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- Hit em, Ricky!
- Owww!

- Dude!
- It's the fucking Championship Game Trevor.

- Nice hit, Ricky.
Nice hit.

Give it to him Ricky!

- Well today is the anniversar
y of the day Mr. Lahey

got kicked off the force,
so I'm trying to cheer him up.

Especially after
what happened last week.

- And they still
haven't fixed that yet.

So I'm making Mr. Lahey
some comfort food.

I picked these buttercups

and froze them here
in this ice cube tray.

I saw it on the Designer Guys.

- Here's your drink Mr. Lahey.
- Oh, thanks Rand.

- Come on Corey, get her.
Get her, Corey, you can do it.

- Fuck off Trevor.

- Third man.
Third man in right here.

- Oh, aw, I give,
I give, I give.

- Good fight, good fight.

- Third man in,
he still got beat up by a girl

- I wasn't holding it.
- Fucking penalty shot.

I could have scored there.
- Penalty shot for Ricky.

- Get the fuck out of the way Trevor.
- That's a penalty shot.

- It's fucking lemonade. Haven't
we got anything stronger than that?

- Shit!

I remember the first time
I put it on.

I can't deal with this Randy
. Not today.

- That's okay Mr. Lahey.
Everything's fine.

Let's just go
to the liquor store.

- Good idea Randy. I'm getting
drunk today. Big time.

- Lahey, I know
you're fucking in there,

and I know you can hear me
. Give us back our fucking ball.

I don't have time
for your bullshit today.

- Ricky, can't we just hav
e one day of no yelling

and no horseshit and just play
some fucking hockey.

Mr. Lahey, can you please
give us our ball back?

- Give us back our fucking bal
I you drunk son of a bitch.

- Boys, boys, boys,
Ricky, Jesus.

Rick, Rick, Rick.
Don't get him going.

We don't need Lahey
fucking up our plans later

It's not worth it.

- Over the past couple of weeks, I
don't know what is going o n with Lahey.

He is drinking a lot more.
He is fucking drunk today.

He's starting to push
my buttons.

And that's not cool cause I'm
not going to allow that to happen.

It's like he's got these thing
s going on upstairs

in his brain compartment
that aren't working properly

n He's got these fucking
pike-ological shit going o

and he better watch himself,
he's going to get hammered

- Randy's got our ball, I bet.

- Calm down guys, calm dow
n here. Julian, a word please.

Julian, I just wanted to ask
you, I'm asking nicely here.

Would you guys mind not fuckin g
around with Mr. Lahey today, please.

- Where the fuck is our ball
at, no shirt boy.

- Just a little respect Julian
, that's all I'm asking for.

- Randy, just give us our ball back.
It's the third period. We're almost done.

- And we're going to play
no matter what you say anyway.

- Fine then. Sorry Julian.
It's Saturday.

I'm the weekend trailer park
supervisor.

The game is over.
I'm shutting it down.

- Oh, come on, Randy.

- Have it your way then, Randy
. Have fun dealing with Ricky.

Rick, you've got permissio
n to do whatever you want here

- Thanks, buddy.

- Julian, do you think
that's a good idea?

- Mr. Lahey, they're dertermined
not to stop the game.

And Mr. Lahey, you're wearin
g your old uniform?

- Yeah. Change is as good
as the rest, Randy.

- I want that
fucking ball back.

- They want the ball back. We
going to give it to them, Randy?

- I'm not giving the ball
back, Mr. Lahey.

That would relinquish
control of the park.

- I'm proud of you boy. I taught
you well. Let's go to the LC.

- Trevor, can you go
and buy us a ball.

- I want the game ball.

- Ray, Kojak got a wig on. Ray

- Ray, Kojak do got a wig on

- Holy fuck Lahey,
it's not Hallowe'en yet.

Or are you and Randy rehearsing for
one of those plays you're always in.

- What is it, dress up
as drunk cop day, Lahey?

Or is it give us our fucking
ball back day, huh?

- Mr. Lahey?!
- Go on to Cheeseburger Depot.

- Ricky, something's not
right with him.

- He's a fucking idiot, that's
what's not right with him.

- No no Ricky. I've never seen
Lahey do that before.

He didn't even do anything when
I said that nasty thing to him.

- Alright, the game is postponed
until further notice. Nobody wins.

- Come on, Julian.

- We've got to go grab
those bottles at the school.

We're getting real close
to going on the cruise.

By tomorrow we need three thousand
dollars to put down or we lose our tickets.

And is that Trinity did this fund raiser
for her school to go on a class trip.

They raised a bunch of money
for empty bottles.

We raised three fucking gran
d in the trailer park alone.

And basically what happened wa
s is they said,

Trinity is not allowed to go
on the trip.

