[buzzing]
- WELL, RICKY AND JULIAN WORKED UP THIS PLAN WITH SEBASTIAN BACH
YOU KNOW WHERE WE LOAD UP THE TRAIN, MODEL TRAIN WITH DOPE
AND IT CHUGS THROUGH THE WOODS THERE INTO THE U.S.
AND SEBASTIAN PICKS UP THE DOPE ONCE IT ARRIVES,
HE LOADS IT WITH CIGARETTES, SENDS IT RIGHT BACK AND,
I MEAN, IT'S PRETTY ELABORATE, BUT I THINK IT COULD WORK.
- RICKY AND JULIAN HAVE PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING
RIDING ON THIS ONE DEAL AND, IF YOU ASK ME,
THE WHOLE PLAN'S FUCKED.
ANYTHING COULD GO WRONG.
A DEER COULD KICK THAT TRAIN OFF THE TRACK.
SOMEBODY COULD CALL THE AUTHORITIES [laughs].
- I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH CONKY,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM.
RIGHT NOW I THINK,
I THINK BUBBLES HAS TOTALLY LOST HIS MIND AND
IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THIS GREAT PLAN THAT I THOUGHT OF.
GREAT.
- THIS FOREST FIRE IS GETTING A LOT FUCKING CLOSER BOYS.
- ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO ACCEPT THE FACT
THAT SKIDDY ROW MUST HAVE FUCKED YOU OVER.
FUCK IT!
[kiss]
- BUBBLES, WOULD YOU PUT THAT FUCKING PUPPET AWAY PLEASE.
SORRY JULIAN.
LOOK, CHEER UP, I MEAN, THAT WAS A PRETTY GOOD PLAN.
THAT PLAN COULD HAVE WORKED.
- ACTUALLY I THINK YOUR PLAN WAS FUCKED
RIGHT OFF THE BAT JULIAN.
WHY WOULDN'T YOU JUST TAKE THE ALIEN TREVOR'S
AND PUT THEM ON A HORSE OR A MULE AND CROSS THE BORDER
LIKE A REGULAR DRUG DEALER, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. [laughing]
CONKY, SHUT THE FUCK UP.
THE TRAIN PROBABLY BURNT UP IN THE FOREST FIRE.
- BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BAMMMMMMMM!
- JACOB! BOYS, THE CIGARETTES!
FUCK!
[lilting piano music]
- ALL RIGHT, SHITTY, BACK HER UP!
- LET'S GO BOYS. UNLOAD THE FREIGHT CARS. GET HER MOVING.
- THAT FUCKING SEBASTIAN. WHAT A GREAT FUCKING GUY, MAN.
[indistinct speech]
GREAT WORK, JACOB.
- I JUST GOTTA ROCK A PISS BOYS, I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
HURRY THE FUCK UP.
JACOB, MOVE IT!
OKAY, I'LL JUST BE A SECOND.
- ALL RIGHT SHITTY, SEE YOU BACK AT THE PARK, BUDDY.
AND DON'T FUCKING THIS UP.
THOSE THEM CIGARETTES IN THERE IS OUR LIFES.
AND FOR FUCKS SAKES MAN, TAKE A SHOWER.
YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING HOBOLO.
[shouts]
ALRIGHT BOYS, SO WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THE TRAIN?
YOU KNOW WHAT BOYS.
FUCK THAT TRAIN, I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.
LET'S JUST GET OUT OF HERE.
ARE YOU SURE?
YES.
- WHOA, WHOA. SHHH, SHHH. - WHAT'S THAT?
- BOYS, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A MOTOR DOWN BY THE RIVER.
- GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU DRUNK PRICK!
[gunfire]
- "DRUNK PRICK"? WHO COULD HE BE REFERRING TO
I WONDER JULIAN. I HOPE IT'S NOT SOME KIND OF FUCKERY.
HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DANCE AROUND THIS SITUATION? DIRTILY?
