[whistle blowing]
- I'M SAYING CYRUS, TERRY AND DENNIS GOT OUT TODAY.
CYRUS AND THEM MA-FUCKERS ARE TALKING ABOUT
HOW THEY GETTING OUT, GET SOME AUTOMATIC WEAPONS
AND GO UP SUNNYVALE AND KILL THEM THREE MA-FUCKERS
- IF WE DON'T PLAY IT. - WE CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN.
WE GETTING OUT TODAY SO WE GONNA SKATE BACK TO THE PARK,
WARN THESE GUYS THAT THESE GUYS ARE COMIN.
- WE AIN'T WANNA SEE NOBODY DEAD.
WE AIN'T DOWN WITH BEING DEAD, RIGHT?
- 'CAUSE WE DON'T PLAY THAT. WE PLAY UNCLEARED SAMPLES-
- LIQUOR. DOPE. - HOS. KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
MR. LAHEY, THE COCK'S DONE!
EXCELLENT, RANDY! EXCELLENT.
NOT QUITE FINISHED YET, THOUGH, BUD.
NOW SHE'S DONE.
- WHEN ARE WE GONNA HEAD DOWN TO THE KING FOR THE TWO-FOR-ONE?
- RANDY. [sighing]
- THIS IS BULLSHIT, MR.LAHEY. [wind blowing]
FEEL THAT?
FEEL WHAT, MR. LAHEY?
- THE WAY THE SHIT CLINGS TO THE AIR, RANDY?
SHIT CLINGS TO THE AIR?
- IT'S ALREADY STARTED, MY DEAR GOOD FRIEND.
- WHAT STARTED, MR. LAHEY? [wind blowing]
THE SHIT BLIZZARD.
[lilting piano music]
COME ON, JULIAN.
- RICK, WOULD YOU STOP DRINKING AND EATING AND GET BACK TO WORK?
- HOLY FUCK, BOYS, IT'S COLD FOR THIS TIME OF YEAR.
- WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON? - COLD? RICKY,
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? IT'S HOT AS A RATTLESNAKE TAIL.
HEY, WHAT'S UP Y'ALL?
WHAT'S GOING ON?
- WE GOT SOME BAD NEWS, DAWG, AND WE WOULDA CALLED FROM JAIL,
- BUT WE COULDN'T. - YEAH, MAN.
CYRUS, TERRY AND DENNIS GOT BUSTED OUT THE JOINT TODAY
AND THEY COMING LOOKING FOR YOUR CANDY HARD, DAWG.
- WHO BAILED THEM OUT?! - RANDY.
- WHO YOU THINK? - OH, MY FUCK.
- WHERE THE FUCK DID RANDY GET THAT KIND OF MONEY?
- I DUNNO. - OMIGOD.
- PROBABLY FROM YOU, JULIAN, AND YOUR LITTLE TRAILER FUN!
- WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?! - ALRIGHT,
LOOKS LIKE WE GOT A GUNFIGHT ON OUR HANDS HERE, BOYS.
J-ROC, T, YOU GUYS GOTTA SHOOT COVER FIRE FOR ME.
- DAWG, WE DON'T PLAY GUNS, YOU KNOW THAT, B.
- WE DO ANYTHING ELSE. - YOU WANT THEM TO SHOOT YOU?
- DO YOU WANT THEM? - NO.
- WE HAVE TO DIG UP UNDER YOUR OLD TRAILER,
- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? - OH, NO!
I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW, I M FUCKING DEAD AGAINST GUNFIGHTS.
I HATE GETTING IN THEM. RICKY AND JULIAN,
I DON'T THINK THEY REALIZE HOW FUCKING DANGEROUS THEY ARE.
- YOU GUYS GOTTA GO UNDERNEATH MY OLD TRAILER, ALRIGHT?
YOU'LL SEE THIS CINDER BLOCK. YOU CAN'T MISS IT.
DIG UNDERNEATH IT, YOU'LL FIND THIS HOCKEY BAG.
BRING IT BACK TO ME AS SOON AS YOU CAN, ALRIGHT?
