Original subtitles

♪ Rooster crows six o'clock ♪

♪ Horse needs grains, hogs need slop ♪

♪ Sun's coming up, he just laid down ♪

♪ Up all night milking the cow ♪

♪ Truck runs hot, tractor won't crank ♪

♪ Loan turned down, no money in the bank ♪

♪ Our place keeps bending, fence needs mending ♪

♪ Cows got loose last week ♪

♪ Keep off the porch, corn bread and sweet tea ♪

♪ Rolling in the hay with Elly May and Daisy ♪

- Well, good news is,

turns out the cable was long enough.

I owe you five.

- Oh, keep the money, bud.

One of these days, you'll learn.

Never doubt your uncle

or question good old redneck ingenuity.

- Maybe you should run for office.

- Are we talking presidential or principal's office?

- Just don't screw this up.

Entire park's counting on us to get them off the grid.

It's like you said,

we ain't gonna survive with Deconnard squeezing

every last dime for basic living needs.

- Well, if this works, it'll be one heck of a bill

they can scratch off the list.

And speaking of scratch off, I am feeling lucky today.

- That storm's hunkering down fast.

I don't want you to get your goose cooked

while you're under there.

- Nah, it's safe.

I won't go hot until that windmill picks up

a pretty good clip.

- Sure you know what you're doing?

Electricity and water, they don't mix too well.

- You just hand me an ice cold beer when I get back,

you hear me?

Now let's go plug it in.

Get fired up.

- All right.

Holy hellfire!

Uncle Jeff!

- All right, stop.

I'm in a crappier spot than a porta potty

at a Mardi Gras parade.

Look, I don't mean to burn that image into your head

but I just want to convey to you

how deep and done I am at this moment.

All right.

Let's back up.

- That dog has bitten me right here.

You stop hitting this like a girl.

- I hate this place!

- Hey!

You trying to ruin my hair?

I'm gonna go get my gun!

You know I will, I will take you out!

- It all started with this man, Malcolm Deconnard.

the richest, meanest bastard I know.

He owns everything that you've seen so far

and he shakes us down on the regular for all that we got.

But he's about to find out,

we got a little fight left in us.

- Get 'em, Rufus.

- Oh, hey there, sugar britches.

- Hey, Roxy.

- Hey, you know, my washer's still broke

and if you fix it for me, I'd make it worth your while.

- Listen, I told you, I'm with Jolene.

- I mean, I can make it worth her while or y'all's while.

- All right, well, we'll see you late...

No.

- Well, just ask her about it.

- Hey, Sapphire.

Bird.

- What's up, Rob?

- Hey, Rob.

- You two at it again?

- Yeah, but we could always use another hand.

- He's not my real brother though.

- Oh, I told you I'd get her up and running.

Whoa!

- It's private time, Rob!

Hey, Rob, it is private time!

Get going, get!

- Cleon!

- Hey, Rob!

I got two extra ribs!

Coming over later?

- I wouldn't miss it.

- All right, buddy!

- Damn.

That smells good.

- You already know, buddy.

Got that sauce going.

- Hey, Symphony.

- Hey, Rob.

Y'all quit messing with that dog.

- I wasn't!

I wasn't!

- Cappy.

You only got that thing patched up?

- Yeah, just been ready to tie her up and get her wet.

- All right, you keep working it.

I know, I'm late.

- Your uncle's already been by twice.

- Hey, mad?

- He was sweaty and cursing.

- Well that don't tell me much, now does it?

Had a job fall in my lap.

Couldn't pass it up.

A hundred dollars closer to a new life.

- Give me the money!

- Get off her, you jerk! - I need more time.

- Look, I don't care

what you need. - Get off her, you jerk!

- I know, it's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Let go of the purse!

- Damn.

- Get him off of me!

- I just need more time! - Get off her, get off her!

- Get off me! - Get off of her!

- Stop it!

- No!

- Everything all right?

- This ain't none to your business, now is it?

- How much do you need?

- $250.

- You got your money.

You can go now.

- Look at you, all fired up.

I guess every junk yard needs a guard dog, huh?

- Hey, for $250, I'll fix that for you.

$350.

- It's just been a really hard month, Rob.

I just, I just need more time.

- It's all right.

- Well, look who decided to finally show up.

- Had some things to take care of.

Chad had some work for me over at the shop.

- I got some work for you right here.

- Yeah, but he pays me.

- I pay you too.

- I can't buy a house with beer.

- You got a house.

- Trailer ain't a house.