- JACOB, YOU GUYS CHECK THE RIVER. RICKY, IN THE CAR.
BUBBLES, CONSIDER THAT KISS YOUR FINAL WARNING.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOTTA DO?
YOU GOTTA KILL HIM!
FUCK OFF, JULIAN.
LET'S GO!
- WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON WITH THIS THING.
[engine turning]
- COME ON RICKY! TRY IT AGAIN.
- I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON WITH IT.
[motor rumbling]
REALLY STILL.
- EASY NOW, I KNOW THE FOREST FIRE GETS THEM UPSET...
ALL RIGHT, GET OUT.
LAHEY AND RANDY!
- HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET HERE?
FUCKITTY CHOMPITY FUCK!
RANDY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW'D YOU FIND US?
- SWAYZE TRAIN IS COMING WITH US, GENTLEMEN.
- SWAYZE TRAIN'S COMING WITH US, GENTLEMEN.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SHOOTING AT SHITTY BILL,
YOU LIQUORED-UP DUMMIES?
- LOOK AT YA. TOO DRUNK TO DO ANYTHING.
EVERYONE KNOWS HOW IT GOES DOWN WITH YOU AND THE LIQUOR JIM.
YOU CAN'T PACE YOURSELF.
MAYBE I HAD A FEW DRINKS.
BUT MAYBE I KNOW HOW ALL THIS IS GOING TO GO DOWN, JULIAN.
'CAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL, RICHARD.
EVEN SEXY GUYS GO TO JAIL, JULIAN.
JIM, JIM, JIM,
ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVEN'T HAD TOO MANY DRINKS TO PULL THIS OFF?
'CAUSE I'M WILLING TO BET YOU HAVE. FUCKING DRUNK.
- HEY! GUYS, I'M SERIOUS HERE.
HE'S FRIGGING SERIOUS.
RANDY!
FUCK OFF, BOYS.
- YOU GUYS ARE UNDER ARREST FOR GRAND THEFT SWAYZE TRAIN.
- YOU'RE UNDER FUCK OFF FOR GRAND FUCKING OFFING.
[gunshot]
OH, FUCK!
- WHAT THE FUCK!? OH, YOU WENT TOO FUCKING FAR THIS TIME LAHEY.
[gunshots]
YOU CROSSED THE FUCKING LINE. YOU SHOT JULIAN.
[gunfire]
YOU OKAY?
- WOULD YOU HELP ME OUT HERE, RICKY?
LAHEY FUCKING SHOT YOU.
FUCK!
- COME ON MAN, WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
THOSE FUCKING IDIOTS.
I'M SORRY, JULIAN.
FUCK OFF, LAHEY!
- IT WASN'T ME JULIAN, IT WAS THE LIQUOR.
- BUBBLES, LAHEY AND RANDY SHOT ME. WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE.
- HOW THOUGH MAN? THE CAR WON'T FUCKING START.
FUCK.
- JULIAN, THE FOREST RANGER'S CROSSING THE RIVER.
THEY'RE HEADED THIS WAY.
CROSSING THE RIVER ON THEIR FLOATY THING.
- WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO US NOW?
- HOW COULD THEY POSSIBLY FIND YOU OUT HERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE JULIAN, UNLESS SOMEBODY TOLD THEM?
- DID YOU FUCKING TELL LAHEY YOU LITTLE STICK BITCH.
- NO RICKY, I WAS WITH CONKY THE WHOLE TIME.
HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.
- YEAH RICKY, I'M NOT AN IMPOSSIBILIST.
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
- THINK ABOUT IT, RICKY. [kissing sound]
DON'T FUCKING KISS ME.
JACOB TOLD LAHEY.
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT COULD'VE HAPPENED.
- NO, WAIT, WE'RE FRIENDS. I WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
- WHY DON'T YOU JOIN US DOWN AT THE CAR THEN, JACOB.
COME ON BOYS, THERE'S SOMETHING I'D LIKE TO SHOW YOU.