She got caught smoking on
school grounds which is bullshit.

, What we said is "Fuck that",
we're going to go down there

take those bottles back,
they're ours anyway,

put it towards our own fucking
trip. Pisses me off.

Like I went to school, the
education system complicated

everything up for me
and it's still going on.

Fuck the education system.
Do it our own way.

- Come on, buddy. We're making our
first down payment on the cruise, Rick.

We'll play hockey later.

- Come on Ricky, the cruise.

- The game is postponed caus
e no mo-fuckers can go up

to Canadian mo-fucker and bu y a new orange
mo-fucker for$2.99. That's whack, Jules.

- Boys, I'm busy.
We'll play later.

- Fuck.

- The next time you come in here,
Sir, you have to wear a shirt.

- The shirt thing again.
- Yes, I'm afraid so, Sir.

- I don't wear shirts.
- Look, it says right there.

No shirt, no service.
You have to wear a shirt

- I can take my business -
- Aaahhh!

Give me the fucking money!
Give me the money!

- Ah, shit!

- Oh, shit.

- Mr. Lahey, that guy just robbed
the liquor store. You're a hero.

- Great work, Officer. We've
been trying to nail this asshole

for about three weeks. You're the
first cop who's been able to get him

- No problem. All in a day's
work. Call this in downtown for me

My assistant and I have some
undercover work to do.

- Sure.

- Shit.
- Mr. Lahey.

- Today's the day
we regain control

of Sunnyvale Trailer Park,

Randy. By whatever means
necessary.

No more Mister Nice Guy.

What do you say we get
the old bike out?

- The day that J Rock
loses his flow

is the day that hair
on Jim Lahey's bald head grow.

Check it out T.
Starsky and Gut.

- Alright boys.
Here's the scoop.

The Federal Government has
officially declared Sunnyvale a town.

This envelope contains
all the legal documentation.

You are all entitled to read
it but I don't advise it

because you're all
too stupid.

Randy and I are now Sunnyval
e official policeman.

That's right, I'm back.

The rules of engagement
have changed.

You've got fifteen seconds
to get these boys

off the street. Move.

- You got ten seconds
before you pass out

from being so drunk.

- Don't forget to tell Ricky
and Julian the good news.

Officer Jim Lahey
is back on the job.

g
- Because he's just going around the trailer park tellin

everybody that Sunnyvale
is now a town.

Is that even possible?

Well, he used to be
the trailer park supervisor.

Well, yeah, I got
your messages and -

e
- Brian, this is Sarah. So are you saying that Sunnyval

could legally be a town
with its own police force?

Really? Alright,
no we'll call you back.

No, we're busy
this weekend. Sorry.

- So what did Brian, the big
fancy lawyer, have to say.

- Well, he said it's possible.

- Bullshit. Lahey got fired from the
police forc e years ago. He's not a cop.

He's just a drunk
trailer park supervisor.

- Time to canvas the park for
complaints from the good citizens

about Ricky and Julian.
They're going down Randy, today.

- Mr. Lahey, you're taking
things way too far.

And I'm not comfortable
pretending to be a cop.

- Pretending?!
When you keep getting pelted

with shit balls, Deputy,
you gotta get a shit bat.

- I'm working on a plan
to make some money today.

So I want everyone to stay
away from Lahey

and don't push any of
his buttons. Alright, Ricky?

- Yeah, even if Lahey is a cop
, there's nothing he can do.

He has nothing on us.

- Well Randy, we have
5 counts of gas siphoning,

42 counts of weapons discharge
,

67 counts of lewd and
obnoxious behaviour and over

100 counts of theft under
one thousand dollars.

- Mr. Lahey, most of that stuf
f happened years ago.

You can't charge them
for this now.

- Randy, the shit pool
is getting full.

We better strain it before it
over flows and causes a shit slide

that could cover
this entire community.

I will not have a Pompeian
catastrophe happening in Sunnyvale.

- That was lava, not shit, Sir

- Don't get smart with me, Randy.
It's cop talk. Listen and learn.

- Hey T, check it out. It's Rocky
and Bull-mo-fucker. On they bike.

- Rap concert's over boys.
This is your final notice.

You understand, Jamie?

- Man, I know you didn't jus
t call me, Jamie.

My name is J Rock. I'd like to see you
try that whack shit on Julian and Ricky

cause they won't play it.

- It just so happens that I got a
warrant for Ricky and Julian's arrest.

- You haven't seen the guy s around?
We got a couple of questions for them.

- I got a question for Randy

, Free Willy, does cheeseburgers
ever blow out your blow hole

you know what I'm saying?

- You watch your fucking mouth

- Jamie!

