11x05 - Flight of the Bumblecock

[bunniefuu]

Hey, morning, d*ck flowers.

About f*cking time.

What?

I can't believe I called you after the last bullshit you f*cking pulled on us.

Yeah, well, these things take time.

And that last thing was a total misunderstanding.

And because I'm a stand-up guy, this one's on me.

Minus, of course, some small fees, charges for...

things that are totally beyond my control.

Look, you guys are going to come out on top here once we sue the sagging, grey-haired bags off these bastards.

You're f*cking right, we're suing them.

This is f*cking ridiculous!

Fellas!

How'd you enjoy your stay?

You're a f*cking arsehole, George.

You know that?

You are an actual f*cking arsehole.

You had no right to keep us in there for a week.

You had nothing on us!

That's right.

and that's why we're having a class action lawsuit launched against this entire department, and that includes you, Officer Green.

That's Chief Green, d*ck breath.

And before you go around launching lawsuits, let me remind you of those old surveillance photos we have of you.

Remember that?

The tr*nny cr*ck whore doing lines off your d*ck?

It'd be a real shame if those things resurfaced and bit you in the ass, wouldn't it?

Okay, well, you guys are out.

My job's done.

Listen, I've got to run.

Uh, I'll send you the bill.

We'll talk soon.

Okay?

What?

Wha-wha-wha...

Ba-ba-ba- ba-ba-ba!

f*cking idiot.

Where his truck?

Impound.

But you can drive it away right now for the low sum of $723.

723 bucks for one week?

Are you kidding me?

No, that's the cash price.

You know, service and towing fees, storage, unpaid tickets, departmental surcharge.

"Cash price"?

When do you f*cking deal with cash, you greasy bastard?

I'm sure you'll come up with the money.

Hope so anyway, because if it's not picked up by 5:00, it's going to the crusher.

Impound lot's full, so I bumped it up to the top of the list.

George, you can't do that, you crooked son of a whore.

(Chuckles)

Can't I?

It's tough being this powerful.

It really is.

Abso-f*cking-lute power corrupts abso-f*cking-lutely!

What a sh*t-encrusted d*ck-helmet!

(Theme music)

(Grunting)

(Chuckling)

Trinity: He really is good with him.

Yeah, he really is.

I just...

I hope he doesn't have an ulterior motive, you know?

Like, he's f*cked us over so many times in the past, it's just hard to get past that.

It's different now that he's family.

Yeah, but is it?

I wouldn't trust him.

I just want Mo to be happy, and he is.

It's my decision.

No, no, no, not f*cking happening!

Just 'cause he's my dad all of a sudden doesn't mean he's automatically f*cking related to Mo!

Yeah, Ricky, that's exactly what that does mean.

Dad, look...

Family's about f*cking being there for each other, stepping up to the f*cking plate when you have to.

This is f*cking bullshit!

Dad, calm down.

Oh, I'm f*cking calm.

(Clattering)

Dad, Mo really likes him.

f*ck!

I want his great- grandfather to be a part of his life.

You're just going to have to get over it.

He's your father, like it or not.

Not!

(Thud)

For the first few days after he told me he was my dad, I just got f*cking wasted.

I had to get it out of my head.

But the booze wasn't working.

Like, I think it made me more depressed.

So I just put my energy into working at the rink and the plants, and just ignored him.

I'm not sure how to come to terms with it but I've got to f*cking deal with it.

I've got to stay calm.

(Squirrel chirps)

Seriously?

Right now?

What a f*cking smug little prick.

Listen to him laughing at my burnt out f*cking trailer.

f*cking little assh*le!

(Squirrel keeps chirping)

(Clicking)

You think this is funny?

Your f*cking traps are working really well, Randy, you stupid f*cking dummy!

f*ck off!

And you f*ck off too.

(Distant g*nshots)

Ricky.

Frigging idiot.

Man: (shouting)

f*ck off with the f*cking g*ns!

Jesus f*cking Christ!

What the frig do you want?

You know, I'm sorry for what happened.

Those guys really screwed you over.

But maybe, once this blows over for a bit, you can try again.

Now I did everything in my power to help you.

I held up my end of the bargain.

So now I want the video back.

That was the deal.

Not a chance.

Remember all those times you were taking forever and you said, "Randy, try harder"?

Well, I'm going to say the same frigging thing to you right now.

Ted, try harder!

Randy, you might want to think really carefully about what you're doing here.

I'm not scared of you, Ted, or your tiny penis.

