[crows cawing]
["Reveille" bugle call]
What the fuck is that?
I think it's a bugle trumpet, Ricky.
Will you shut the fuck up? Shut the fuck up!
[feedback screech] Good morning, Sunnyvale!
Breakfast will be served at 0700 hours sharp.
Thank you.
And have a safe and alcohol-free day.
I'm kind of glad you woke me up with your bugle "trunket"
'cause I've got a 15-drink piss
I'm about to flush out of my fucking body.
[chuckling] Ah, you can keep me out of the park
but you can't keep my cock out.
Is that right?
[electric buzz] [screaming]
[wailing]
[electric buzz stops]
- [dogs barking] - Jesus fucking Christ! Ugh!
Real men don't try to electrocute other men's cocks
when they're trying to piss, you mushroom-titted whore...
Oh, my fuck, that hurts!
Fu-u-uck!
[sigh] Trin, don't look. Dad's cock got melted.
[dogs barking]
[theme music plays]
[panting in other room]
[groan]
[Randy] It's in as far as it can go.
It feels great. [grunt]
I can go about another inch.
Ahh! Mmm...
Barb.
Why is it a hundred and fucking fifty degrees in here?
Oh, I know. Isn't it nice, Julian?
Come and do some hot yoga with us.
[grunt]
Sweat's good for the body, Julian.
It makes you super-bendy.
You look super-fucked, Randy.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
[sighing]
[Julian] What is wrong with you people?
[Randy groans]
[Ricky] How bad is it underneath?
It's pretty fried.
Maybe if we just do it really quick
it won't hurt that bad?
It's got grill marks on it.
Listen, we've got to try this.
It's been so long. I need it.
Okay, I... All right. Sure, I'll...
[Bubbles] Hey, breakfast anyone?
Bubbles, can you give us a minute here?
Actually, no. Breakfast sounds great. I'm starving.
Sorry, Ricky.
Put your pants on. Look what I got.
Pancakes from scratch,
my own homemade maple syrup.
Look at that: bacon, fresh fruit,
cereal, Lucky Charms,
all separated out the way you like them, without the clovers.
- I fucking love you, Bubbs. - I'll take that.
[chuckle] [Trin giggling]
[Ricky] At least somebody's getting some shit going.
They better be careful.
I don't my gram-child's head having dents in it.
[Bubbles] Ricky!
[Leslie] Morning, folks.
How'd you sleep, Richard?
Ricky...
I'll punch him in the fucking face, right now!
Ricky! Think about your grandchild...
- Calm down. - Fuck them!
I can't wait to get enough money to get at my new job.
I'll sue the fucking asses off them!
- And their arms and their fucking legs! - Ricky...
Look, I'll deal with these fuckers.
Wait here.
Good morning, sir.
Don't fucking "Good morning, sir" me.
You not letting Ricky in the park, this is fucking bullshit.
He just wants to live in here in peace with his family.
Bubbles, Ricky doesn't know how to live in peace.
And I'll be damned if I'm going to let history repeat itself,
especially when things are running so perfectly.
Yeah, well, I wouldn't have signed
a long-term fucking lease for Sunnyvale Park
if I had known you weren't going to let him in.
- He's my family! - Bubbles...
Look, we have a good thing going here.
You're just going to have to trust me.
Trust you. Oh, yeah?
Maybe if I took the lease agreement
down to a lawyer and showed it to him.
Maybe I should do that
to see if I should trust you.
Get a lawyer involved.
You're going to go to a lawyer, are you, Bubbs?
Jeez, I...
I don't think they have a "don't pay a cent" event
down at the law offices, do they?
Ha ha ha! Very funny.
It's fucking bullshit anyway. It's bullshit.
It's not fair and you know it.
[Leslie] Fair?
Do you want to talk about fair?
You try humping a crate of scotch
and two wounded soldiers
on your shoulders for 31 days
up the Central Highlands of South Vietnam
during the battle of La Drang Valley in 1965.
And then...
have those two soldiers die on your head.
Was that fair?
Life is not fair, soldier!
Jesus Murphy.
- Hey, Julian? - Bubbs.
How was your sleep?
I didn't sleep.
- [sighing] - Look, come here.
- What? - Come here.
I've got something for you.
Just keep it on the low, see?
I can't believe you can fucking live here like this.
What do you mean?
I can't believe you spent all my goddamn money
without talking to me first!
- I didn't spend all your money. - Oh, really?
Look, just calm down.
[In low voice] I've got a drink for you.