- DON'T LET LAHEY SEE YOU, EITHER. - WHAT'S IN THE BAG MA-FUCKER?
- NEVER MIND. YOU GUYS'LL SEE, ALRIGHT?
- JUST DON'T LET LAHEY SEE YOU. - COME ON, JULES!
THAT'S LIKE GOING TO THE AIRPORT, WHERE THEY'RE LIKE,
"ARE YOU AWARE OF THE CONTENTS OF THE BAG?" I'M LIKE, "NAH"
AND THEY'RE LIKE, "D'YOU PACK THE SHIT YOURSELF"
AND I'M LIKE, "NAH." AND THEY'RE LIKE,
"YOU LEAVE THE SHIT UNATTENDED?" AND I'M LIKE, "I DUNNO,
SOME MA-FUCKER MIGHT'VE LEFT T UNDER A TRAILER A COUPLE YEARS."
- THAT'S WHACK! - J-ROC, J-ROC, JUST GO GET
- THE FUCKING BAG FOR ME. ALRIGHT? - A'IGHT.
- BOYS, THERE'S GONNA BE A BIG FUCKING SHOOTOUT IN THIS PARK.
I GOTTA GET TRINITY OUT OF HERE, ALRIGHT?
- LET'S GET HER OUT OF HERE. - OH, FUCK!
[tires squealing]
- GET ON YOUR BIKE, GO RIGHT TO GRANDMA'S HOUSE.
DON'T STOP ANYWHERE, DON'T TALK TO ANYBODY.
JUST GO RIGHT THERE AND CALL MOMMY
- WHEN YOU GET THERE, OKAY? - OKAY.
- YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DADDY LOVES YOU, RIGHT?
HOW MUCH?
- MORE THAN ANYTHING THERE EVER HAS BEEN GONNA HAPPEN
AND CAN EVER REALLY HAPPEN, TIMES TEN.
SUNNYVALE LOCK. WHOOSH!
[clattering]
WHAT ARE YOU BOYS DOING?
TRANSPORTING FIREARMS IS ILLEGAL, ISN'T IT?
- THEY GUNS-- - WE FOUND UNDER YOUR TRAILER.
THEY JUST CAME FROM YOUR HOUSE, MAN.
- THAT'S A GOOD POINT J-ROC.
- DAMN RIGHT, MA-FUCKER.
- THOSE AREN'T OUR-- - RANDY.
YOU BOYS CARRY ON NOW. SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION.
- MR. LAHEY! - RANDY!
- THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY, MAN. LET'S GET THIS SHIT OUT OF HERE.
- IN THE TRUNK. - HERE'S YOUR DAMN GUNS, JULIAN.
- WE OUT, MAN. - WHAT?
- WE DON'T PLAY GUNS, DAWG. - GUNS KILL, MAN.
- WE AIN'T DOWN WITH KILLIN, WE DOWN WITH CHILLIN'.
- PEACE. - PEACE.
- THANKS FOR YOUR HELP, BOYS. THANKS A LOT.
[whistling]
- HERE, COREY, TREVOR, COREY, TREVOR!
[whistling] HERE, BOYS!
- LET'S MOVE. GET OVER HERE, BOYS.
ALRIGHT, TAKE THIS ONE. BE CAREFUL, THOUGH.
GET UP ON MRS. PETERSON'S ROOF, ALRIGHT?
YOU'RE GONNA BE THE LOOKOUTS. IF SHIT GETS TOO HEAVY,
I WANT YOU TO GET OFF THE ROOF, GO HIDE IN LUCY'S AND STAY.
YOU GUYS DON'T LEAVE THERE UNTIL I COME GET YOU, GOT IT?
- YEAH, THAT'S COOL. - THIS IS A PIRATE'S GUN.
- WELL, TREVOR, THAT MAKES YOU LONG JOHN DICKWEED, THEN.
GET UP ON THE ROOF, BOYS, GET GOING.
- WELL, THAT SHOULD DO IT, BUDDY.
GOOD JOB.
- LET'S GET THE GUNS LOADED UP. - JULIAN, WAIT.
LISTEN, I DON'T ASK YOU FOR MANY THINGS,
BUT I'M FUCKING TERRIFIED HERE, I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW.