Are you sure?

I'm going to give you today to think it through.

Don't make me take this to the next level.

Bubbles: This might be the dumbest f*cking thing you've ever done, actually, Julian.

You know what?

I want to go home.

Just take me home.

Bubs, it's fine.

They didn't even have f*cking cameras in the parking lot, man.

How do you know if they had cameras in the parking lot?

Because cops don't think people would be f*cking crazy enough to steal a f*cking car in their parking lot, man.

That's why they leave their keys in the ignition.

They're stupid.

We're not going to go home.

We need to make some f*cking money.

Check the glove box, see if there's anything in there worth selling.

Don't boss me around.

(Mocking tone)

"Don't boss me around." Some golf passes here, cart included.

You see, there you go.

That's 100 bucks right there.

Jesus Murphy.

Whose truck did we take?

Ron Jeremy's?

Jesus.

Well, why's that in the glove box?

Just put that away.

Here's the registration.

Oh, my blistering f*ck!

It's George Green's truck, Julian!

Oh, my God, we've got to dump it!

We've got to dump it!

Let's...

pull over here!

No, no, no...

f*ck that.

We need to sell it.

Sell it?

Who in the f*ck's going to buy a hot truck that belongs to the chief of police?

Think about that!

So what the f*ck is up, poppy suckers?

What's up, Reg?

Just looking to unload this f*cking thing fast, man.

Yeah, oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Is it hot?

Umm...

it's, you know...

I don't think I have the paperwork.

It...

Julian, it's a little hotter than that, I'd say.

Ehhh...

how hot?

It's...

it's not cold.

It might as well be sitting on the surface of the f*cking sun!

Ah-ha...

Yeah, it's great.

Ah, well, I could use it for scrap.

Give you 200 bucks for it.

200 bucks!

Come on, man.

Look, we need 723 bucks or the cops are going to crush his little f*cking truck.

No sh*t.

You're dealing with those f*cking weasel-f*ckers, huh?

Dougie Dixon?

That guy's a piece of sh*t.

No, George Green.

Oh, he's a cocksucker too, slimy little fucker.

That's it?

200 bucks?

It's all I can do for you, bro.

Now, if you guys could find me some steel, I can move that sh*t quicker than a hooker going down on a billy goat.

That makes no sense!

(Growling)

All right, whatever the f*ck you are to me, we need to get some things straight right now, okay?

Apparently you can hang out with Mo.

That's my daughter's decision.

But when it comes to me and you, we don't f*cking talk!

Don't say a f*cking word to me!

Don't even look at me unless I say it's okay to look at me and I don't ever see that f*cking happening!

Got it?

Sure, Rick.

Good.

Whatever it takes.

But listen...

I just want you to know, that there were a lot of reasons why I was the way I was over the years.

I don't give a f*ck!

Rick, you have no idea how much I wrestled with this.

A secret this big?

Not knowing how to deal with it.

Why do you think I turned to the liquor so often?

So I made you a f*cking alcoholic?

Is that what you're saying to me?

No, no, no.

No, it was...

a lot of f*cking things.

But that's all changed now, Ricky.

Because of...

this little guy...

I finally have a reason to stay off the liquor for good.

Ricky, I know...

that, when I was on the liquor, I was delusional.

I was out of control.

Yeah!

But I'm never going back.

Little Mo saved my life, Ricky.

Yeah, he's...

pretty f*cking special, isn't he?

I'm sorry, Ricky.

I'm sorry for everything.

I was wrong not to tell you all these years.

(Shaky breath)

Are you crying?

No, I...

Look, I...

I know after all that's happened, it's probably impossible for you to believe or... even understand.

I've always loved you, Ricky.

(Shaky voice)

Don't f*cking cry.

(Sobbing)

It just makes no sense, everything you did to me.

I thought it was for your own good, Ricky.

But I was wrong.

Both: (Sobbing)

Julian: Hey!

What the f*ck is going on here?

Why are you guys crying?

Who d*ed?

Nobody f*cking got dead, Bubs.

Well what, then?

Baste yourselves, boys.

Jim Lahey...

is my father.

The real one.

What?

Oh, they smashed up Coconut Ronda.

f*ck.

I'm telling you, man, don't let that f*cking nightmare Lahey into your life, man.

He's always got another angle.

I told you.

I don't want to f*cking talk about it.

I'm trying to block it the f*ck out so I can concentrate on everything else.

That's probably a good idea, Ricky.