- You got a drink for me? - I've got some rum.
- Look, get it out! - Just wait.
What do you mean, just wait?
Five, four, three,
two, one...
How the fuck did you do that?
He's like fucking clockwork.
He's ex-SAS Special Ops.
He's trained to sleep with his eyes open
in case he has to fucking kill somebody.
He's nuts.
This is actually pretty good.
I mean, it's kind of like camping, but it's your home.
Why don't we stay here for a few weeks,
turn it into a family vacation?
I think it would be good for all of us.
Rick, if you think
that I'm going to spend the next three weeks
going to the bathroom and having bird-baths at Tim Hortons,
you've got another thing coming. It's not happening.
Look who it fucking is.
What the fuck do you want, George?
You here to sucker-punch me again,
you fucking pussy?
Ricky...
I was out of line.
Oh, you're here to apologize, are you?
Well, that's good. But I'm not falling for that bullshit again.
Ricky, I'm not here to apologize.
I'm here as an officer of the law
to tell you that you can't stay here.
This is private property.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Listen, Ricky, this is not a stable environment
for a young lady about to have a baby.
Trin, why don't you and your mother
come and stay at my place
- just until you have the baby, at least. - Fuck you, George.
I'll have a stable environment for my family by the end of the day.
Let's go. Everybody in the car.
You find your own fucking family.
[muttering] Fucking sucker-punch throwing, dick-licking,
stupidest dummy on planet fucking Dumb-Dumb!
Jesus.
Fucking dick!
[engine struggling]
Come on, don't fuck me around again today!
[ignition failure]
[sigh]
- [engine revs] - Yeah!
[George] I thought you might need a tow, Rick.
[Ricky] Yeah? Well, I thought you might need a "fuck off"!
I can't believe my trailer's been taken over
by sweaty old people, Bubbs!
Julian, I was trying to be like you.
I was trying to make a nice...
Oh, you were trying... Guess what? You fucked up!
This isn't me, Bubbs!
Oh, Julian, there's lots of space in my place here,
you can live with me.
That would be perfect.
Bubbs, you don't understand.
I can't fucking live here like this.
What do you mean? You can't live in the park at all?
Bubbs!
How the fuck did you let all this happen? Huh?
- This place is fucked! - How is it my fault?
[whimpers]
- All right. All... - [whimpers]
Listen. I know you didn't mean to screw up.
Okay? I'm sorry.
Maybe I can stay over at Ricky's place
until I can figure this out.
Yeah, you could live right there.
That would be okay.
All right, I've got work to do.
Do you want to come with me?
Yes, I'd like to do that
but will you be back by lunch?
It's Mushroom Melt Monday. It's a big day.
We'll be back in a couple hours.
Hey, Julian.
The damn fan-belt snapped!
We tried pantyhose, know what I mean,
but that didn't wizzork neither.
Party Bus will be back bouncing
but it won't be till the end of the day, dawg.
All right, we'll take my car.
We'll have to make a few runs.
Here. You coming?
- Yes. - Bird-snap!
Oh-h-h... Jesus!
Right in the bird.
[horn honks]
[engine stops]
- Hey, Julian. - Hey, Jimmy.
- Boys. - [J-Roc] Hey, what up, Hogan's Heroes?
Julian, word around the park is that...
you're not happy with the new Sunnyvale.
What are you talking about?
I think it's fucking amazing.
Can I have my glass back, please?
Of course.
Listen, Julian.
Barb and I have been talking.
We know there's no way
that you're going to be happy in the new park.
So we're willing to make an offer to buy you out.
It's tempting, but...
Jim, I'm... I'm not going anywhere.
I love the changes you guys made to this place.
I mean, plus, my share's probably doubled,
maybe even tripled because of you guys.
It'd be crazy to fucking sell them.
Huh.
Goddamn!
Look how fucking clean that is.
Wow.
[Bubbles] Yeah, she's some clean.
[J-Roc] Clean like your mamma's titties.
Thanks for all the hard work you're doing.
You guys are doing a great job.
[engine starts]
I can't believe he's changed.
Don't kid yourself, Jim.
This war's just getting started.
Couldn't you have found a cheaper place to store it than a motel?
Hey, it ain't a motel no mo', it's a sto-mo now.
Five-O don't even know, yo.
[Julian] What?
He means it's a storage motel.
The cops don't know about it, it's cheap.
How much Roc Vodka have we got left?
Hey, we couldn't keep Pizomegranate on the shelves, huh?