- Hmmm.

Got a roof over your head, don't you?

Got a kitchen to eat, bed to fornicate.

Name one thing a house has that a trailer won't offer.

- Basement.

- A basement.

Touché.

- I ain't gonna live in the park my whole life.

- Well,

it ain't where you are that matters.

It's what you are.

You like that, don't you?

I can tell.

On the bottom of my bottle cap.

Real wise, them little suckers.

Come on, let's go to work.

I can't get over that.

I oughta write that down.

- Come on, boy!

Come on!

Waiting all day, Wyatt, let's do this!

- What the hell is going on out here?

Y'all like to fight?

I'll whoop both your behinds and put a cherry on top.

This here is horse dung, Rufus.

- Well he started it, Barb!

- No, I mean what I just stepped in from your horse.

- Well, that I do apologize for.

- Now, now, y'all, come on!

We're all neighbors!

We must speak of love and kindness

as the good Lord instructed us.

- Well, will the Lord kindly instruct this jerk-nut

to pay his child support?

- Oh, come on, Barb, you know that's not even my baby.

It was only one night!

- You son of a bitch, it was magical!

- Oh hell no!

I'll teach you to bear trap my man with your coo-coo.

- It's a little too late for

that you drunk fish. - Come on, now, y'all!

- At least I don't go around letting everybody

tongue-punch fun bags.

- That was one time!

- What's this fight about?

- Oh nothing.

Just dealing with Barb crotch my man again!

- Hey, you don't know me!

Money's been hard with Deconnard gouging us.

I even tried to go back to table dancing.

- Ugh.

- Well, Rob and his Uncle Jeff are working

on getting a line to that windmill,

get us some good old free electricity

should help us all out a little.

- Well, how's he gonna do that?

- Something about running a line under the water

all the way up to the trailer park

and overriding that transformer.

- Oh my god, for life!

- If you think that Deconnard is gonna let

your rebound boyfriend swipe some free electricity

off of that windmill,

you're dumber than I look.

- Shut up.

- You think he can actually do it?

- I know they can.

When Rob and I first started dating,

he fixed the air conditioner in my car.

This, here, park's energy will be off the grid

and as green as the cash we'll all be saving.

- Them two short bus regulars can barely tap a keg

let alone an entire power supply.

- Amen.

- Rufus, what's that?

- Hey, give me my hat!

- Y'all, knock it off already!

- That cable ain't long enough.

It damn sure ain't gonna reach the connecting line.

- I bet you five bucks it'll stretch a whole lot further

than you think it will.

I know what I'm doing, Rob.

I didn't just fall off a turnip's truck.

♪ Down to the bayou ♪

- That new turbine the county built

is practically begging us to tap into the kinetic energy

and power up Soggy Meadows.

- Whoa, kinetic.

That's a big word.

- Well, you know what they say about a man and big words.

- He's compensating for the size of his cable?

- Yeah.

- Boss.

I don't think you should be smoking that close

to this much ammonium nitrate.

This fertilizer bomb goes off,

it's gonna make a crater the size of Cleveland.

- Well, just make it powerful enough

to obliterate the entire van.

'Cause we can't have a shred of evidence

linking us back to it.

- I still don't see how blowing that levee

is going to be easier than just telling all them

chill-billies to get off your lot.

- Because all those low-lives have rights by law,

whether they pay the rent or not.

They could squat that land for a year

before I get the cops to do anything about 'em

and I ain't gonna wait no year.

- You know my ex lives over there, yeah?

- Well not for long, 'cause when that levee breaks

and that water floods in,

the only thing that's gonna be living there are my drills.

That wasteland is just ripe for the picking.

Listen, when that storm rolls in,

people are gonna run around scared like crazy

and when that storm rolls out,

it's going to look like a natural disaster.

In a few weeks, everybody's gonna forget

what Soggy Meadows ever was.

- Yep.

Here come the clouds.

Right on cue.

Weather man finally got something right for a change.

- God!

Why are you driving like an idiot?

This thing goes up,

we're gonna make one hell of a meat cloud.

- It'll only go off with the timer.

But once we set it, it ain't meant to be turned off, so...

- I'm not getting paid enough for this nonsense.

- You getting paid?

- Yep.

♪ Loan turned down, no money in the bank ♪

♪ Our place keeps bending, fence needs mending ♪

♪ Cows got loose last week ♪

♪ Keep off the porch, corn bread and sweet tea ♪

♪ Rolling in the hay with Elly May and Daisy ♪

- Well, good news is turns out the cable was long enough.