WHY DON'T YOU SHOW THEM
WHAT YOU PUT IN HIS GAS TANK, TWIDDLY MCGEE.
I WOULD WAGER THAT YOUR GAS TANK HAS A DELICIOUS, TASTY FLAVOR.
- IT IS DELICIOUS. SUGARISH.
SUGAR!
WHY, JACOB?
NO, I DIDN'T, IT WASN'T.
TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT.
- WHY? I MEAN, NO WAY. THERE'S BUGS. IT'S COLD.
- HE'S WEARING A FUCKING WIRE. SHOULD I SHOOT HIM, JULIAN?
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, MAN.
[indistinct shouting]
- DON'T MOVE. YOU ARE SURROUNDED.
THERE ARE MANY GUNS POINTED AT YOU RIGHT NOW.
- WHAT'S GOING ON UP HERE, BOYS? WE HEARD SOME GUN SHOTS.
THANK FUCK YOU'RE HERE.
HILLYBILLIES CHASING US BIG TIME.
THEY SHOT MY FRIEND THERE.
ONE'S GOT A BIG GUT, NO SHIRT ON.
FUCKING SMELLS LIKE BARBEQUE SAUCE.
THE OTHER ONE IS DRESSED AS A COP OR SOMETHING FUCKED UP.
THEY ARE FUCKING WEIRD AND THEY'RE WASTED.
- YOU KNOW, I THOUGHT I SMELLED BARBEQUE SAUCE, COMING UP HERE.
FUCK OFF HILLYBILLIES.
[shouting]
- ALRIGHT NOW BOYS. JUST RELAX. JUST RELAX.
THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS HILL BILLIES UP HERE IN THESE WOODS.
[gunshot]
[scream]
- YOU GUYS STAY DOWN. AMANDA!
- LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
JULIAN, LET ME EXPLAIN.
- I'M TAKING THIS FUCKING THING, RIGHT HERE.
BUBS, COME ON, GET IN.
SORRY BOYS, THERE'S NO ROOM.
WE'LL HAVE TO WORK OUT SOMETHING LATER.
THERE'S TONS OF ROOM.
- JACOB, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
LET'S MOVE IT RICK, COME ON.
- ALRIGHT, I GOTTA FIGURE THIS FUCKING THING OUT.
I'M REALLY SORRY, GUYS.
YOU LET ME DOWN, JACOB.
NICE FUCK UP, JACOB.
COME ON RICKY, FASTER.
- PLEASE JULIAN. YOU CAN'T LEAVE US HERE.
I LOVE YOU JULIAN!
- JUST KEEP GOING THE FUCK DOWNSTREAM.
IT'S THE FASTEST WAY OUT OF HERE RICK.
IT'S PRETTY HARD WHEN YOU'RE A
FUCKING TWO OR ONE A MILE AN HOUR SHIT WHEELER, JULIAN.
- AHOY SHITLINER. SHITLINER'S FINALLY COME TO PORT BOYS
AND GUESS WHO'S HERE TO TIE HER UP!
- WHAT THE FUCK, LAHEY? DON'T YOU EVER GIVE UP?
FUCK OFF!
- I FEEL JUST AWFUL, RANDY, ABOUT SHOOTING JULIAN,
BUT WE GOTTA FIND THAT SWAYZE EXPRESS
AND GET THE FUCKING $50,000 REWARD MONEY.
MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT, RANDY,
I'D LIKE TO GO OUT IN A BLAZE OF GLORY AND MAKE AN ARREST
AND THEN PEOPLE WILL KNOW, JIM LAHEY WAS A GOOD COP.
WATCH THESE ROCKS HERE.
WATCH THAT TREE.
OKAY, I THINK THAT THEY'RE OUT HERE.
- WAH HOO! TODAY'S GETAWAY HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE
LETTER "F" FOR "FUCKED IN THE HEAD"
WHICH YOU ARE, RICKY!
- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS THING?
- WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? AMERINICANS!
- HEY FREEZE! SHUT THAT DAMN THING OFF.
THIS IS SPECIAL AGENT RYAN CHALKNECK, FBI.
WHICH ONE OF YOU GUYS IS CONKY?
THAT WOULD BE ME.
I GUESS YOU GOT MY PHONE MESSAGES.
PHONE MESSAGES?
- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, CONKY?
- I THINK YOU SHOULD CROSS OVER NOW
BEFORE THINGS GET OUT OF HAND.
YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST.
- FUCKING SOLD US OUT DIDN'T YOU!
- RICKY, CALM DOWN, WE GOTTA FIGURE THIS OUT.
FUCKING ASSHOLE.
- CALM DOWN. WE GOTTA GET OFF THIS.
- OKAY, LET ME SEE THE HANDS GUYS.
LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS.
- FUCK OFF OVER THERE. THIS IS MY ARREST.
- YOU FUCK OFF, THIS IS SPECIAL AGENT RYAN CHALKNECK, FBI.
FUCK YOU!
- BUBBLES, YOU GOTTA LOSE THE PUPPET AND PUT UP YOUR HANDS,
THEY NEED TO SEE BOTH OF THEM.
- I DON'T WANT CONKY TO GET SHOT.
FUCK, THERE THEY ARE.
- ALRIGHT GUYS, GET YOUR HANDS UP NOW WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM.
YOU THERE IN THE RED, LET ME SEE YOUR RIGHT HAND, SON.
LET ME SEE YOUR RIGHT HAND.
YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF SHOT.
- PUT UP YOUR FUCKING HAND. YOU SEE ALL THE GUNS HERE?
WE'RE GOING TO GET SHOT.
- WOULDN'T WANT ME TO MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES RICKY?
LIKE THIS. AH, AH.
[gunfire]
HOLD YOUR FIRE.
IT'S A PUPPET.
- LOCH NESS MONSTER BALLS, I'VE BEEN SHOT!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
YOU JUST SHOT THOSE GUYS?
- HELP ME JULIAN, I'M SHOT IN THE LEG.
JACOB, YOU OKAY?
PUT PRESSURE ON THE WOUND, YOU'LL BE OKAY, BUDDY.
I LOVE YOU BUD.
- YOU STOP FUCKING WORRYING ABOUT THIS FREAK
THAT'S PRETENDING HE'S YOU.
YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH CONKY MAN, OR WE'RE GOING TO DIE HERE.
- BUBBLES, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO WITH CONKY.
OKAY? SO SNAP OUT OF IT AND DO IT!
COME ON!
- YOU REMEMBER, I'M CALLING THE SHOTS HERE, BUBBLES.
GOOGLY-EYED BASTARD.
- WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME? YOU'RE GOING UNDER CONKY.
- THAT'S RIGHT BUBBLES, DROWNED HIM, DROWNED HIM.
- BUBBLES, WE'RE A TEAM LIKE ABBOTT...
DIRTY DIRTY DANCING...
JESUS FUCKIN...
I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
- HE'S GONE. HE'S GONE. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING BOYS?
WE SURRENDER. WE WILL NOT PUT UP A FIGHT.
WHO IN THE FUCK'S IN CHARGE HERE ANYWAY?
I'M IN CHARGE.
I'M IN CHARGE HERE!
- ACTUALLY, I'M IN FUCKING CHARGE. ME.
I'M THE ONE IN CHARGE HERE NOT YOU IDIOTS OR YOU IDIOTS, ME.
HERE'S THE DEAL. THAT'S THE U.S. WITH ALL THE FUCKING FANCY GUYS,
DEA, ATF, WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS, AND FBI.
THIS IS CANADA WITH DRUNKY THE CLOWN
AND HIS LITTLE GUT FRIEND
AND TWO ALIEN TREVORS AND FUCKING JACOB THE TWIG ALIEN
AND THE FOREST PRICKS.
