICKY, I'M WORRIED YOU'RE GONNA GO BACK TO JAIL
AND I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS.
- I WON'T GO BACK TO JAIL, BUDDY.
- WELL, DO YOU THINK IT WAS- - FUCK!
- WHAT IS HE DOING? - HE'S GOT HIS GUN OUT, RICKY.
WHAT ARE THESE GUYS DOING,
WITH THE FUCKING MASKS ON THEIR HEAD?
I'M GETTING TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS RIGHT NOW, BUBBLES.
I'LL SEE YOU BACK AT THE PARK.
- [tires squealing] - RICKY! WAIT FOR ME!
[screaming]
[gunfire]
- UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE. WE JUST GOT ROBBED
BY THE HUBBLE-BUBBLE TELESCOPE AND HIS LITTLE FRUIT CAR.
AND THAT FOUR-EYED FUCKER IS ALWAYS WITH TWO OTHER FUCKOS.
RICKY AND FUCKING JULIAN. THAT'S WHO JUST HIT US.
WE GOTTA FIGURE THIS OUT AND MOVE FAST.
LET'S LOCK AND LOAD. TO SUNNYVALE, BOYS.
- LET'S GO! - FUCK.
- DIDN'T THAT FEEL GOOD, NOT FUCKING UP, GUYS?
- YEAH, IT WAS PRETTY SWEET, DUDE.
- JULIAN, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
WHAT D'YOU JUST DO, MAN? WHAT'S IN THOSE BAGS?
- WHAT BAGS? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
- GET THOSE FUCKING GUYS 50 FEET AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW.
- COREY, TREVOR, 50 FEET. STAND BY THAT STICK AND STAY.
- WHAT'S UP? - WE GOTTA TALK, MAN.
CLEARLY, WE AREN'T IN BUSINESS ANYMORE, RIGHT?
YOU USE MY CAR AND MY FUCKING GUN
- TO WORK WITH COREY AND TREVOR? - RICK, RICK, RICK.
I HAD NO CHOICE, ALRIGHT?
YOU CAN'T BE AROUND COREY AND TREVOR.
I WAS JUST USING THOSE GUYS TO TAKE THE HEAT
IN CASE THINGS GOT FUCKED UP. NO BIG DEAL.
LISTEN TO ME.
THEY HAD WAY MORE HASH THAN I THOUGHT, MAN.
A HUNDRED KEYS.
IT'S RIGHT UNDER YOUR DAD'S FUCKING DECK.
- WE'RE SET. - KEYS?
YOU STOLE 100 KEYS OF HASH FROM MY FUCKING FRIENDS.
- GREAT. - THEY HAD NO IDEA IT WAS US.
WE HAD MASKS ON. NOBODY SPOKE.
- CYRUS SAW ME! - WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
- I FOLLOWED RICKY, 'CAUSE HE FOLLOWED YOU!
SHOTS FIRED!
CYRUS SAW ME, BULLETS, ZING, ZING!
FOR FUCKSAKES.
NOW IT BEGINS.
- WHERE ARE THEY? - WHERE ARE WHO?
- RICKY AND JULIAN! - CALM DOWN, CYRUS.
- RANDY! - WHAT DO YOU WANT THEM FOR?
- WHAT DO I WANT THEM FOR? I WANNA ANNOUNCE
THAT WE'RE FUCKING HERE. AND HOW WE GONNA DO THAT?
- HOW ABOUT THIS, CYRUS? [gunshot]
THAT WORKS FOR ME!
HERE'S FUCKING CYRUS!
- AND DENNIS. - AND DENNIS!
- AND TERRY, TOO. - AND TERRY.
FUCK OFF, LET'S GO!
- YOU DID THIS FOR US, DID YOU, JULIAN?
- OF COURSE I DID, RICKY. - I DUNNO, BUDDY,
- IT SEEMS PRETTY FUCKED-UP TO ME. - FINE, LET'S JUST STAND AROUND
AND GET SHOT AT.
CALL THE GUY. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
JULIAN, GET DOWN! GET DOWN!