IS THERE ANY WAY WE CAN NOT DO THIS GUNFIGHT, PLEASE?
- BUBS, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE INVOLVED IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.
- YES, I DO, JULIAN. THAT'S THE THING.
IF YOU AND RICKY ARE INVOLVED, THEN I'M GONNA BE INVOLVED
AND I GOT A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS,
LIKE WE COULD EITHER GET KILLED OR GO BACK TO JAIL FOREVER,
AND I DON'T WANT US TO GET KILLED.
THERE'S GOT TO BE ANOTHER WAY. [crying]
- WHAT'S WRONG, BUBS? YOU ALRIGHT?
- I'M CRYING, RICKY, IF YOU MUST KNOW.
'CAUSE I'M FUCKING UPSET!
- WE GOTTA GET THE REST OF THE HASH RIPPED UP.
LET'S GET SOME GUNS, BOYS, AND HIDE.
HE'S GONNA BE HERE.
- CHANGE OF PLANS, RICK. NO GUNS.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO GUNS?
- LISTEN, I'M GONNA TAKE CARE OF THIS.
YOU GUYS GO HIDE.
- HE'S GONNA FUCKING SHOOT US! - RICKY, GO HIDE.
NO GUNS. GOT IT?
[speaking Japanese]
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- I THINK IT'S A GIANT COCK AND SOME GUY'S RIDING IT
- LIKE A COWBOY. - IS THAT YOU, CYRUS?
CAN'T YOU FUCKING READ, TERRY?
THAT'S MY NAME WITH AN ARROW POINTING AT IT.
YEAH, IT IS YOU.
FUCK OFF, WE GOT WORK TO DO.
- FUCK, HERE HE IS. - OH, FUCK.
- [speaking Japanese] - KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN', TERRY?
- HOLY FUCK, IT BETTER NOT BE SCRATCHE!
- WHERE'S MY FUCKING GUN? I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE GUN.
- OKAY, GUYS! WE HAVE THE CAR, WE WANT OUR HASH!
WE DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE, BUT WE DON'T MIND MAKING SOME!
- FUCK! - NOW GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!
- OH MY GOD. - ALRIGHT, CYRUS, YOU WIN.
WE SURRENDER.
- JULIAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
- RICKY, WE'RE SURRENDERING. GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!
- COME ON, RICKY. - JESUS CHRIST.
DON'T FUCKING SHOOT US, CYRUS.
YOU WOULD'VE DID THE SAME THING, MAN, ALRIGHT?
IT'S A PERFECT FUCKING PLAN, CYRUS.
ALRIGHT, TO BE HONEST WITH YOU...
I LOOK UP TO YOU, MAN.
YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME.
- NO, WE ALL LOOK UP TO YOU, CYRUS.
RIGHT, BOYS? RIGHT, RICK?
- I MEAN, A LOT OF PEOPLE IN JAIL
THINK YOU'RE PRETTY GOOD AT STUFF AND...
- I KNOW I DO, CYRUS, WITH YOUR EXCELLENT JACKET.
- YEAH, WELL, OKAY, WE GET THE CAR, WE GET THE HASH,
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE COCK DRAWING ON LAHEY'S TRAILER?
- COCK DRAWING? - YEAH!
THERE'S A FUCKING COWBOY SITTING ON A COCK BACK THERE
WITH MY NAME AND AN ARROW POINTING TO HIM,
AND YOUR FUCKING NAME ON THE BOTTOM OF IT!
- I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING DRAW, CYRUS.
- THIS IS BY LAHEY'S TRAILER? - YEAH.
- WELL, BOYS, HE MASTERMINDED THIS WHOLE THING.
- WHO LET YOU OUT OF JAIL? - FUCK, THAT FAT FUCK RANDY.
- LOOK, CYRUS, EVERYTHING'S COOL HERE.
JUST, THERE'S YOUR HASH, IT'S ALL CUT UP NICE.
YOU GUYS TAKE THAT.
IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT'S GOING TOO WELL, DUDE.
LET'S GIVE IT ANOTHER SECOND.