- THEY DON'T PICK A SIDE TO GO TO, WE CAN'T MAKE AN ARREST.
- ALRIGHT, THIS IS THE MIDDLE OF THE RIVER, BORDERLAND.
SO BASICALLY WE CAN PICK WHO BUSTS US.
- MAKE UP YOUR MINDS. COME ON, WE'LL GO EASY ON YOU OVER HERE.
- WE'LL GO EASY ON YOU OVER HERE TOO RICK. NO BIG DEAL.
BUD, BRING THE BOAT BACK OVER TO CANADA, BUD.
I DON'T TRUST YOU.
YOU'RE WASTED OUT OF YOUR GOD-DAMNED MIND.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO CHARGE US WITH?
- NO BIG NOTHIN' RICK, JUST INTERNATIONALLY DRUG SMUGGLER.
GOTTA HAVE THAT RICK. I'LL DROP ALL THE OTHER CHARGES.
- THERE'S NO DRUGS AND NO TOBACCO. IT'S GONE, IT'S OVER.
YOU MISSED IT. YOU'RE STUPID. SO GO THE FUCK HOME.
- GO HOME?! I'VE GOT TWENTY MEN IN BACK UP, I'M ON OVERTIME,
I'VE SPENT MY BUDGET FOR THE YEAR. HELICOPTERS.
I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FOREST FIRE.
I'M GOING HOME, BUT SOMEONE'S GOING WITH ME.
SOMEONE'S GOTTA GO TO JAIL.
JESUS CHRIST.
WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO CHARGE US WITH?
- I'M ONLY GOING TO CHARGE YOU WITH
STEALING THE SWAYZE EXPRESS.
- HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU GET FOR STEALING
THE FUCKING WHATEVER THAT IS?
ABOUT FIVE, SIX MONTHS, TOPS.
- LISTEN, IF THERE'S NO INTERNATIONAL DRUG BUST CHARGES,
I NEED THE TRAZIE'S EXPRESS BUS, THAT WAY RANDY AND ME
GET TO SPLIT FIFTY GRAND AND WE GET TO MEET PATRICK SWAYZE.
CAUSE WE'RE BIG FANS OF HIS RICKY.
- HOW FUCKING DRUNK ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?
SIX OUT OF TEN.
- OH FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE US FOR JAIL TIME LAHEY?
TWO, THREE MONTHS, MAX.
- WHAT ABOUT THE FOREST FUCK DUMMIES,
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT FOR US?
ENDANGERING PROTECTED BEAVERS,
AND WE AIN'T WILLING TO BARGAIN ON THAT.
- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GET FOR COCKING OVER BEAVERS?
YOU GO TO JAIL FOR THAT?
- FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS OR THIRTY DAYS IN JAIL.
FOR STEALING MY ARGO, YOU GET IT BACK OVER HERE,
WE'LL TALK ABOUT NOT CHARGING YOU FOR THAT.
- WELL, WE DIDN'T STEAL IT, WE JUST FUCKING BORROWED IT.
BUT ALRIGHT, THAT'S NOT TOO BAD. JUST A SECOND.
OKAY, WE'RE GOING TO TALK THIS OUT AND FIGURE IT OUT.
YOU GUYS CAN GO FOR A PISS OR
JUST HAVE A COUPLE OF DRINKS IN THAT SITUATION, WHATEVER.
NUMBER ONE, I CAN'T BELIEVE SOMEONE'S GOING TO JAIL
FOR FUCKING BEAVERS, BUT I MAY AS WELL TAKE THAT.
DAD'S IN JAIL IN THE U.S. ANYWAY, I CAN SEE HIM.
GIVE ME THE VIDEO TAPE.
I CAN'T GO TO JAIL EVERYWHERE.
ALRIGHT, WE GOT THIS WORKED OUT.
WE GOT A VIDEO TAPE RIGHT HERE
OF WHO STOLE THE SWAYZE EXPRESS.