Yeah, well, being that said, where's the nutrients, boys?

Why?

For the f*cking plants.

What?

Ricky, the plants are alive?

Of course the f*cking plants are alive.

I hid them at the rink.

But they're thirsty boys.

Where the f*ck is the Nuclear Bloom?

Ricky, the Nuclear Bloom is on the back of my f*cking truck at the impound, about to get crushed to smithereens.

Yeah, we need 523 bucks.

Reggie said to acquire some steel and he'd buy it off us.

We've just got to figure out where to get some f*cking steel.

Steel?

(Chuckles)

That's f*cking easy.

I know where we can get all the f*cking steel that we need.

(Grunting)

f*ck off!

It's kind of f*cked that we're stealing steel, boys, when you think about it.

What?

Well, steel's the only thing you could steal that it's itself, right?

Ricky, what the f*ck are you talking about?

Are you okay, Ricky?

Yeah, I'm just saying, you know, if we weren't stealing steel, we'd be stealing something that wasn't steel.

So stealing steel's kind of like...

It's a stealing steel...

For f*ck's sakes, this isn't f*cking working!

What's wrong?

I asked my f*cking brain nicely to shut the f*ck up but no matter what I distract-ulate it with, it gets blurting things out about f*cking Lahey!

Ohh, my brain's a f*cking assh*le sometimes, boys.

I don't know how to come to terms with this.

Like, it's bad enough Lahey's going to be my f*cking dad, I guess, but, if he marries Randy, Randy's going to be my f*cking uncle.

Think about that one.

That's not exactly accurate, Ricky.

What?

He's going to be what, then?

My cousint?

Hmmm...

Oh, my f*cking God.

Oh, my f*cking God.

Randy is going to be my f*cking brother?

No.

Hmmm...

Actually he'd be your stepfather, man.

Or stepmother, depending on how they file the paperwork.

Could be your stepmother.

No, f*ck!

(Sigh)

You know what, boys?

I can't deal with this.

f*ck it!

I'm moving to Toronto and becoming a street person.

No, Ricky.

This is f*cked!

Ricky, just wait.

Listen.

Look, Lahey might be your father but he'll never be your dad.

Well, it's the same f*cking thing.

What do you mean?

It's not the same thing, Ricky.

Look, Lahey, technically he did father you, therefore he is your "father" but Ray...

Ray's the one that loved you, Ricky.

He loved you and he raised you and he taught you everything that you know.

He did.

He turned you into Ricky.

He was my father...

You are Ricky because of Ray and that's what a dad does, Ricky.

You were pretty f*cking lucky to have such an awesome one, man.

Thanks, boys.

I f*cking love you guys.

I love you too, Ricky.

Who's got that belly?

Yip!

Let's go f*cking steal some sh*t!

Or steal some steel!

(Wheezing laugh)

See, it is f*cking cool, isn't it?

It's funny.

See the way I brought that back around like a professional.

That's what Gerry Dee would have done.

Hey, Ran.

I brought you a triple triple, bud.

What's the matter?

I can't marry you, sir.

What?

Why?

If I marry you, then Ricky becomes my stepson.

And any inkling of a chance that I had of becoming a cop is gone forever.

Randy, don't be ridiculous.

Being a cop isn't as glamorous as it looks, Randy.

Trust me.

Oh, well, I wasn't doing it for the glamour.

I was doing it for you.

I wanted you to be proud of your new wife.

Now look at me.

Sitting here getting wasted, crying in my frigging cheeseburgers.

All I've ever wanted was for you to be proud of me, Mr. Lahey, and to respect me.

Randy, I respect you in this moment more than I've ever respected you in my life.

Now you know what it's like to be driven to drink by the boys.

I love you, Randy, and I want to marry you now more than ever.

What do you say, bud?

Do you mean that, Mr. Lahey?

If you'll have me.

I'll drink a toast to it, Randers.

What do you got?

You can't drink, Mr. Lahey.

It's only wine, Randy.

I can handle a little bit of wine.

And you know what it's like...

when I drink the wine, bud.

I sure do.

It's time to get paid, boys.

Thank f*ck.

(Police siren chirps)

Oh, f*ck, the cops.

All right, pull over and get us out of this, man.

f*ck.

I don't know if I can, boys.

What?

What do you mean?

I'm not in the right frames of the mind.

What the f*ck are you talking about, man?

You can do this!

No.

No, I can't.

(Engine revving)

Ricky!

Jesus Christ, Ricky!

What the f*ck are you doing?