- IF YOU'RE GONNA BE PART OF THIS DEAL,
YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW AND COVER ME, RICKY.
- YOU WANT ME TO COVER YOU? ME, HIM AND YOU SPLIT 50-50-50.
- THAT'S THE ONLY WAY. - FINE, FINE.
BUT I'M IN CHARGE. YOU GUYS GOTTA BACK ME UP.
GIMME A GUN.
FUCK, THEY'RE NOT RUNNING AWAY, JULIAN.
- OKAY, WE'RE GONNA MAKE THIS FUCKING SIMPLE, BOYS!
JUST GIVE US BACK OUR HASH!
- I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, CYRUS!
- THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STANDING BEHIND MY CAR?
- LOOK, BOYS, IT'S RICKY HERE! WE GO BACK A LONG WAYS, BOYS!
USED TO GET DRUNK WITH YOU GUYS! YOUR GRANDMA DROVE ME TO HOCKEY!
WE USED TO DRINK SAHOKI! LET'S WORK THIS OUT HERE!
- NO MORE SAKE AND YOU'RE OF THE FUCKING TEAM, RICKY!
YOUR FRIENDSHIP'S OVER, RICKY!
- YOU KNOW WHAT? I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU GUYS
- WERE FUCKING DICKS ANYWAY! - FUCK YOU!
- FUCK YOU, RICKY! - BOYS?
- COME ON, BOYS! BUBBLES IS CRYING HERE!
LET'S PUT OUR GUNS DOWN! FIGHT THIS OUT WITH OUR FISTS!
- OH, YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S A GOOD IDEA, RICKY!
- ALRIGHT, I'M COMING OUT! DON'T FUCKING SHOOT ME!
DON'T SHOOT ME.
- YOU THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA?
- I'M GONNA PUT THE TRUNK DOWN HERE, GUYS.
WE'RE GONNA PUT OUR GUNS RIGHT ON TOP OF IT.
WE'LL HAVE A BIG FUCKING FIST FIGHT.
- COME ON, CYRUS. YOU FUCKING BIG, MEAN BASTARD.
- BUBBLES, WIND UP THE BIG GUN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- THE COCKSUCKERS GOTTA GUN! - YOU CRAZY IDIOT!
- FUCKING TERRY! - FUCK YOU, CYRUS!
- THAT WASN'T FUCKING FAIR, CYRUS! IS THIS FUCKING FAIR? [gunshots]
FUCK!!
FUCKING DICKS!!
THAT'S MY DAD'S TRAILER!! YOU'RE FUCKING PAYING FOR THAT!!
YOU'RE FUCKING PAYING FOR EVERY BIT OF THAT DAMAGE,
YOU FUCKERS!!
- ALRIGHT, FUCKOS. HOW WAS THAT? HUH? HOW WAS THAT?
NOW I WANT ALL MY FUCKING HASH BACK,
OR I'M GONNA CONTINUE TO SHOOT THE SHIT OUT OF THIS PLACE
UNTIL I GET MY HASH BACK!
- FUCK YOU, CYRUS! COPS, BOYS, COPS.
HIDE THE GUNS.
- DROP IT. - FUCK!
- GUNS DOWN.
FUCK!
FUCK.
- NOTHING GOING ON HERE, GUYS. WE JUST GOT CAUGHT UP IN THIS.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
HOLD UP THERE, OFFICERS!
THOSE GENTLEMEN WERE NOT INVOLVED IN THIS.
THEY WERE PINNED DOWN BY THESE GOONS WITH THE GUN.
THEY'RE NOT EVEN FROM THIS PARK.
I FOUND THIS BY THEIR CAR.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS, THOUGH.
- THAT'S OUR FUCKING HASH! - DENNIS.
- FUCKING DENNIS. DUMB FUCK! - AH, FUCK!
- TAKE 'EM DOWNTOWN, BOYS. GET 'EM OUT OF THIS PARK.
GO ON, GET OUT OF HERE.