But Booberry we got lots of, know what I'm saying,
'cause it turned motherfuckers' tongues blue.
All right, cool. We'll be able to flip that this afternoon.
Welcome to the greasatorium, Julian.
[J-Roc indistinct]
[Bubbles] Gre-e-easy.
We're in 27, yo.
[indistinct] Yo.
How greasy is this place, Julian?
[Julian] A fucking shithole.
[Bubbles] Grease Manor.
Hey, motherfucker, you owe me money!
[Julian] Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. It's me.
Put down the goddamn slingshot, man.
Hey, Jules, my brother!
- What's happening? - What's up, man?
Fuck, you look good, bro!
- Thanks. - Nice ride.
Now, look. I know I owe you some storage money
but do you think I can just grab my shit and I'll get you back?
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Come on, man, are you fucking?
I can never tell when you're fucking with me.
Tom, I can flip this shit this afternoon,
I'll pay you the whole thing by the end of the day.
Oh, man, I'd love to help you boys out,
but you know, it's just this...
- Come on, I'm running a business. - I know.
Hey, look. I know, but look.
I'm going through some hard times right now.
Fuck, Jules, everybody's going through hard time.
That's why they leave their shit with me.
Now come on, this is a business.
- You understand that? - I understand,
but it's me. Look, have I ever fucked you over?
- No. - No, I haven't.
Just give me the keys to your car for collateral. That's all.
How the fuck are we supposed to sell liquor
without a ride, Cousin Larry?
Those work great.
I'm not going to sell booze
out of fucking ice cream bikes, Tommy? Come on!
Julian, just hang on.
That could fucking work. That could work.
We could sell it at the park that way.
Yeah, it's going to work out great, man.
I'll give you enough product to flip.
You just pay me back at the end of the day.
- We're good. - All right.
That's the least I could do for a friend, pal.
- Thanks, Tommy. - Yeah...
Keys.
Key.
[Bubbles] Julian! Check it out!
- I'm Ice Cream Fonzy! - [bells jingling]
[laughing]
[Lucy] His name is George.
Well, I just can't believe you're taking that fuckhead's side!
I'll take a small white fonda.
That fuckhead who took care of us
while you were in jail? Yeah, I am!
Well, I'm going to take care of this family from now on. Okay?
I'm going to ask my new boss for a little fucking advance
and get a place for this family by tonight, I promise.
[man] Thanks for the hash.
You're just getting an ice cream for yourself
and not thinking about anybody else?
Lucy, I don't have any money. It's not for me.
It's a gesture with my new boss.
You know what, Ricky?
- George is right. - [scoffs]
[bells jingling]
Boys, wait up!
All right, here you go, man.
All right? Perfect, that will do.
I've got nothing left, sweetie.
Sorry, fellas,
I got no ice cream for you.
Then bust me a pint of liquor, bitch!
- Yeah. - Pint of liquor?
I don't think you're of legal drinking age, are you?
Are you legal getting knocked the fuck out age?
Ooh-hoo! Jesus Murphy, how old are you?
How old are your mamma's titties?
- Okay, that's just cold. - My God. Listen,
I don't sell alcohol to minors. I'm sorry.
- Then we out! - Googly-eyed bitch.
- Jesus Murphy! - How's it going, Bubbs?
How's it going? I only sold two bottles of liquor
and those two little fellas
just verbally bitch-slapped me.
Don't worry, y'all!
I called for back-up. Woo-ahhh!
- Br-r-rap, br-r-rap! - Yeah!
- Huh? - Br-r-rap!
- Yeah! Huh? - That's right!
- Huh? - Br-r-rap!
That's what's up, y'all.
Near the end of my police career,
I was drinking a pint of liquor for breakfast,
a quart for lunch
and a 40-ouncer for supper.
- [chuckling] - I was a mess.
I feel you, Jim.
I was the exact same.
God knows how many people I killed when I was wasted.
[approaching footsteps]
Mr. Lahey! I tried to explain to Colonel Dancer
that I cannot wear shirts on my body 'cause I get a rash...
- I got a rash! - Under the new regime,
it's imperative that all employees
wear the required uniform,
no exceptions.
Mr. Lahey, you own the park. Tell him I can't.
I said no exceptions, soldier!
I'm not a frigging soldier
and you're not in the army anymore!
[grunt]
Disobeying a direct order from a superior officer
is in violation of the rules!
Now, you will go and de-weed a flower garden
or you will fill in a pothole
and you will look out for graffiti vandals
and you will keep that goddamn vest on!