I owe you five.

- Oh, keep the money, bud.

One of these days you'll learn.

Never doubt your uncle

or question good old redneck ingenuity.

- Hey.

You know,

maybe we should just wait and let it hit the fan.

- You crazy?

I'm not getting stuck in this mug when that storm hits.

I'm setting it now.

What should I set it for?

- Depends on how fast you can run.

- Faster than your ass!

- Now how long?

- Hell, I don't know.

Four minutes.

You got it?

- Set, go!

Oh, hell!

The license plate!

I said leave no trace.

- Son of a bitch!

Idiot!

- Go get it.

- No.

- If that van traces back to Deconnard,

take a wild guess what's gonna happen to you.

Now go get it.

Hurry up.

- Shut up!

- Let's go!

- Stop.

Stop talking.

- Nah, it's safe.

Line won't go hot until that windmill

picks up a pretty good clip.

- Sure you know what you're doing?

- You just hand me an ice cold beer when I get back.

You hear me?

Get fired up.

- Hurry up, man!

- Shut up!

I got it.

- Uncle Jeff.

Uncle Jeff?

- Help!

Help!

Hello?

Help!

- Hey, man, are you with me?

A take a breath.

- What happened?

Did I blow a cable or something?

- It wasn't you.

You the levee got blasted!

On purpose by the looks of it!

- Who in the right mind would do something like that?

- I saw someone running away from it!

I could've sworn--

- What the hell?

- We gotta get you out the water!

- What is it?

Help!

- No!

Eat it!

Uncle Jeff!

- Daisy!

Daisy!

- Help, Rufus!

Rufus, help, I'm stuck!

- Jolene?

- I'm stuck, I'm inside my trailer!

Rufus! - All right!

You hold tight now!

I need a rope for something.

Come on, Duck!

Come on, boy!

Come on!

Grab the rope!

Climb on to the top of the roof now!

I'm gonna pull now!

- I'm out.

Thank you.

- I gotta find Daisy.

- What?

Rufus, shark, look out!

12 o'clock!

No, no, no, six!

- Six!

- Nine?

I don't...

Hey, no, no!

Over there!

- Just you and I, Duke!

You and I!

- Oh.

- Oh!

Oh no!

Oh, my Duke!

No, my Duke!

Oh Duke!

Duke!

My Duke.

- Rufus!

It's your turn to climb, I got you.

Grab the rope!

- He ate my Duke.

- Hey, look at me!

Look at me!

You saved my life.

You, you and Duke,

you saved my life, okay?

Look at me, look at me.

You're a hero, Rufus.

Focus on that.

You saved my life.

- She thought you would be proud of her.

- That's right, she really woulda.

- Help!

Help me!

I gotta get out of here, Lord!

You can't kill me!

I'm one of the good ones.

You can take the rest, just don't take me!

- We heard that, you jerk!

- Oh, praise the Lord.

Help me, y'all!

Help me get out of here!

- Try climbing on your roof through the vent!

- I can't fit!

- Well try using your front door then!

- Rufus, you know I ain't got no door.

- You hold tight, Cleon!

- Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

- You said you could take the rest, just don't take me.

Well, thanks a lot, buddy.

Some holy roller you turned out to be.

- Come on, now.

You know I didn't mean it!

Staring death straight in the face

does strange things to a man!

Please don't take it personally.

Where's everyone else at?

The trailers!

They're all gone!

- They washed away.

- And Dukey?

- She's gone.

- Oh, Lord!

- They're here...

somewhere.

Yeah.

Yeah, you have to have faith.

- Oh, I got faith.

- Hey!

- Hey!

- Lots of people are dead!

- Who?

- Like that hot mess.

- What about Jolene?

- Probably.

Whole Soggy Meadow is under water.

- We had a levee got destroyed.

- Y'all think?

- I gotta get back to the park.

- Well, get in!

Come on!

Look at them arms, damn.

Mmm.

How is that possible?

- How did that thing survive?

I hit it with like 10,000 volts.

I thought for sure it was fried.

- You ever heard of an electric eel?

- Yeah. - You ever tried my eel sauce?

- What?

- Oh, yes sir.

Them electric eels are seven feet long.

Five times the charge of a three prong wall socket.

Dirty as hell.

- Well how much charge you think a 20 foot shark got?

- Enough to jumpstart your trunk.

That's for sure.

That's a damn shame.

Fire!

Rat bastard!