THEY'VE GOT THE HASH. I THINK CYRUS OVERPOWERED THEM
AND THEY TOOK THE HASH.
SOMETHING'S GOING ON, DUDE. IT DOESN'T LOOK RIGHT.
- WE GOT TO DO SOMETHING. - IT DOESN'T LOOK RIGHT.
JULIAN, RADIO COREY AND TREVOR
AND TELL THEM NOT TO FUCKING SHOOT AT ANYBODY.
- COREY AND TREVOR, THIS IS JULIAN.
AS SOON AS YOU SEE CYRUS-- [static] --TAKE THE SHOT.
- THAT'S IT, MAN. HE SAID TAKE THE SHOT, DUDE.
- THAT'S NOT WHAT HE SAID. I HEARD.
- I HEARD IT TOO. HE SAID TAKE THE SHOT.
- YOU'RE WRONG. - I DON'T CARE IF I'M WRONG.
YOU'RE FUCKING UP AND I'M NOT FUCKING THIS UP.
SOMEONE'S GONNA GET KILLED. I'M TAKING THE SHOT.
EXCUSE ME.
- HE SHOULD BE A FUCKING BLONDE. [gunshot]
- WHAT THE HELL?! - WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?!
- TREVOR AND COREY, YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!
- [gunshots] - OW!
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!
- CYRUS, WE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, MAN!
- YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR! [gunshots and screaming]
GET ALL THE HASH AND GET BACK TO THE FUCKIN CAR!
- JULIAN, I THINK WE'RE GONNA DIE.
GOOD!
STAY DOWN, I'LL COME BACK TO GET YOU!
- BOYS, BOYS, BOYS! - FUCK COREY AND TREVOR!
- FORGET THE HASH. LET'S GRAB SOME FUCKING GUNS.
- FUCK! - GET UP, RICKY!
STOP FUCKING AROUND, RICK!
- SUCK MY COCK, GUYS! - WAIT FOR ME, BOYS!
BOYS, WE HAVE TO GET COREY AND TREVOR TO THE HOSPITA!
- WE CAN'T LEAVE THEM! - BUBS, TAKE LATERAL COVER FIRE
FROM THE BACKSEAT. RICKY, YOU TAKE CENTER FIRE.
- I WANT LATERAL COVER FIRE! - YOU'RE TAKING CENTER FIRE!
- AH, FOR FUCKSAKES. - JUST COVER ME!
I'LL GET COREY AND TREVOR OFF THE ROOF!
- BUBBLES, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO HANG OUT THE WINDOW.
WE'RE GONNA BACK UP, HIT 'EM HARD, HIT 'EM MEAN.
- I CAN'T DO IT! - WE'RE GONNA GET SHOT!
- LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE. - [growling]
- LET ME SEE YOUR REAL WAR FACE. [growling]
COME ON, BOYS. LET'S DO IT!
- COREY, TREVOR?! ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?
- SORRY, CYRUS! WE'RE OKAY! - SORRY, DUDE!!!
- I THINK WE FUCKED UP!! - WELL, HOW ABOUT WE FUCKED UP?!
[gunshots]
WHAT IN THE FUCK?!!!!!
- IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT, BUBBLES?!!
- GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, CYRUS!!!
- FUCK OFF WITH THE GUNS!! - I'M OUT RICKY, I'M OUT!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS PARK!
- HOLY FUCK, I'M HUNGRY. YOU GOT ANYTHING TO EAT, BUBS?
- NO, I GOT NOTHING TO EAT, RICKY!
- YOU RELOADED? WE GOTTA COVER JULIAN.
- I'M TRYING TO. - HELP ME GET THEM IN THE CAR!
- PUT THEM IN THE TRUNK! - WHAT?!
- THEY'RE FUCKING BLEEDING! YOU KNOW THE RULES!
- OH, FOR FUCKSAKE! - YOU GUYS FUCKED UP BIG-TIME!
- IN THE TRUNK! - SHIT, GET IN THE TRUNK, BOYS!
LET'S GO, LET'S GO!
LET'S GO! IN THE CAR, BUBS! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
FUCK!
LISTEN, BOYS.