We can't outrun them in this, especially with 750 f*cking pounds in the trunk.

My f*cking brain's got too many thinks going on!

I can't think my thocks straight!

Oh, my f*ck!

We're out of jail less than two hours and we're going right the f*ck back.

We're not going back to jail.

Oh, really?

Why wouldn't we, Julian?

We're in a high-speed f*cking chase, stolen city property, no g*dd*mn plates, no insurance, no registration.

Oh, we're f*cked!

(Whimpers)

Here, Ricky, take that.

You can do this, man.

We believe in you.

You just need to be focused.

Maybe if I chug the f*cking thing, I guess.

Chug it.

Now, that's it, Ricky.

There you go.

Chug it!

Bubbles & Julian: Chug!

Chug!

Chug!

Chug!

Chug!

Chug!

Chug!

That's it, Ricky.

Come on!

Go, man.

Keep it going.

Let your brain just start working it out.

Let that dope smoke figure it out.

Chug it, Ricky!

Chug!

Okay, boys.

We're good.

We're good?

Good?

You've got something?

I got this.

Oh, thank f*ck.

We believe in you, man.

Ricky: You guys are going to f*cking love this one.

Stop right there, hands where I can see them!

Hands up, f*ck-tits!

Put your hands where I can see them!

Shut the f*ck up, you idiot!

I'm a f*cking cop!

What?

Yeah, man.

Think I like wearing my f*cking hair like this?

Do you think I like wearing these f*cking clothes?

My wife's making me stay at the f*cking Ramada.

I've been working with f*cking Chief Green for three months trying to take these guys down.

Three f*cking months!

You just blew my f*cking cover.

What?

You're working with Chief Green?

Yeah, f*ck-brains.

Officer Trevor Cory, deep undercover.

See the two guys in the car there?

Two of the highest-ranking members of Satan's Bastards.

Who?

Satan's Bastards, the f*cking motorcycle g*ng out of Cape Breton.

You're a f*cking cop and you don't know who Satan's Bastards are?

Jesus Christ.

George has been trying to take them down for three months and you may have just wrecked the whole f*cking operation, you idiot!

What?

I didn't know.

It's all right but when George finds out about this, he's going to f*cking freak.

His f*cking truck was stolen from the precinct today.

He's not in a good f*cking mood as it is.

I heard about that.

Oh, my f*ck.

I hate to say it, bud, you're probably going to lose your badge over this one.

Oh, for f*ck's sakes, I just got the thing.

No, no, no!

Keep pointing that at me.

We're not f*cked yet.

Stay with me here.

Can you please not tell George that I f*cked this up, big time?

Well, I don't want to ruin your career obviously.

f*ck!

f*ck!

Cock!

f*ck!

All right, all right.

What's your f*cking name?

It's Gordon.

Okay, Gordon, stay with me here, bud.

We're okay.

We can do this, okay?

But the two guys in the car right now, they're going to be very, very f*cking suspicious of me.

We'll have to do something a little f*cked to get this back.

You have any weed or hash on you?

Yeah, I have about 20 grams that I confiscated from the high school earlier.

Okay, that's f*cking great.

Where is it?

Right front pocket.

Oh, my God, that's f*cking perfect.

In a few seconds, I'm going to come at you.

We need to struggle.

It has to look f*cking real.

I'm going to take your g*n, point it at you.

You have to handcuff yourself to your f*cking car.

You got it?

I think so.

Okay, I'm coming at you, Gordon.

You can f*cking do this, bud.

Stay with me.

Okay?

Are you ready?

Are you good?

Here I come!

Here I come!

Okay.

Take out your handcuffs right now and handcuff yourself to that f*cking car, dummy!

Do it, come on!

Move along here!

What the f*ck?

(Whispering)

Go on, f*cking hurry up here, Jesus Christ.

What the f*ck are you trying to do?

Hand-cuff myself like you said.

Well, you should have used the steering wheel or something, you f*cking dummy!

f*ck!

Holy f*ck, is that Moroccan?

Yeah.

I'll give this to those guys as a peace offering and hopefully it chills them the f*ck out.

And I'm going to tell f*cking Chief Green you saved the f*cking day today, Gordon.

Thank you, Officer Cory.

Good job.

I appreciate that.

Right, take care of yourself.

Ricky, how the f*ck did you do that?

That was unbelievable.

I know.

I may have to chug joints more often, man.

That was some of my best work ever.

Incredible, man.

That was f*cking incredible.