Go out!

Shoo!

Come on!

Come on, come get me!

- I'm coming!

- Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

That thing's about to kill us, let's go, let's go, let's go!

- You have to jump now!

- There goes our ride.

I'm sorry, Rob.

- I'm just glad you're okay.

- That was--

- Cappy?

- Y'all, this ain't working.

They're really stuck under there.

- Well then pull harder on it.

- If I had a dollar for every time I heard Rufus say that.

This damn roof is slippier than that one summer

in Panama City.

I'm so glad I grabbed you instead of Grandma's pearls.

She would not want me to be sober through all this nonsense.

- Look, why don't you just go over to Daisy's trailer

and help her pull?

- I'm not getting on any trailer with that dirty liberal.

- Am not.

- Jesus.

- How in the world did this happen?

- Global warming.

- Let's swim for it.

- Are you kidding me?

I'm not dangling a single toe into that water

where the gators and the moccasin get to 'em.

Nope.

- Nobody invited you, you dingleberry.

I wasn't even talking to you.

- Well, y'all go ahead.

I hope you drown.

I'm sure somebody will be by soon to rescue me.

- Will they?

Come on.

- I can't go anywhere until we find Buck Vegas.

Damn dog was next to me one second and gone the next.

- Bucky's a smart pup.

I'm sure he's high and dry somewhere.

Animals have sort of a sixth sense for that kind of thing,

you know?

- You're right.

When that giant tsunami wave thing hit over in Manasia,

all the animals were already long gone.

Hightailed it to the nearest hills.

- All right.

He's probably chilling, safe somewhere.

It's Malaysia, by the way.

Bucky!

- I'm gonna kill whoever did this.

- We blew it just like you wanted.

Water rushed right into your property.

- Nicely, done.

- But there's one minor issue.

We lost Bruno in the process.

He blew up with the van.

- Blew up?

- Uh-huh.

- Completely?

Or are there little parts of him floating around

so somebody can identify him as an employee of mine?

- Oh no.

He pretty much vaporized on a spot.

- Good.

But there is one little...

problem.

I-- - Out with it, damn it!

- I think somebody saw me.

That piece of ash trash who's dating my Jolene.

He rode up on his WaveRunner when the levee blew.

- Oh.

Is that right?

A witness?

Well, that's that small little problem

we probably should have mentioned earlier.

I'm gonna tell you a story you probably never heard.

I used to have three partners once upon time.

Let's just call 'em...

Huey, Dewey and Louie.

Now, they thought it'd be a swell idea

to go behind my back and acquire a majority shares

in a company that we started.

It was a textile company,

delivering animal hides to clothing stores

all over the world.

Like

alligator,

snake,

ostrich for purses shoes and so on.

I didn't like taking a financial hit like that.

So I fixed it.

Like I always do.

Like I asked you to do.

- Whoa, whoa, boss!

- You fixed it so some low-life, trailer park

runty meat sack could point at my furry little ass

and put me in jail for the rest of my life.

- No, sir.

- From where I'm sitting, my perspective is

you might have some more work to do.

- I understand.

- And when are you gonna do it?

- Right now.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm putting out a contract on that witness of yours

and I'm hiring you to execute it or him.

Man up and kill somebody!

Or I'll do it.

Am I clear?

- Crystaline.

Yes, sir.

Hey, boss?

Those three business partners of yours,

ones you were telling me about.

Whatever happened to them?

- Come here.

Let's just say I put 'em to better use.

- I'll fix it.

- Just perfect.

As if there wasn't enough going on.

Damn it, how am I gonna?

Yeah, that was dumb.

Right.

Ah!

Good old redneck ingenuity.

My Uncle Jeff would be proud.

I think.

- Bucky!

Bucky!

Bucky!

- What are you doing?

- It's for when the rescue planes fly overhead.

- What the hell is a SOT?

- "Save Our Trailer."

- Bucky?

It's the Buck-mister!

Look at him snooping it up.

Man, that boy's good.

I'm gonna get him.

- How exactly you plan on doing that, huh?

- I don't know, swim.

I just seen a tail or something

slipping between the trees over there, I gotta save him.

Bucky, you son of a bitch, just hold on, I'm coming.

Y'all just keep an eye out for snakes or gators

and holler loud as hell if you see one.

- We best be praying the Coast Guard gets here soon.

Whoa!

Look. - No way.

- Wyatt, hurry up, shark!

- Oh, hell no.

Bucky!

I'm coming, dude!

Bucky!