- WELL, DON'T FUCKING STOP ON MY ACCOUNT!!!!
- ALRIGHT, I THINK IT'S OVER. LET'S RELOAD JUST IN CASE.
- GEORGE GREEN! GEORGE GREEN, BOYS!
- GEORGE GREEN! OH MY GOD.
- HEY, GEORGE. - HEY, GEORGE.
- HOW'S IT GOING, BOYS? - HOW YOU DOING?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS GEORGE GREEN DOING HERE?
SOMEONE CALLED THE COPS?
- GEORGE, THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE. WE NEED YOUR HELP, BUD.
SOMEBODY'S GOTTA BE ON DUTY HERE, GEORGE.
WHO'S THE OFFICER IN CHARGE, GEORGE?
WHO'S THE OFFICER IN CHARGE HERE?
- I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN CHARGE, JIM.
WHY AREN'T YOU ON DUTY?
- I'VE ALWAYS BEEN ON DUTY, GEORGE. ALWAYS.
I HAVEN'T BEEN OFF DUTY FOR 20 YEARS.
NEVER.
OH, YOU'RE SO FUCKED, LAHEY.
DISPATCH, THIS IS OFF-DUTY OFFICER GEORGE GREEN
IN SUNNYVALE TRAILER PARK.
YOU HAD A REPORT EARLIER OF GUNFIRE.
DISREGARD.
- THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON-- - OFFICER DOWN! OFFICER DOWN!
SORRY, GEORGE! YOU'RE A SHITTY COP, GEORGE!
I WANT A REAL COP HERE!
- RICKY, WE HAVE TO GET COREY AND TREVOR TO THE HOSPITAL!
- OKAY BUDDY, YOU GOTTA HIT IT TWICE AS HARD AS LAST TIME!
- ALRIGHT, RICKY, THEY'RE STANDING THREE--
- SHIT! [gunfire]
- IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT CYRUS?!! HUH?!
I DON'T LIKE SHOOTING AT PEOPLE.
I DON'T WANNA KILL ANYBODY. I JUST LIKE SCARING THEM,
SO I SHOOT RIGHT OVER THEIR HEADS, YOU KNOW,
WAY CLEAN OVER THEIR HEADS.
BUT AS LONG AS THERE'S A BIG FLAME COMING OUT OF THE GUN,
AND, YOU KNOW, YOU LOOK MEAN ENOUGH,
IT'S USUALLY ENOUGH TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF SOMEBODY.
JULIAN, I THINK THEY'RE RELOADING OR SOMETHIN!
ALRIGHT, BOYS, LISTEN UP.
BUBBLES, YOU SHOOT LATERAL FIRE FROM THE LEFT.
RICKY, I WANT YOU TO DRIVE STRAIGHT BACK,
RIGHT THROUGH THOSE FUCKERS, I'M GONNA COVER YOU FROM BEHIND.
- I GOTTA PUT MY JACKET ON. - OKAY, BOYS, LET'S GO.
STOP FUCKING AROUND, RICK.
- I NEED TO PUT MY COAT ON, I'M FREEZING!
OH, FUCK!
- RICKY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? - WHAT'S WRONG, RICK?
- SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT HERE, BOYS.
- BUBBLES, I'LL COVER YOU. CHECK HIM OUT.
- [Bubbles hyperventilating] - RICKY, WHAT'S WRONG?
- I THINK I'M HAVING A HARK ATTACK, BUDDY.
- WHAT?! - YEAH.
- ARE YOU SURE? JULIAN!
- WHOLE FUCKING LEFT SIDE IS GETTING NUMB HERE.
- I THINK HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK.
- HE NEEDS CPR OR SOMETHING. - WELL, I DUNNO THAT SHIT, MAN.
I'LL BE ALRIGHT, BOYS. C'MON.
- WHO ELSE IN THE PARK KNOWS CPR?
- LAHEY! LAHEY KNOWS IT. - I'LL BE FINE, JUST COVER ME!
- ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA GET LAHEY. YOU HANG IN THERE, RICKY.
CYRUS, STOP FUCKING SHOOTIN! SOMEBODY'S HURT HERE!