I can't believe you didn't stick up for me! Again!
You were saying, Jim?
Nice day.
[Barb] He's been sober for six months.
He sends me flowers every week.
He's done a miraculous job
with Sunnyvale Villas.
It doesn't mean you have to spread your legs for him.
Sarah, not in front of the customers.
They don't care. Do you?
Look, what do you even need a man for?
You've got us girls. We should stick together.
[sigh] I know I'm old-fashioned,
but I just think that a woman of my age
really, really ought to have a partner.
You're too young to be old-fashioned.
And you're too old to be attached at the hip
to some guy who's not even giving you what you need.
Am I right?
Like, have you even thought about what Barb needs?
Ooh, there's trouble! How are you?
Come on right this way.
Sarah, can I talk to you for a sec?
- Yeah, what's up? - Come. I need you for a sec.
It's about Gladys.
She wants me to do some extra stuff.
'Cause Donna's doing it, she wants me to do it.
I ain't feeling it.
Look, you're going to make us an extra 60 bucks, T.
And you're going to make her really happy.
Oh, don't be a pussy. You might even like it.
[rapping] My height may be low Yeah!
My bike may be slow Hoo!
But when I'm rockin' on the mic
We stand fucking toe to toe
'Cause I'm hard as fuck, bitch
I ain't no hamburger platter
I'm hard as fuck bitch
And if you don't know me it don't matter
'Cause I'm hard as fuck bitch
You know me, MC Flurry!
He's actually a'ight, know what I mean?
[siren blast]
- [short siren blasts] - Great. Fucking great!
[objects clattering]
Get the fuck back in the vehicle!
Fuck off! Just give me a second. This thing's melting.
Hi, you must be Sharon. I'm Ricky, the guy from jail
that sent you the letter over the world pipe
- down on the TVs with click-clackers. - E-mail?
Well, if it said Ricky on it, I guess it was me, right?
Anyway, I hope you like vanilla.
It's a little melty but tastes fucking great.
Jesus, what the hell do you think you're doing, Ricky?
Do you mind? I'm trying to talk to my boss.
You don't see me coming down to your job
batting cocks out of your mouth, do you?
Oh, that's real funny. That's a great set of wheels you got there.
Yeah. They're new German... technology... earthy tires.
You don't even have to pump them up.
Well, I've got a flatbed on the way.
I'm impounding this piece of shit.
It's not safe for the road.
You can't fucking do that! I need it for work, for deliveries.
It's the only chance I have to get a fucking home for my family.
Well, I was talking to George
and he said I could drop your family off at his place.
Oh, my fuck! This is just a fucking set-up, isn't it?
Well, you can tell George Green
that he can suck my fucking cock,
and you two dick-wipes can hold the fucking shaft while he's sucking.
- How about that? - The position's no longer available.
Yeah, who's sucking it now, Ricky?
Who's sucking these?
Well, this is fucking great!
Now I'm laid off and I can't get pokey,
so I've got no money to get a place for my family to fucking live.
You know whose fault it is? Butchy McBitch Tits, George fucking Green!
He sends his cocked ones here to fuck me!
[objects clattering]
Tony, what the fuck are you doing?
- That's a new bumper! - Blow me, Ricky.
I'll fucking blow you, stupid tow-dick!
That's just fucking awesome!
Lucy, please don't fucking leave me.
Let me sort this bullshit out.
Nothing with you is ever going to change.
I have changed, I promise you.
I'm never going to break the law again.
I don't want to be a homeless grandmother, Ricky.
Lucy, please.
We didn't get a chance to bang yet. I need to.
Step away from the car, Ricky. You're fucking lucky
I don't charge you with assaulting a police officer.
For what? Throwing flowers at two dicks? Fuck off!
Is there any way I can get my money for today?
What the fuck's your problem? I showed up.
Holy fuck.
Let's go, Jacob. Giddy-the-fuck-up!
[metal squeaking]
Man, I wish Cory was here.
Go get him, dumb-ass.
[bells jingling]
Oh, hell no, Julian, peep your whip, dawg!
- Fuck. Are you fucking kidding me? - Hell no!
[Julian] Tommy!
- What's going on? What happened? - Tommy!
Tom, what the fuck happened to my car?
Oh, fuck! Julian! Julian!
Hey, man, I was at the mall.
I got back, your fucking car was stripped, bro.
That's a shame.
- Tough neighborhood. - Is it?
You're the only one lives here, bitch over troubled water!