- Hurry!

It's gonna get you, don't stop!

Hurry!

Faster!

Swim!

- Ow, darn it.

- Why'd he stop?

- Wyatt, what's wrong?

- You got a cramp or something, honey?

- I think he's in shock.

- You gotta get outta the water!

- Bucky!

- Just a little bit more.

You got it!

- Darn it!

♪ You know you such a fool ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ You know you such a fool ♪

♪ Hey, the margarita ♪

- Is this real life?

- Gosh, that's real bad.

We must be on top of that underwater power line.

- Wyatt, snap out of it.

- Oh my God!

You son of a bitch!

- Sweet Reba, that really just happened.

- You should have seen yourself.

Barb!

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Billie Jean.

What you doing all the way down here?

- One minute I be watching "Showcase Showdown"

and the next thing I know,

I've been swept here by the water.

- Everyone okay?

You seen what happened to Jo?

- I haven't seen a soul since things got biblical.

I'm just sitting here catching whatever comes my way.

Look.

One man's tragedy is another man's treasure.

- That looks real nice.

Hey,

that's my watch.

- You want it?

- Yeah.

- 200 bucks.

- My grandpa gave me that watch before he died.

- Ah, so it's something real special to you.

- Yeah, sure is.

- 50.

- All right, I'll tell you what,

how about I don't make any fuss about the watch

if you lend me that oar.

What'd do you say?

For old time sake?

- You got yourself a deal.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- Hey, I'm gonna go down to the park,

see if anyone needs any help.

You wanna come?

- Nah, this is like Christmas.

- All right, you be safe, you hear?

- There's a shark swimming in these waters.

- A shark here?

The weather man saying nothing about a tornado.

- How much for that gun?

- This one?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whisky, tango, foxtrot, don't point that thing in me.

I said I wasn't gonna make no fuss.

Come on now. - Ah.

I'm just funnin' with you.

Here.

You can have it.

- Thank you, Billie Jean.

You be safe.

- Bye.

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

You keep on rowing.

Go save those people.

- Woo, hoo, hoo, baby!

Look at this place, Curls, it's all washed up!

- Genius, this one, boss.

- This needs to be the end of this trailer park.

Understood?

- Yes, sir.

- And if we find anyone left alive, fix 'em!

Unless it's my ex.

I got special plans for her.

If it's that bitch boy she tried to replace me with.

I got even specialer plans for him.

- Woo, I like that!

Yes siree!

Woo!

- Oh, come on, now.

Jo!

- Rob?

Oh, thank God!

Woo! - Woo-hoo!

- Yeah!

- He's alive!

- Hey, partner!

- Sweet Jesus, he's come to save us, y'all!

- Woo!

- Are you all right?

- I am now.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

Thought maybe the flood washed away or something worse.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, some of us were.

You know, have you found any of the others?

You know, what about Daisy, you seen her?

- No, man.

Sorry.

- Come a little closer.

I'm gonna jump down and give you the kiss of a lifetime.

- You hold that thought, darling.

There's a shark in these waters

and that's son of a bitch is pissed off.

- Yeah, we believe it.

And we seen it.

Hey ate my Dukey.

- And my Uncle Jeff too.

- Ah.

- But it ain't your old run-of-the-mill shark.

It's got issues,

electrical ones.

I don't think my boat's big enough for all four of us.

I think it's best if we just stay up here

on top of these trailers,

wait for some choppers to come rescue us.

- I mean, do they even know this is going on?

Right, I mean all the power lines are down

and I guarantee nobody's paid

their damn cellphone bills this month!

- We ain't seen not a single rescue team.

No boat, no plane, nothing.

It's like they don't even know the levee broke.

- Oh, it wasn't broke.

It was blowed up. - What?

- By who?

- Golden Bullet, come in.

Golden Bullet, come in.

- This is Golden Bullet.

What do you have?

- It's wiped out here.

- Good!

- No sign of any surviving tenants.

I've never see anything like this.

- Just make sure my cleanup operation

can start right away.

- Copy that.

- Hey, I'll come by later on the boat

and survey that damage.

- Echo One, out.

- Jackpot.

Damn it.

Holy grits!

Come and get it!

Little

brat!

- You're the next contestant on "The Price is Right!"

- Woo!

Woo-hoo, baby!

Woo!

Woo!

Woo-hoo!

Woo!

Woo-hoo, baby!

- Well, well,

what have we here?

- The lone survivor.

- Where the others, Daisy?

- I don't know.