HELP ME LIGHT ONE OF THESE UP.
- RICKY, THAT'S A DIRTY OLD BAG OF BUTTS.
- I KNOW. TRINITY GOT THEM FOR ME, DOWN AT THE CALL CENTER,
OUT IN THE PARKING LOT. MAN, THEY'RE AWESOME.
SHORT BREAKS, LONG BUTTS, LET'S GO, COME ON.
- RICKY, NO, YOU GOTTA GET TO THE HOSPITAL!
LET'S GO, LET'S GO!
RICKY, THE COPS!
TED! TED, THANK FUCK YOU'RE HERE.
CYRUS SHOWED UP, TRYING TO SELL US DRUGS!
WE WOULDN'T BUY THEM. MACHINE GUN! FIRING AT US!
COREY AND TREVOR HIT, IN THE TRUNK, BLEEDING!
- COREY, TREVOR, YOU GUYS OKAY?
- WE'RE OKAY! THANKS FOR ASKING! [gunfire]
- CYRUS, YOU FUCKING MORON! STOP FIRING!
- THERE'S PEOPLE HURT HERE! - ALL UNITS, ALL UNITS,
RESPOND TO SUNNYVALE TRAILER PARK.
OFFICER UNDER FIRE. I REPEAT, OFFICER UNDER FIRE.
- LISTEN, FRAIDY-COP, YOU MIND FIRING A COUPLE SHOTS
TO COVER US HERE BEFORE WE GET KILLED?
- DON'T FRIGGIN' MOVE, JULIAN. - FUCK OFF, RANDY.
JIM, RICKY'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK.
YOU GOTTA DO CPR ON HIM RIGHT NOW.
- RICKY'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK, EH?
CALLS FOR A CELEBRATORY DRINK, JULIAN.
CUT THE BULLSHIT, JIM!
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MAN THAT LOVES THIS TRAILER PARK,
TRYING TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE?
[gunfire] WE'VE GOT COCK-RIDING COWBOYS
PAINTED ON THE SIDE OF TRAILERS. THIS GUNFIGHT'S OUT OF CONTROL
AND PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE. IT'S GONNA BE YOUR FAULT, JIM.
- I NEED YOUR HELP. - WHY SHOULD I HELP YOU, JULIAN?
- BECAUSE, JIM, YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE A FATHER TO ME.
OFFICER LAHEY, YOU'RE THE ONLY MAN
THAT CAN TAKE CARE OF THIS SITUATION.
- [gunfire] - COVER ME, BOY.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SIT, LAY DOWN!
- OH, I GOTTA PISS BAD. - YOU DON'T NEED TO PISS YET.
- HOLD IT. - RICKY, ARE YOU OKAY?
- WHAT'S GOING ON OUT THERE, DUDES?
BUBS...
YOU GOTTA LOOK AFTER TRINITY, BUDDY.
- DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT. YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.
- DON'T TALK FOOLISH. - YOU CAN SHARE THE CAR.
JUST MAKE SURE SHE CHECKS THE TRANSMISSION FLUID.
- YOU CAN CHECK, 'CAUSE YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.
[gunfire and glass breaking]
DON'T LET ME PISS MYSELF.
RICKY! AH!
[gunfire]
COVER ME, BOYS!
HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN OUT, BUBBLES?
- OH, ABOUT SIX MINUTES, MR. LAHEY.
- SHIT, THAT'S TOO LONG, BUBBLES.
NO BRAIN CAN STAND WITHOUT OXYGEN THAT LONG.
IF I DID REVIVE HIM, BUBBLES, HE'D JUST BE A VEGETABLE.
- BUT, MR. LAHEY, I THINK PROBABLY HIS BRAIN
USES WAY LESS OXYGEN THAN A NORMAL BRAIN.
MAYBE HE'S GOT LIKE A LOT MORE TIME THAN A NORMAL PERSON.
CAN'T YOU JUST TRY IT? HE'S MY BEST FRIEND, COME ON.
- I'LL GIVE IT A TRY, BUBBLES. - JUST DO WHAT YOU DO.
THOUSAND ONE, THOUSAND TWO.