Here, Bubs, do you want a g*n?

Ahhh!

Jesus!

What?

Just put it down.

Let's go.

Here, have some hash.

Chill the f*ck out.

That was fun.

(Engine ignition)

That's Moroccan!

(Engine shuts off)

Well, well, well.

If it isn't the Right Honourable Ricky the Slug Fucker.

To what do I owe this dubious honour?

What are you, tonguing my shaft there, you tiger tonguer?

Fucker.

How are you two horse jerkers?

What...

It wasn't a horse.

Ricky: I've got some great sh*t for you, brother.

Check it out.

Manhole covers, ten of the f*cking things.

(Clinking)

Looking good.

Give you 100 bucks for them.

100 bucks?

You gotta be f*cking kidding me, man.

We used to make more than that for them in f*cking elementary school.

Well, it ain't frankincense and f*cking myrrh.

They're manhole covers.

That's the price of steel.

100 bucks.

f*ck.

This is just f*cking great, Julian.

Great plan.

Now what are we going to do?

My truck's going to get crushed.

Did you crush George's truck yet?

Maybe we can sell it on f*cking Kijiji or something.

Oh, no, I crushed the living sh*t out of that thing but, uh, you know, I did something under the front seat that you boys are going to want to take a look at.

I think you might be able to use this.

Jesus Christ!

What the f*ck?

Holy f*ck!

Ted: Hey, where do you think you're going...

Julian: I'm not here to talk to you, Ted...

Hey...

Ricky: Get the f*ck out of the way there, cock-burger!

You guys can't just walk in here.

Oh, I think we actually can, Georgie.

We want Bubbles' truck back.

Ricky: And we want you to stop f*cking with us forever.

(Sigh)

So you're here to nail me, are you?

You're f*cking rights I am.

Ricky: Let's go with the keys, you deep-fried sh*t-log!

I've got to admit you guys are pretty good.

I think you got me this time.

You take a great picture there, George.

A calendar we did, to raise money for breast cancer.

Big hit down at the flea market, too.

Raised a ton of cash.

What else have you got, tough guy?

For f*ck's sakes.

Look, George, that's a really nice thing you did there for a great cause.

But can I just have my f*cking truck back, please?

I didn't do anything wrong and you know it.

I saved up the money forever to get that truck and I need it for my business.

Okay, Bubbles, I'll tell you what.

I'll give you the truck back.

One condition.

You return my truck to my parking space, your truck is free to go.

I didn't take your truck, though.

Probably not...

but I'm guessing you know who did.

No idea what you're talking about, George.

You know what?

I don't even give a f*ck the truck was stolen.

Come on.

Get in here, shut the door.

Thing is, being chief of police, the insurance companies tend not to question claims.

So...

New set of golf clubs, brand new set of skis, a couple of really nice vintage guitars, top-of-the-line hockey gear.

All gone.

Bubbles: Come on, George, this is f*cking bullshit and you know it.

Just give me the truck back.

I'll sweeten the deal.

I don't even want the thing back.

I just want someone in this room to admit they took it.

That's it.

You can walk away.

So, if somebody in this room right here, admitted they took the truck, there'd be no consequences and we could get my truck?

f*ck.

If I stole the f*cking thing, I would tell you.

But I didn't!

Heh, okay.

Ted, can you get the f*ck in here a minute, please?

Yeah, chief?

Could you escort these gentlemen out of the building?

And when you're done that, get the vehicles slated crushed over to Dixon's junkyard.

And...

make sure you tell him to crush them...

extra small.

(Whimpering)

Extra small.

Come on, buddy.

My poor little truck's going to be extra small.

Just like the size of both of your cocks.

Come on, come on.

Dicks!

(Joyful sigh)

This is f*cking bullshit, Julian.

You could have f*cking saved that.

What the f*ck was I supposed to do, huh?

You know he would have f*cked us over anyway.

Think about it.

He might not have.

Look, we'll try to get you another truck somehow, okay?

Oh, yeah, we'll get you another one.

No big deal.

Boys, the f*cking truck is the least of our f*cking worries right now.

If we don't get back the Nuclear Bloom, I can tell you this: There is no f*cking possible way to grow that much dope in time.

We're f*cked!

Hey, Julian.

What?

I could easily make sure that truck never gets down to Dixon's if you were to, uh, do me a little favour.

What the f*ck is it?

(Piano music)

(Lahey singing)

What the f*ck is going on in there?

That's "Flight of the Bumblebee".