Get me the hell off of this thing.

- Why?

So I could take you up to the bar

and you could drink all my beer?

Nah.

I'm all good on that.

- Where's the others, bitch?

- Dead.

They're all dead.

- Even Jolene?

- I don't know what happened at Jolene.

We got separated when the wave came through.

- Who's all dead?

- Barb and Wyatt, at least.

There's a great white coming through here

if you haven't noticed.

Got them both.

- Shark in the park.

- That's a first.

- Now get me the hell out of here and on to dry land.

Just not to a dry county.

- You heard her, boys.

Let's get her off of there, huh?

- Woo-hoo! - Open wide, bitch!

- Woo!

- Swayze!

What the hell happened to you?

You used to be one of us.

- I took some advice

and got out of that low-life country club.

You should have done the same

while you still had a chance, Daisy cakes.

Been real nice knowing you.

- Aw, did we get you wet, Daisy cakes?

- Make sure she doesn't make you back to dry land

of any county.

Have fun!

- I saw Swayze walking away after the explosion.

In fact,

I caught him on camera.

That son of a bitch did this!

- That makes sense.

Swayze's been doing Deconnard's dirty work.

I'll kill him when I see him!

- Of course, Deconnard's behind all this!

What wouldn't he be?

He's been wanting us off his land for years!

Looks like he finally got his wish, huh?

- Wait a minute, you say you got Swayze on camera, right?

Where's the footage?

- It's in the belly of that shark.

But he ate my GoPro.

And my ski-doo.

- That's a good thing though.

- But I loved that ski-doo.

- Oh, no, no, the camera's in the waterproof casing.

You see?

You see, sharks have a slow digestive track.

Don't ask me why I know that but it's still there!

Right?

You kill the fish, retrieve the camera,

and not only do we get revenge on the shark,

we get revenge on Deconnard as well.

Yeah.

We'll put that no-good, butt-packing, silly-slapping

deep-digging, trailer-swamping Soggy Meadows

son of a motherless goat away for good!

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Are you actually suggesting

we give a great white

a reverse colonoscopy?

- Yeah!

- Good luck with that one.

- I thought it was a good idea.

- For who?

- I knew it.

- Woo!

Woo-hoo!

- Are you ready yet?

- Woo!

- Here we go!

♪ Ooooh ♪

♪ Who lives in a trailer park covered with mud ♪

♪ Daisy skank pants ♪ - Woo!

Woo!

♪ Daisy skank pants ♪

♪ The trailer park camp ground all soggy and washed ♪

♪ Daisy skank pants ♪ - Woo-hoo!

♪ Daisy skank pants ♪

♪ Daisy skank pants ♪

♪ Daisy skank pants ♪

♪ Daisy ♪

♪ Skank pants ♪

Woo!

- Woo!

They say sharks can smell blood for three dang miles away.

- You're gonna die.

Woo!

- Woo-hoo!

- Woo-hoo, baby!

- And it's good!

Sharky, sharky, shark.

- Shouldn't be long now.

- Yeah, man, but it's beer-30 and I'm late.

Think I can kill her?

- Hold on!

It won't be long from now.

If the shark's in these parts it'll smell the blood.

- Yeah, I guess that would be a hell of a show.

- Hell yeah it will and we won't even have to hide the body.

- You make a good point.

Wow!

- Whoa!

Hey!

Come on, baby.

- Mine too.

- What you doing?

Get her, Curl!

Stick her like a dirty pig!

What happened?

Why the hell you stop?

Come on, man.

You can dive, baby!

Get her!

Oh, come on, Sally Tuna!

- Why does that smell so delicious?

- Deconnard Holdings, how may I direct your call?

- Sally.

Yeah, it's Malcolm.

Listen,

I just got some news that the levee

around my trailer property had some severe damage

and there's some flooding in the area.

So I'm thinking that the people in that region,

they're gonna be needing food and supplies and whatnot.

So here's what I want you to do,

I want you to call all my outlets

and raise the prices on everything

from hardware to groceries.

- Golden Bullet, come in!

- Hold on!

- Yes, sir.

- No, Sally, not you.

- And cash too?

- Yes, and cash too.

Listen, this is supply meets demand, Sally.

Supply meets demand.

- Golden Bullet, come in!

- Yeah!

What do you have?

- Survivors.

- Survivors?

- And a shark, apparently.

- And a shark?

- Must have washed in from the ocean.

They said they got video proof of me at the scene

destroying the levee.

- Video?