LET'S GO, RELOAD, RELOAD!
- THOUSAND ONE, THOUSAND TWO. - COME ON, RICKY.
- THOUSAND THREE, THOUSAND FOUR. [groaning]
- IT'S WORKING! THERE'S AIR COMING OUT OF HIM!
- RICKY! - YOU OKAY, BOY?
WAKE UP!
RICKY, YOU'RE ALRIGHT! SIT UP!
OH MY GOD, HE'S ALIVE!
IT WORKED, MR. LAHEY! YOU SAVED HIM!
- HOLY FUCK. - RICKY, YOU JUST DIED.
- YOU WANT A DRINK, BUD? - WHEN?
- JUST NOW, YOU WERE JUST DEAD! - THANKS.
- YOU'RE BACK ALIVE! OH MY GOD.
MR. LAHEY, YOU'RE A HERO. YOU SAVED HIS LIFE.
THANKS, BOYS.
- BUBS, WHERE'S MY SMOKES? - HANG ON.
- WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.
WE GOT OUR HASH, LET'S GO.
- THE COPS ARE GONNA BE HERE ANY SECOND NOW!
- [sirens wailing] - JESUS, LET'S JUST PUT THE GU--
AH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!
- YOU INVOLVED WITH THIS GUNPLAY, RICKY?
- FOR FUCKSAKES, NO, I'M NOT FUCKING INVOLVED.
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. I JUST... I WAS DEAD.
AND A COUPLE OF GUYS FUCKING BROKE INTO MY TRUNK.
I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
- YOU WOULDN'T BE LYING TO ME, WOULD YOU, RICK?
- UH, NO, WHY WOULD I? - WHY WOULD YOU?
- LOOK, THESE GUYS BROKE INTO MY TRUNK.
BUBBLES, OPEN THE TRUNK. AND THEY FUCKING...
I DUNNO WHAT THEY GOT IN THERE, BUNCHA GUNS THEY THREW IN MY CAR
AND I WAS JUST WAITING TIL YOU GUYS GOT HERE TO HELP THEM.
- OH, DUDE, THANK YOU. OH, GOD. - SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE.
- OH, GOD, I GOT SHOT, DUDE. - SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU WUSSIES.
I WAS DEAD. YOU GOT SHOT, BIG DEAL.
WE SHOULD CALL A DUMBULANCE.
- AND WHAT ABOUT THIS? - IT'S... IT'S YOURS.
IS THIS YOURS, BUBBLES?
OR IS THIS YOURS, RICK?
- HE ASKED WHOSE IT WAS AND POOR RICKY SAID IT WAS HIS,
'CAUSE HE THAT'S JUST THE TYPE OF GUY RICKY IS.
HE DOESN'T WANT ME TO GO TO JAIL.
HE KNOWS THAT I DON'T LIKE IT IN THERE,
SO HE TOOK THE FUCKING HEAT AND HE WENT TO JAIL.
- IT'S OKAY, BUBS. IT'S OKAY, BUDDY.
JULIAN'S GOING ANYWAY. IT'LL BE FINE.
- CAREFUL WITH HIM. HIS HEART'S...
HEY, LAHEY...
THANKS.
THAT WAS HEROIC, JIM.
YOUR BEHAVIOUR WILL NOT GO UNNOTICED.
THANKS, TED.
- HEY, RICKY, YOU GO TO DARTMOUTH REGIONAL VOCATIONAL?
- AS A MATTER OF FACT, I DO. - WHAT ARE YOU TAKING?
- DIFFERENT THINGS. CUFF HIM.
JIM'S RECEIVING A BIG AWARD TODAY,
A NATIONAL AWARD FOR BRAVERY. IT'S A BIG DAY FOR HIM.
I'M HONOURED TO INTRODUCE TO YOU,
THE SUPERVISOR OF SUNNYVALE TRAILER PARK,
MR. JIM LAHEY. [applause]
- IT'S A REAL HONOUR, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
AND A REAL PLEASURE. THANK YOU.
