Trailer Park Boys: Countdown To Liquor Day Page #8

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that he's talking to?

Don't I know that guy?

He does look familiar.

My Christ... He's going with him.

My f***! Check it out, boys!

That f***ing car

is f***ing awesome!

F***ing mint.

Posi-traction, nitrous...

F***ing original paint.

You better believe it, big boy!

Ricky, come here.

Those are man-whores.

Greasy man-whores.

Bubs, who gives a f***?

A f***ing El Camino!

You gotta pop the hood.

I gotta see your f***ing engine.

All right. I'm gonna get some drinks.

You guys like to party?

F***ing party!

All right, here we...

It's time to go home.

You like to f***ing party?

I love to party...

F***ing clean!

Okay, boys. You got the wrong idea.

Ricky, we're going home.

What a bunch of party poopers.

You're f***ing wasted, buddy.

What the f***?

What are you doing,

coming down here

with only 15 f***ing dollars!

Police.

Stay where you are. Nobody move.

Police!

Run, everybody, run!

We're f***ed!

Dad, we're not f***ed.

We are f***ed! You sons of b*tches!

Come on. We might need him.

F***!

Officer, we can take him home

from here, okay?

He's a really good friend of ours.

We've been looking for him all night,

trying to get him off the street.

He doesn't need jail,

he just needs his friends right now.

I need my buddies.

What do you think. Keith?

He's good people.

F***ing right!

All right.

All right. You can take him home.

All right, thanks, officer.

You got some good friends here, buddy.

We're taking you home, buddy.

Come on.

F*** off.

F*** off.

Take it easy.

F***, Randy!

Just get him home.

D*cks!

That your f***ing bag, Randy?

F*** off!

F***...

Use your legs, bud.

What the f*** are you doin'?

We're going home, Randy.

F***ing... You know what?

Just f***ing pick me up here

tomorrow, boys.

Ricky!

I gotta...

I gotta piss, guys.

Randy, don't...

Get up.

Give me my arm back.

I'm tired, and I wanna go back home...

F***!

and get some drinks.

Julian, he's pissing all over the...

Randy... place.

Randy.

Randy. Come on, wake up.

Ricky, get up.

Would you mind if I stayed with you

for a little while? I got nowhere to go.

Yeah, you can stay on my deck, Randy.

Thanks, Julian.

It will be our secret.

Randy...

Jim?

What went on last night, man?

Don't think it's any of your business.

You think I'm stupid?

You can't expect to waltz back in here

after a night of man-whoring,

and fall back into my arms?

You can't do that to me, Randy.

You can't!

I'm not! I'm just here

to get a couple of things.

My fryer, my onions...

I thought you should know.

I'm livin' with Julian.

What did you say?

I'm living with Julian.

We're dating.

How often you working out anyway?

Just keep shoveling, okay?

Won't have to go to

the gym today, though.

I really hate to interrupt this!

We're filling the sewer,

and you should be helping us.

We need to talk.

Yeah. I gotta talk to you too, man.

Check it out.

An exact duplicate, man.

Precise in every detail.

This is a f***ing work of art, man.

Well, you did a great job.

but it doesn't mean f*** all to me.

'Cause I'm not doin' it.

Why?

Grade f***ing 12 came today

in the mail.

Randy... take the van,

hide it in the dump before

Lahey starts snooping around.

Sure thing.

You gotta think about this, man.

Well, I've thought about it, you know?

It's time for me and my family.

Not for this.

Well, basically, after today.

I mean, I'm gonna get my grade 12.

I wanna share that with my family,

and... just start being a good person.

Not doing jobs anymore with Julian.

Not doing a bank robbery

for goddamn sure, it's stupid.

Once you have a grade 12,

you don't need to rob banks.

Why would you?

You can do anything.

I hope someday,

I can work with Julian again.

But right now,

my kitties are on the line,

and I can't take any more chances

with that,

till he gets his sh*t back together.

Hey, Bubbles!

What are you doing here?

I came to accept that job offer.

Fantastic news.

The best news of the day.

Snap of liquor?

Is that all hard liquor?

It's all liquor. It's all hard.

My f***...

Glad you came to your senses, Bub.

Listen, Mr. Lahey.

This is only if I can get

the first 6 months

of my pay in advance. I'm sorry, but...

those are my conditions.

You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles.

This is just between me and you:

Julian's gonna take the new trailer

'cause he has no choice.

Look, do we have a deal or not?

I need something in writing.

Absolutely, Bubs.

You're gonna have your paperwork

in a minute, but...

first, if you don't mind,

I would appreciate if you would

take care of these for me, please.

What?

I thought I was the garden manager!

Bubbles!

Garden managers don't f***ing wash

old dirty pairs of underwear.

You have many different varieties

of jobs, Bubbles.

Do you want it or not?

Yes.

Hey, Bubs! Hey, bud.

Got your contract.

There's a...

few extra-curricular activities

I need you to take care of here.

There you go.

So, I want you to take the gator over.

You okay to drive the gator?

Yes.

Good.

I need you to go over

and get the wheelbarrow,

come back,

and gravel around here, okay?

Mr. Lahey. I don't understand

anything you're saying.

I said, get the wheelbarrow,

and bring...

Good work, Bubs.

Okay, are you all right?

A man can only take so much abuse.

I've been playin' Mr. Nice Guy

for too long.

If Julian wants a f***ing pissing match,

I'm your man.

You want a shot of Sweet Jack?

That's a goddamn dirty drink.

You guys wanna see something?

I'm asking you.

Do you wanna see me

do something really f***ed up?

Drink, Rand?

Sure.

Attention!

Attention!

This is an emergency evacuation

of all trailers in this area.

I repeat:
evacuate immediately.

Get out, everybody!

Get the f*** out!

Evacuate all trailers immediately!

There's a construction accident

about to occur. This is an emergency.

What the hell is he doin'?

He flipped, Julian!

...all trailers in this area.

We gotta get the f*** out of here.

I repeat! Evacuate, emergency!

A potential construction accident

is about to occur.

Let's get the f*** out of here!

Get out of the f***ing trailers! Now!

No!

Julian!

You guys were

in a f***ing incredible accident.

Julian, don't look so concerned, bud!

I got a cheque for 1,400 bucks from

construction insurance comin' your way.

Guess what, Randy? I'm gonna

be able to build the f***ing sewer.

Best news yet:

you guys get your own place.

Just up the street from me.

Win-win situation, boys.

You finally lost it, Jim.

Randy...

You think you won, don't you?

Well, guess what:

my trailer's insured for $28,000...

which means I'm gonna rebuild it

right there, on that site.

What's left to say, guys?

You guys are made for each other.

who don't have anything to do

with Jim Lahey,

'cause he likes to have a little drink

once in a while.

You're a crazy f***ing drunk.

Yeah? The only difference

between me and you, Julian,

is a couple of drinks.

I got the letter from the grade 12,

people!

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