Listen up,

you need to get that video and care of it.

- He said that the shark ate the damn camera.

- Well good, then it's already taken care of.

- They plan to hunt the shark and retrieve it.

They seem pretty determined to take us down.

- Retrieve it?

You listen to me,

no one leaves this thing alive.

No fish or human.

That includes your little girlfriend too.

Am...

I...

clear?

- I have it covered.

- Covered, my ass.

Bitch-ass amateurs.

Need someone killed,

you do what it your damn self.

- How are we gonna go about hunting a great white shark?

I mean, we have a rubber raft, three drown trailers

and the duct tape.

- Duct tape? - Duct tape.

- I like duct tape.

- Yeah, me too.

But how do we go about achieving that level of win?

- You catch a shark like you would any other fish, partner.

With bait.

- Okay.

How are we gonna go about getting bait

in the middle of a crisis?

- I don't know.

- I got a big bloody rib marinating in my refrigerator.

Would that work?

- You say bloody?

- Bloody, baby!

- Oh, hell yeah.

Now we're cooking!

- But how you gonna go about hooking it?

- Well...

I don't know, wait.

You got duck tape.

- That's a good point.

- With the winch hitch off my old skip.

Yeah, somehow we get that damn thing

to lock a bite off in that hook, huh?

Tie it up to some chain

and wrap it around Daisy's beer kegs!

That will tire him out real quick!

Yeah?

Just like them yellow barrels that Quint done used.

- It's not a bad idea.

Slows him down, tires him out.

He can't keep on swimming then he can't breathe.

- You count me in.

This is for my big, brown Dukey.

- For your Dukey.

- I gotcha, I gotcha.

Climb on, yeah.

- All right.

All right.

You know, if this is gonna work,

these things are gonna have to be drained.

Hey Cleon, why don't you get started on freeing those ribs?

I'll work on these.

This one's for you, Uncle Jeff.

This one's for all my dead honkies.

- Oh, Daisy ain't gonna like that.

All right.

- I don't know what the hell I was thinking.

If the good Lord wanted me to go back down

into that murky death trap,

he probably would've blessed me with a nice set of gills.

- You see any rescue teams coming to save us?

- No.

- Heard any choppers?

- No!

- Well then I reckon we're gonna have to be our own heroes,

which faithfully includes you.

So get the meat.

- I hate to see a good rack of ribs go to waste!

- It ain't no waste.

That rack of ribs is gonna save our damn lives.

- When we get that fish,

we're gonna filet us up some shark sticks.

How about that?

- Does shark go good with mustard and relish?

- You're damn right it does.

Now buck up, Cleon!

- I'm going in!

I'm in!

Oh man.

Everything is ruined.

It's a damn shame!

Oh man.

- You're not doing what I think you're doing.

- Yeah.

I'm going in, darling.

Gotta untie my winch hitch.

Get some chains.

- Goodness gracious, Roofie, please be careful.

- I will.

Yeah, I got her.

No, I don't!

That coulda been more graceful.

- Hitting the gas straight off the tank, huh baby?

We need you sharp

to pull this off now. - Woo!

- And don't forget to save some for the rest of us.

- I guess this is what I missed

by not going to college, huh?

- You just get us outta here in one piece

and I'll show you what else you missed

by not going to college.

- That's what she said.

Woo!

- Hey, Jolene,

anything happens to me,

you be sure to tell my second cousin I love her.

You do that for me?

- You have my word.

- I'm going in.

- Kegs are drunk, I'm empty.

- Oh, baby.

Got you!

Got that ass!

Hey, y'all!

I got 'em!

Somebody give me a hand!

What the hell was that?

What the hell?

Sweet Jesus.

Holy...

Shark!

He lied with me beside the still waters.

Established Himself upon the blood...

and His doubters descend in the sea.

No!

Help!

No, no, no!

I shouldn't get my hair wet!

- Cleon?

- Got it, man!

Rob, where are you?

- All right, Rufus, I'm coming!

I'm right here, man!

I'm right here!

Hey, we gotta get outta here.

That shark is still hungry, man.

- Where's Cleon with the meat?

- Well, the ribs are right there.

I don't think Cleon made it, man.

- Oh.

- Neither are we unless we get back up on that trailer.

Come on!

- Rufus!

- Oh, come back here, man, we need you!

This was your plan!

- Roofie, no!

- Damn it.

- Yee-haw!

I'm hunting a shark, Dukey!

Yee-haw!

John Wayne never did this!