- JUST YOU WAIT, RICKY. - I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU!
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
PERHAPS WE CAN NOW MOVE ON AS FRIENDS.
THANKS, MR. LAHEY.
- I'M NOT FALLING FOR THE NICE-GUY-ROUTINE BULLSHIT JIM.
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. ALRIGHT?
- COULDN'T SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE FOR TWO SECONDS, EH?
FUCK OFF, RANDY.
HERE'S THE REST OF IT, BUBS. COUNT IT UP, BUDDY.
- OH MY GOD. - ALRIGHT, YOU GUYS
CAN PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN, OKAY? YOU DID A GOOD JOB TODAY.
- THANKS, JULIAN. - ALRIGHT.
- I DON'T WANT SIMPLE AND GARFUCKLE IN MY FUCKING HOUSE.
FIFTY FEET, BOYS.
I DON'T WANT ANYBODY CALLING THE COPS.
LET'S GO.
- BOYS, I DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW THIS,
BUT THIS TRAILER'S FUCKING PAID FOR.
I OWN THIS NOW.
NOW YOU GUYS COME IN HERE AND YOU SHOOT IT ALL THE FUCK UP
AND YOU GUYS ARE GONNA FIX IT.
THAT'S ALL I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW.
- WE DIDN'T SHOOT IT. THERE'S A COUPLE OF HOLES
- IN THE WINDOW AND-- - YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!
SEE, YOU DON'T OWN YOUR OWN TRAILER.
THIS IS MY TRAILER, RICK. IF YOU OWNED YOUR OWN PLACE,
YOU WOULDN'T LIKE IT TO BE SHOT UP. OKAY?
- IT'S MINE. I OWN IT. - SOR-RY.
- JULIAN, THERE'S, LIKE, OVER 100 KILOS OF HASH HERE.
CAN'T WE JUST GET RID OF THIS
AND, LIKE, NOT WORRY ABOUT IT RUINING OUR LIVES?
WHAT IF CYRUS COMES AFTER US FOR IT?
- BUBS, THOSE GUYS ARE GONNA BE IN JAIL FOR A LONG TIME.
WE'RE JUST GONNA SIT ON IT UNTIL THINGS COOL DOWN,
THEN WE'RE GONNA SELL EVERYTHING IN A LUMP SUM.
IT'S THE LOWEST RISK, MAN. I'M NOT EVEN WORRIED ABOUT IT.
- OH, YEAH, NO RISK INVOLVED, I WOULD SAY.
- HOW THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA HIDE THIS MUCH HASH, JULIAN?
WE CAN'T KEEP IT IN MY DAD'S TRAILER.
THAT'S NOT FAIR. UNLESS IT'S COOL.
DAD, DO YOU MIND IF I KEEP A COUPLE OF GRAMS OF HASH
- IN YOUR TRAILER? - NO HASH IN THE TRAILER, RIC!
- DON'T FUCKING THINK YOU'RE PUTTING IT IN MY SHED.
- I'LL TELL YOU THAT. - WE'RE GONNA HIDE IT.
IN THE MOST CLEVER WAY.
RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN, BOYS.
- FUCK, BOYS. - WHAT?
- I'M REALLY SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOUR DRUG TALKING HERE,
BUT I HAD 100... I HAD $119 IN EMPTIES IN MY SHED
AND THEY'RE ALL GONE.
I'M JUST WONDERING IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT, RICK.
TRINITY TOOK SOME.
SHE SAD YOU TOLD HER IT WAS COOL.
TRINITY?
WHY DID TRINIY TAKE $119 IN BOTTLES, RICK?
- WHY'D YOU LET THEM GO, MR. LAHEY?
- BECAUSE THEY'RE MY LITTLE SHIT PUPPETS, RANDY.
- PERFORMING IN OUR SHIT PLAY. - I DON'T UNDERSTAND, SIR.
YOU WILL, RAND, YOU WILL.
OH MY GOD.
[bottles smashing]
[belching]
- WHAT'S WRONG WITH PARENTS THESE DAYS?