(Whispering)

Let's go.

(Singing continues)

Oh my f*ck!

Oh my sweet Jesus!

Ricky: Jesus f*cking Christ!

What the f*ck is wrong with you two?

Huh?

What can I do for you, Julian?

Look, there's a certain sexual video that Randy's been using to blackmail somebody and we're not leaving here without it.

We want it right the f*ck now!

What's he talking about, Randy?

I don't know what you're talking about, Bubbles.

Lahey: Eh...

Talking about a sexual video that you're blackmailing somebody with, Randy.

Who?

(Chuckling)

Holy sh*t...

You don't know, do you?

Randy, I suggest you hand over the f*cking video or I'm going to explain every little detail to your f*cking fiancé here.

Randy!

Where is it?

It's on my phone.

So my father's a bee and he's a flower?

He's a flower, Ricky, and a bee and there's probably some kind of a pollination thing going on here.

...stinger cock...

Did you make any copies of this?

I'm not smart enough for that, Julian.

f*cking idiot.

All right, let's go.

f*ck boys, I hope this doesn't run in the family.

No.

No, you should be okay, Ricky.

Should be all right.

Next time please knock.

Randy, I want to know what's on that videotape or the engagement's off.

What?

Well...

What, Randy?

So honey comes from a bee's cock?

No, Ricky.

Ricky.

(Happy grunts)

...this, buddy.

There she is.

(Giggling)

How did you make out?

We got it.

Did you get rid of the dash-cam footage of us from earlier?

All done.

Nice.

So, we have a deal, then.

Mmmm...

I don't know.

Julian, what the f*ck are you doing?

Give him the video.

Bubs, this deal's kind of unfair, man.

No, it isn't unfair.

It's perfectly fair!

Give him the sex video and let's get my truck.

This video's worth a f*ck of a lot more than that shitty truck, man.

Watch your mouth.

(Sighs)

What's the story on the Caddy?

Is that being crushed?

No.

It's going to auction.

Really?

Okay, boys.

Gotta do this quick.

I've got to get back to feed Coolnow.

You know, so he's not f*cking with my kitties, I mean.

You now what, I've been thinking about it, Bubs.

It wasn't fair of me to dump him on you like that.

So I'm going to find a new home for him tomorrow.

All right?

No, Ricky, no.

It's okay.

I mean, he's not that big of a nuisance.

I'll keep looking after the little fucker just 'cause Mo loves him.

Oh, f*ck!

(Groans)

f*ck...

What?

I don't know what's going on with my nuts, boys, they seem to be getting worse not better.

There's an awful f*cking stink coming off them too.

Jesus Christ, what kind of a stink, Ricky?

They're probably f*cking infected.

I don't know.

I haven't had time to deal with them.

It's not easy to see.

It takes some f*cking planning.

How much of this sh*t are we going to need right now?

All of it.

All of it?

Yeah.

How many f*cking plants are in there?

Come take a look.

Ah, f*ck...

Julian: What are you doing, Ricky?

Are you going to turn on some f*cking lights?

Holy f*ck!

My f*ck, Ricky.

When you said you were hiding the plants at the rink, I didn't think you meant like this.

This isn't really hiding anything.

Yes, it is.

It's hiding them from the people outside, like out in the world.

This is...

it's f*cking amazing, man.

Are you sure there's enough plants to fill the order, though?

Ricky: Oh, yeah, big time.

I did all the calculations myself.

Uh-oh.

What?

Well, no offense, Ricky, but you stopped going to math in Grade 6.

It's not really math, f*cking 30,000 bottles, one gram per bottle is 30,000 grams, 454 grams in a pound, we need about 66 pounds about a quarter pound per plant, 264 plants.

And we're going to grow 350 just to be safe.

Holy f*ck, Ricky, that was unbelievable!

What?

Well, that's how you should have been doing math calculations your whole life.

You should have been treating everything like a...

like a weed calculation.

I never really thought about that.

We should be good, boys.

And after everything we've been through, what the f*ck else could possibly go wrong?

Really?

Oh...

Ricky, why would you say that?

That's exactly what the people in the movies say, right before everything does go to sh*t.

I really need my family.

Two days, promise.

Yeah, sure.

You're a good granddaughter, Trin.

(Theme music)

(Seabirds squawking)

Fish: f*ck!

f*ck!

f*ck off!

f*ck!...

f*ck off!

Jesus Christ!

(Whisper)

f*ck.

(Light clicks off)

f*ck off.