Trailer Park Boys: Say Goodnight to the Bad Guys

- I'm supposed to be rich right now. Do l look rich?

The car is fucked, and we eat shitty food.

l don't understand.

We did this big job, like, almost a year ago.

Well, it's a year ago tomorrow actually,

and then Julian, the big Almighty,

decides he's gonna hide the money for a year.

- You know, l know what I'm doing.

l've watched movies like Casino or Goodfellas,

you know, a bunch of Robert De Niro films, Heat.

You know, they do a big job,

and then they sit on the money for a little while.

And that's the key, because you start flashing money around

right out of the gate,

you're gonna go back to jail.

- Fuck Joey De Mirno and all those movie dicks! I'm broke!

It hasn't been easy for me.

Every day l gotta hide that money in a different spot.

Lahey's watching me. l'm trying not to get caught.

- Me and my Dad were living in the car together for a while.

He was sleeping up here. l was back there.

And then itjust got "fucky".

We were drinking way too much

and partying way too much,

and we got in a bit of a fight.

He punched me in the face.

And I felt bad, but I had to kick him out, so...

l guess l never thought that he'd move back to the dump

and start bootlegging again.

- Hey, Buddy. - Hi, Dad. How are ya?

- Not bad. How are you doing?

Good.

- Yeah, l think Rick's a little ashamed of me.

You know, the old man, living back in the dump.

l guess if l were perfectly honest with myself,

it's not where l expected to be myself

at this time in my life.

Well, there's a couple of positive things.

I'm making liquor.

Some people say that's bootlegging.

They don't like it, but they all drink it.

Well, because of Julian,

me and Bubbles had no choice

and we had to start working for the old man,

bottling liquor down at the dump,

which wouldn't be too bad, except for the fucking seagulls.

l mean, l love all creatures like gophers and "deerts",

and those things that fly and everything else,

But fuck seagulls.

I got no time for those cocksuckers.

- Three o'clock! Right there! Right there! Look up!

- We just mind our own business down here at the dump.

Nobody comes down here fucking with anybody.

l'm just a bottling-liquor man. That's myjob.

Paid by the hour, no bullshit,

bottling Ray's Good Liquor.

lt's a dirty, sassy liquor.

Oh! So sassy!

Yeah, I love cars.

I'm a-- I'm a bit of a car guy, so...

Maybe I shouldn't have bought the DeLorean,

Yeah, it's a nice car.

lt might be a little too flashy,

but, you know, a nice car means respect.

Hey, how's it going? - Hey, buddy.

- You boys ready to get your fuckin' eat on?

Buddy...

Look at these guys.

Dig into these boys.

Dear, God. Uh, thank you for these lobsters,

and for this dump.

Uh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

Thank you for this dump, my home.

Um, amen. That's it. Say "amen", Rick.

- I said it. - No, you didn't. Say "amen".

lt's not an official prayer till you say it.

I said it.

- I didn't hear it. l gotta hear it.

- I whispered it. - I didn't hear.

- Fucking amen! - All right.

- I want to make a toast to you guys.

l know it's been a tough year for all of us,

especially you, Ray.

But we stuck to our plan

and tomorrow's gonna be a special day.

Life is gonna change as of tomorrow.

Cheers.

Cheers, boys.

- (Man on TV): He says the weather office didn't say

we were gonna have a heat wave.

I said: "Hello! It's summertime."

- (Lahey on walkie-talkie): It'sjust a matter of time.

Keep your eyes open and call me if anything moves.

- And the heat wave is thickest right here at 38ºC.

No relief in sight until the weekend.

Saturday night, heavy rain...

- (Randy on walkie-talkie): There's a vehicle

approaching, sir.

- Copy, Randy. l'll be over in a minute.

- There's a vehicle approaching, sir.

- Randy, l heard you, bud. l'll be over in a minute, bud.

- Come in, Mr. Lahey. Come in.

- Randy, l copy. l'll be over in a sec, bud.

l'm busy right now.

Can l wear your cowboy boots, bud?

- (Randy): What do you see?

(Lahey): 10-80!

What's a 10-80?

Shut the fuck up!

We did it, bud. l know where it is.

Randy, I knew that it had fucking something

to do with that car.

Shhh!

- Geez! The grease on you, man!

We split it 50-50.

You have to pay it out of your share.

All right, it's in the front trunk of the DeLorean.

: He's with a--

He's with a lady right now, so do it.

My pleasure.

Look, keep your gun at home. You won't need it.

Right. Dumb as shit.

- Get off! - Just one drink!

Get out!

Fuck!

Be quiet.

Sam, be quiet. Shhh!

Shit!

Sam?

- Back in the shed, Bubbles!

Hey!

Sam? Get off my property.

- Hey, Julian. Sorry to wake you, man.

l just-- Don't fucking move!

l said don't move!

- Sam brought a gun! l'm gonna call the cops.

Abort! Abort!

- Ricky? Sam's here trying to steal Julian's car.

Get over here. They're firing shots.

- (Julian): Fuck you! You're gonna get shot!

Sam!

I'm not playing games, Sam!

- My dad's got a gun at the dump.

What the fuck is this? A pellet gun?

- It's all I got, Ricky. But it'll fool Sam, I think.

- Why the fuck does Sam want Julian's DeLorean?

- I don't know. lt's shiny. He's a caveman. Who knows?

- What the fuck is that smell that l smell?

(Whispering): It's Sam!

- What the fuck is going on in there? Are you OK?

(Julian): Aw, fuck!

Cover me. My gun's jammed!

Sam, you're about to get

your empty fucking cave-head full of bullets!

- With a pellet gun, Ricky?

Put the fucking thing down! Right now!

It's Bubbles' pellet gun, Sam. It's all l got.

- Fine! Put it down. And bring me that sandwich.

- I'm not giving you my fucking sandwich!

Get back!

Ricky! Bubbles!

Don't let this fuck-head take my car!

Oh, my fucking stick!

Barb, what the fuck happened to you?

Why are you guys doing this?

- (Sam): Run, Barbie, run!

Don't--don't shoot!

- Boys, don't let him take the car!

He can't take the car!

Fuck! Ricky, go get your car!

l'm driving.

Goodbye, Julian!

- I'm sorry, Suzy. l'll call you tomorrow!

Why they wanna steal your car?

- Randy, we're gonna follow them, bud.

l'll start the cruiser.

Get me a bottle of champagne and one pack of Colts.

Fuck!

- (Randy): Do I have time to roll a small joint, Mr. Lahey?

- Boys, l fucking forgot to tell you something.

l was hiding the money in the DeLorean!

What? All of it?

All of it.

- How can you be so stupid with our money?

- How could you think that was a good place to hide it?

- Listen, this is not my fucking fault.

- It is your fucking fault! You fucked up this time, not me!

Now l gotta cancel my new fucking new rims? No.

No, he's going left, you go right.

We'll cut him off at the next intersection.

This is a big fuck-up. Huge!

Where are they?

- They'll be coming from down there,

towards the left.

Where the fuck are they?