ALL THREE OF THEM ARE OVER THERE.
TWO OF THEM ARE LITTLE FUCK GOOFS,
ONE OF THEM'S A LITTLE ALIEN TWIGGY.
WE'RE GOING TO LEAVE HIM OVER THERE,
BUT WE'LL BRING THE FUCK GOOFS TO YOU GUYS SO YOU CAN TAKE
SOMEBODY HOME WITH YOU, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED.
I'LL GO WITH THE FOREST FUCKIES
AND FUCKING DEAL WITH THIS BEAVER SHIT.
ARE WE COOL HERE?
ALRIGHT, COME ON YOU GUYS.
BUT I WANT SOME FOOD,
AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE I CAN GET SOME DOPE IN THAT JAIL,
AND I WANT TO GET DRUNK TODAY.
- WELL, THERE'S BEEN ENOUGH TALK.
LET'S SEE SOME ACTION, COME ON.
FUCK, I HATE THIS THING.
[funky music]
- THIS IS ONE OF THE NICEST FUCKING JAILS
WE'VE EVER BEEN IN.
- PEOPLE HERE ARE REALLY FRIENDLY.
- OH, THE FOOD IS FUCKING FANTASTIC.
- ME AND RICK HAVE BEEN WORKING ON
SOME MUTUAL GOALS TOGETHER, RIGHT BUD?
- THAT'S RIGHT. WE GOT OUR GEDs GOING.
CAUSE THE BOOK LEARNING TESTS ARE WAY EASIER DOWN HERE
THAN THEY ARE IN CANADA. I GOT MY FUCKING GRADE 11.
I GOT MY FUCKING GRADE 9.
- I'M GOING TO BE SAD TO LEAVE THIS PLACE,
BUT CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK TO SUNNYVALE.
WE GOT A LOT OF MONEY WAITING FOR US BACK THERE.
- NO SHIT. WHAT'S FOR SUPPER TONIGHT, BUD?
- UH, FUCKING LOBSTER BISQUE, KING CRAB LEGS, SCALLOPS
AND STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE FOR DESSERT.
OH FUCK, RIGHT ON!
- DESPITE ALL THE BULLSHIT AND PROBLEMS I WENT THROUGH LATELY,
THE DEAL ACTUALLY WORKED.
SHITTY BILL GOT BACK TO THE PARK WITH
ALL THE CIGARETTES AND I MADE $480,000.
I'M RETIRED NOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
I ACTUALLY MADE SOMETHING OF MYSELF.
- I REALIZE NOW RANDY AND MYSELF DON'T NEED TO GO TO MEXICO.
THIS IS OUR MEXICO.
I RESIGNED FROM THE FORCE. IT WAS TOO MUCH.
I WAS MEANT TO BE A DRUNK TRAILER PARK SUPERVISOR.
IT'S WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO.
- I NEVER SAW IT COMING. JACOB AND I TOTALLY FELL IN LOVE.
I THINK HE'S THE BEST LOOKING GUY I'VE EVER SEEN.
I DON'T REALLY LIKE THE WHOLE JULIAN THING, BUT YOU KNOW,
I'M SLOWLY WORKING ON IT.
WE'D HAVE TO MOVE INTO HIS DAD'S RV FOR A WHILE
BUT I'M CONSIDERING LIVING WITH HIM AND PHIL COLLINS
UNTIL WE CAN AFFORD OUR OWN PLACE.
- WHEN ME AND T GOT OUT OF THE JOINT,
IT WAS A BIT WEIRD YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING,
WITH RANDY AND LAHEY FOR A WHILE, YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING.
BUT NOW WE AIGHT WITH THEM.
AND ME AND T REALIZE IT'S TIME TO GROW UP
AND GET SOME FAMILY SHIT GOING.
FAMILY LIFE'S KIND OF TIGHT. SAYIN'?
I MIGHT EVEN GET BACK INTO THE RAP GAME ONE OF THESE DAYS.