YOU KNOW, WHEN SOMEONE NEEDS YOUR HELP,
YOU HAVE TO HELP THEM. IN ANY WAY YOU CAN,
NO MATTER WHAT COLOUR THEY ARE,
NO MATTER WHAT COUNTY THEY LIVE IN,
AND NO MATTER WHAT STATE YOU'RE IN.
(CROWD GASPING)
THANKS FOR COMING OUT, EVERYBODY.
I'LL NEVER BETRAY YOUR TRUST.
HI, RANDY.
HI, MR. LAHEY.
- WELL, FUCK, HERE I AM AGAIN. LEFT ALONE.
RICKY AND JULIAN ARE BACK IN JAIL.
I'M NOT EVEN SURE FOR HOW LONG THIS TIME.
GUMBY AND PUFFUCKEO ARE IN JAIL WITH THEM.
COREY AND TREVOR, I MEAN.
THAT'S WHAT RICKY CALLS THEM, GUMBY AND PUFFUCKEO.
- IN MY LINE OF WORK, YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES
AND YOU GOTTA LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES, AND I HAVE.
I MEAN, COREY AND TREVOR, THAT WAS THE WHOLE PROBLEM.
IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT.
- THING WITH ME IS THAT... I AM SMART,
AND I'M SELF-SMARTED BASICALLY BY MYSELF.
BASICALLY FROM NATURE AND SMOKING DRUGS
AND DOING DIFFERENT THINGS, I'VE SELF...
LIKE, SELF-LEARNED MYSELF.
AND THAT'S THE WHOLE DIFFERENCE, I GUESS,
IT'S THAT I DON'T NEED THE BOOKS OR THE SCHOOLING-TYPE THINGS.
I JUST GET EVERYTHING ON MY OWN
AND BECAUSE OF THAT, I'M ALIVE RIGHT NOW.
I MEAN, IF I'D READ MORE BOOKS OR TRIED TO GO ON TO COLLEGE
AND DIFFERENT THINGS LIKE THAT, I'D BE DEAD RIGHT NOW.
BECAUSE PEOPLE SAY BOOKS AND COLLEGE
ARE FOR TO BE TO MAKE YOU SMARTER,
BUT THEY CAN ALSO BE FOR TO BE TO GET YOU DEAD,
WHICH IS WHAT COULD'VE HAPPENED TO ME.
MY BRAIN DOESN'T USE ENOUGH OXYGEN,
'CAUSE I DON'T HAVE THE WHOLE THING
FILLED WITH DIFFERENT STUFF.
AND IF IT WAS FULL, IT'S ONLY PART-FULL
AND THAT'S WHY I'M ALIVE RIGHT NOW.
GUARDS IN HERE ARE, "HERE, READ THIS BOOK,
TRY TO GET SMARTER." I'M LIKE, ALRIGHT,
I'LL PRETEND TO READ IT. I'M NOT GONNA REALLY READ IT,
'CAUSE THEN MY BRAIN WOULD BE MORE FULL
AND IF I HAVE ANOTHER HEART ATTACK,
I'M GONNA DIE.
- I'M GONNA GO BACK TO READIN, FIGURE OUT A PLAN.
SOON AS I GET OUT, I'M GONNA WORK ON THAT PLAN.
IT'S GONNA BE TIGHT.
AND I'M GONNA FUCKING RETIRE IN ABOUT A YEAR'S TIME.
- I JUST WANNA GET OUT OF HERE NOW AND SPEND TIME
WITH LUCY AND TRINITY AND GET MY FAMILY GOING AGAIN.
BASICALLY THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME.
THEY COME AND VISIT ME A COUPLE TIMES IN JAIL
FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, WHICH IS AWESOME.
LUCY SEEMS TO BE REALLY DIGGING ME
AND LOOKING REALLY GOOD,
AND I JUST WANNA GET OUTTA HEE AND SEE THEM, EXERCISE A BIT,
MAYBE EAT BETTER AND TRY TO QUIT SMOKING.
WELL, I'M GONNA QUIT SMOKING CIGARETTES FIRST,
AND THEN, YOU KNOW, WORK OFF THE DOPE OR WHATEVER EVENTUALLY.
ALTHOUGH I DUNNO.
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