- Hey... - Explain that, bitch!
I'm going to pull your fucking head off!
- Julian! - Dandelion-style!
Then we'll see what's up.
Julian, man. Don't make me call the cops on you.
Oh, you're going to call the cops on me, you little fuck?
Well, you got a lawyer?
- My money or a lawyer. - You know what?
- Here's your fucking money, right? - Yeah, yeah!
- Give me the fucking keys! - You're short.
- What the fuck do you mean, I'm short? - You're short, man!
There's not enough there to cover the fucking late fees
on your storage unit, never mind your bike rentals.
Bike rentals? Are you fucking kidding me, Tommy?
I'm running a business, bro.
This isn't no favor factory.
But, hey, 'cause we're friends,
I'm going to take a couple bucks off your parking fee for today
but get out of here by tomorrow
'cause someone might want to park here. Okay?
- Julian! Julian! - Fucking kill you!
- You stay the fuck out! - Bring it on, you little fucking weasel!
- Get back! - Whoa, put that down!
Somebody's going to lose an eye!
You want your liquor? Pay me, bitch!
Yeah? I'm coming back, Tommy.
You're lucky I don't want to go to fucking jail,
you little slimy fuck!
- Can't wait to see you, handsome! - Yeah?
- Oh, you greasy son of a whore. - Fucker!
- Greasy bastard! - Oh, fuck you!
Thanks for helping me out, man.
Hey, dude, no problem.
You call any time, I'm there.
Almost there, boys.
This is where we're trunking down for the night.
- [reigns slapping] - Ow! Ow!
My sunburn, dude.
[goats bleating]
Sometimes when the old man got super banged up,
I couldn't take it.
So I'd run away for a few days
and come and chill out here.
Holy fuck, it hasn't changed a bit.
Look at this place! It's fucking perfect!
Where are we going to use the bathroom?
Where are we going to sleep?
[Ricky] Well, there's a hose out back
and if you and Jacob want the couch, you can have it
or we can all make beds out of hay
like the fucking Vike-nings used to do.
Dad, I think maybe I should go stay with Mom
just until the baby's here.
If you want to go stay with George, I'll understand.
I just thought maybe we could, you know,
kind of come here and live the way people used to.
Like... a hundred billion years ago
they didn't have fucking houses or cars or anything.
This is the way they did it. They fucking lived in barns.
How long would we be here for?
Just for tonight, I promise.
A week or two, tops.
- What do you think? - I don't.
We should probably listen to your dad.
What do you think?
I love you so much.
Thanks...
I think we've run a...
very successful campaign, Colonel.
The smell of victory is in the air.
[Leslie] Oh, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Jim.
- Do you want to know something funny? - Yeah?
Randy actually does get a rash if he wears a shirt.
[chuckling]
So?
Well, maybe we can cut him a little slack.
Everyone has to follow the rules, Jim.
No exceptions.
That's how wars are won.
Some people suffer. That man is weak
and a disgrace to his uniform.
To hell with that feller.
I appreciate you sticking up for me, Mr. Lahey.
I'm done taking orders from you, Colonel Sandals.
[sniffing]
What's that smell in the air now, Jim?
[steam hissing]
See, Trin, this isn't too bad, huh?
George thought I couldn't find you a stable environment,
fucking cock goggle-wearing shit-lasso! Fuck him!
You're going to be the best grandfather ever.
I love you.
Holy fuck, check it out.
Look at the cute little puppy.
That's not a puppy, Dad.
What is it, a horn-dog?
No, it's a goat.
I've heard of those fucking things. Willy goats.
Check it out, little buddy.
I've got something for you.
- Hey, Cory. - Huh?
Wake up, dude. It's getting late.
You should get back to the trailer park.
Well... it's dark. How am I supposed to find my way back?
Uh, you follow the fucking stars.
The stars don't move, dude.
No shit. That's why you fucking follow them.
Even he knows that.
All right.
Well, see you, Jacob.
Have fun with your family.
- See you whenever. - All right. Cool, man.
There you go, little fella. Check it out.
Here, why don't you just crawl in here?
You can sleep here for the night.
I'm going to name you Willy.
You're like a double unicorn.
[goat bleating]
[Ricky] What's that?
I can't understand you. What did you say? What?
Oh, you want a drink?
Do you want to smoke a joint?
I've got hash and weed. What do you want?
- [bleating sounds like "hash"] - What?
- [bleating sounds like "both"] - You want both? Okay.
Let's get fucked up!