Eat your heart out, Eastwood!

Yee-haw!

You tell 'em I'm coming, Dukey!

And hell's coming with me!

You hear?

Hell's coming with me!

- You gotta get out of that boat!

That thing is gonna kill you too!

- I'm not gonna let them die in vain.

- But if you die, that's it, game over!

Get out of the water now!

- I got this.

- Don't you dare get yourself killed, do you hear me?

I love you, Rob.

- I love you too, darling.

That's why I'm doing this.

Whoa!

It worked!

Chew on that, you bastard!

- It worked!

I can't believe it worked.

You hooked that son of a bitch!

- Good old redneck ingenuity.

I think I peed a little bit though.

It's kind of warm.

- Daisy cakes!

You still need a ride?

Get on.

It ain't a request.

- Rob, you gotta get out of there!

- He's coming back around!

- Where are you going?

- I don't know!

He's coming for you.

You gotta climb, baby.

Rob, watch out!

- Oh!

- Damn it, Rob!

- Did you see that?

- Pretty hard not to.

- No, the chain.

- What about it?

- All right, watch this.

- What in the hell are you doing, Rob?

- I'm going fishing.

- He's coming again!

- I want him to.

- Are you crazy?

- Or just stupid.

It's a fine line.

For trailer park and country!

Yes!

It worked!

- You're a genius.

- Or just lucky.

- It's a fine line.

Rob!

Rob!

- Well,

look what we have here.

I think it's time to take out the trailer trash.

- Your heartless bastard.

You're getting everyone killed, for what?

Money?

- What can I say?

It's a shark-eat-shark world, sweet tea.

But you and your kind,

you are nothing but a waste of life.

You are one step away from being on the street

and you're expecting me to pay for your room and board?

Not anymore.

You know, I would love to kill you myself.

But I have a better idea.

I'd rather watch that shark eat you.

Start paddling!

Paddle!

Go!

Paddle!

Paddle!

Come on, now.

Paddle!

Paddle!

Paddle!

Keep paddling.

Kick those little feet, darling.

Don't make me use this.

Getting warm.

Almost there.

That a girl.

- You're finished.

Man, they're gonna love you in prison.

- Oh.

- Rob, help!

- Stay down, you dumbass hillbilly!

You're right where you belong.

Because all you're ever going to be

is a no-good, worthless trailer rat.

You should have come work from me when you had the chance.

I'd have gotten you out of this dump.

- It's not where you are that matters.

It's what you are.

And right now, I'm the one with the gun.

- You ain't gonna shoot me.

- You wanna bet?

- Well,

once again,

it seems that the tide has turned in my favor.

You had to go get my man on video

blowing the place up, didn't you?

And somehow the shark eats it?

I don't know who I'm going to enjoy killing more.

That shark or both of you.

How about I get you mounted?

I hang you up over the fireplace.

What do you think about?

Hey!

Hey!

- What?

He deserved that.

- That's one fickle tide.

Uh oh!

Oh no!

- Let's get outta here.

- What are you waiting for?

Go!

- Well, I have an idea.

- You're really gonna double down now?

- We leave and he gets loose of that line,

what he does to other folks is gonna be on us.

- Oh, hell.

- All right, why don't you grab that rope, okay?

- You lasso that chum-guzzler.

We'll drag him up on to dry land,

we'll watch him suffocate,

slowly,

and then we'll get the GoPro.

- Why, Deconnard is dead.

- Well, people still need to know what he did.

- All right.

- If there's one thing I learned from Rufus

is how to swing a rope.

- When he teach you that?

- Got it!

- Woo!

Come on!

- Hit it!

- Yippee ki yay, fother-mucker!

- Hell yeah!

You're doing it.

- Yeah, we're doing it!

We're not doing it.

Giving her all she got!

- Look out, the cleat's not going to hold!

- Duck!

Watch out!

I'm gonna keep us dryer than a popcorn fart!

- No frigging way.

You're the luckiest son of a bitch I know.

- Luck ain't got nothing to do with it.

- My GoPro!

Son of a bitch!

- Damn him.

- Hey!

You let her go!

Daisy?

- Hey.

I'm okay.

- She's okay.

- Well,

that's one way to get rid of an old boyfriend.

- Can you move?

- Uh huh.

- I'm gonna get my GoPro.

I got it!

- Yeah, baby!

- And that, ladies and gents,

is how I learned to stop worrying and love the trailer park.

It might not look like much

but it's everything to us.

It's home.

Well,

to what's left of us.