- FATHERHOOD HAS CHANGED ME BIG TIME.
IT'S HELPED ME FIGURE OUT A FEW THINGS.
BECOME MORE RESPONSIBLE.
I KNOW WHAT I WANT IN LIFE NOW. ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO
IS GET HIGH AND MOW LAWNS IN THE TRAILER PARK. AND THAT'S OKAY.
- I THINK HAVING THIS BABY WITH BO-BANDY WILL,
IN A WEIRD WAY, GIVE RICKY SORT OF A SECOND CHANCE AT PARENTING
AND SORT OF GETTING HIMSELF TOGETHER,
AND IF BAN'S COOL WITH IT, AND RICK'S COOL WITH IT,
IT'S GOING TO BE REALLY COOL, I THINK.
- YEAH, I THINK THINGS WORKED OUT FOR THE BEST REALLY.
I MISS THE ROAD,
BUT I JUST DON'T THINK THAT THIS WAS THE RIGHT TIME
THAT I WAS ON IT SO, NO I'VE GOT A NEW GRANDSON NOW,
AND UH, WELL IT'S RANDY'S BUT IT'S MINE REALLY.
NO, I'M JUST BASICALLY DRINKING AND HAVING A GOOD TIME.
THAT'S THE WAY SHE GOES. FUCKING WAY SHE GOES.
- I'VE BEEN FEELING LIKE A MILLION BUCKS LATELY.
I DECIDED TO GO SEE AND THERAPIST
AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
TO GET THAT STRESSED OUT HANGING AROUND PEOPLE LIKE
RICKY AND JULIAN AND RANDY, CRAZY MR. LAHEY.
CONKY WAS JUST SOME SORT OF DEFENSE MECHANISM
THAT MY BRAIN CREATED
SO THAT I WOULDN'T GO RIGHT OFF THE DEEP END.
SO IN A WAY, CONKY PRETTY MUCH SAVED MY LIFE.
SO THESE DAYS I'M JUST ROCKING WITH THE BOYS
AND ROCKING WITH MY KITTIES.
- WELL, ME AND THE OLD MAN GOT OUT OF JAIL THIS TIME
AND THINGS WERE QUITE A BIT DIFFERENT.
IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I GOT OUT OF JAIL
WHERE I WAS FUCKING RICH YOU KNOW.
IT WAS GOOD TO HAVE A BIT OF MONEY
AND I FINALLY GOT MY FAMILY BACK,
LUCY, TRIN, AND THE NEW BABY WHICH IS KIND OF RANDY'S
BY BIRTHING AND STUFF BUT IT'S PRETTY MUCH MY BABY I THINK
AND YOU KNOW, NOW I'VE GOT THE MONEY TO SUPPORTING IT
AND EVEN THOUGH IT'S HIS BY BIRTHING,
I CAN BE JUST AS GOOD OF A DAD
TO IT AS IF IT WAS MY OWN BY IT.
AND AFTER ALL THAT JAIL AND CRAZY SHIT
THAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH OVER THE YEARS, I FINALLY GOT MY BRAIN
TO BE LEARNT THAT ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS I GUESS
IS YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY.
THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME NOW.
YEAH, LIKE A SAUSAGE?
- CAN I GET YOU SOMETHING OFF THE GRILL?
- YEAH, A BURGER WITH FOUR PATTIES WOULD BE GOOD.
BOTTLE KIDS.
DON'T WORRY IT'LL BE OVER IN A SECOND
[screaming and smashing]
WHAT IN THE FUCK!
- SO RANDY, LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT,
YOU WANT FOUR PATTIES AND ONE BUN?
I'LL GET YOU TWO DOUBLES AND MAKE IT YOUR SELF.
DRINKS ON THE HOUSE EVERYBODY.
- GOOD JOB ON THE BURGERS THERE, PHIL.
- POUR YOURSELF A DRINK, PHILADELPHIA.
[all talking]
[soft piano music]