- Mr. Lahey, calm down.

- M.o.-fucker.

- Man, my mom gave me
this for graduating grade nine

- Okay, boys.

Hands on the hood.
You're both under arrest.

- Frig off Randy.

- Give me a little information
on Ricky and Julian boys

and maybe I won't throw yo u in jail
for theft under a thousand dollars.

- No way!
- Never!

- We wouldn't sell our boys out.

,
- After all the shit and disrespect they lay on you

you boys would risk imprisonment
for those shit idiots?

Prison boys?!

- Ricky's stealing bottles
from Trinity's school today.

- It's true.
- Release them Randy.

- Get out of here.

- Search the car. We've go
t to nail those shit-iots. Move!

- Mr. Lahey. Shouldn't we wait
and catch them in the act.

- Nyyah-nyah-nyah,
nyah, nyah, nyah.

Randy, we leave
our jurisdiction,

we don't have the authority.
Now search the car.

- What the fuck are Lahey
and Randy doing,

wearing cop uniforms
with fake guns?

Is that a fucking toupee
he's got on?

- Lucy! Sarah!
- Those guys are fucked.

- He looks like
a totally different guy.

- We've got a warrant for Ricky's
arrest. We know he's in there.

- They got a warrant do they
? - I'm not letting him in here.

- What a fucking joke.
What are you going to do Lahey

Shoot me with your toy gun

- Mr. Lahey!?
- Shut up, Randy.

Ladies, don't make me
charge you for -

- You guys got any guns here
? - No, we don't have any guns

- Distract him. I have to talk to Julian.
- I call my lawyer.

- You've got three seconds
to open the door.

Three, two...

- Okay, so we come up
in the tow truck like this

And we hook it up to the truck
with the bottles in it.

And we haul that cocksucke
r over to your buddy

at the bottle exchange.

And then we take the bottl
e truck back to the school.

Then we take the tow truck
back over to the junk yard

And we do it all at lunch hour

- Exactly.
The junk yard employee

and the school security guy,
they're at lunch.

So I take three grand down
to the travel agency,

put down our down payment.

No gun is ever used.
No chance of going to jail

[gun shot and glass smashing

- That sounds like a chanc
e of going to jail right there

- That better not be Ricky
fucking around.

- It is Ricky.
- Lahey's lost it. He's shooting at me.

Get down. He's shooting
through the window.

- You guys finally drove Lahey
completely bananas.

He's lost it.

- Julian, give me a gun.
If I go to jail, I go to jail.

But I'm not letting Lahey
send me there. That's not right.

- Julian, you said no guns

- Boys, relax. We don't need guns
and we're not going to a jail.

Julian, you've got three seconds
before I shoot the door in

- Ricky, where's your car?
- It's at Lucy's.

- One!
- Alright, we're gonna go out back.

- Two!

- Bubbles, you distract hi
as if we're still here, alright?

- Three!
- How do I do that Julian?

- Mr. Lahey, please, you'r
e scaring me. Put your gun away.

Someone could get hurt here.

- This is Julian, I've got
everything under control.

Yeah, fuck off Lahey.
This is Ricky.

I've got my hand caught in
the sink and I'm fucking stoned.

Don't shoot the door, you dick

- Bubbles, is that you?

- No this is Julian.
Bubbles is collecting carts.

- Mr. Lahey. - Convicts
on the run. - Convicts?

- Fuck off!
Stop fucking firing.

- Get off Sunnyvale property
. Let's go, come on.

- Okay gentlemen.
Exit the vehicle please.

- Lahey, don't fucking shoot me.
- Hands up.

No sudden movements or I will
shoot. Weapons on the ground.

- Jim listen. We don't hav
e any weapons on us.

- No sudden moves.
Turn that off, please.

Gentlemen, I'm a reasonabl
e man. Do you know what this is?

- Walkie talkie?

- Jesus, what the fuck
was that fucking thing.

It's a stun gun Ricky.

- Didn't I tell you
to turn that off.

- Ow! Fuck!

- Come on, give me the keys.
I'm impounding this vehicle.

- There's no keys for it.
It's like a lawn mower.

- Get out of here!
- Don't, don't.

- Bubbles, clear out.
Clear out.

- Snap out of it, Lahey. What's
wrong with you, you crazy bastard?

- Clear out. We're just doin
g a little park cleaning here.

- You can't fucking retain me.

Lahey, I know you're
watching and can hear me.

Let me the fuck out of here. I swear to
Christ you are goin g to pay for this bullshit

when I fucking break
the fuck out of here!

- Ricky, Ricky, Ricky,
calm down. Ricky,

calm down so I can think
for minute alright? Calm down.

- What do you mean think for a
minute? Look at us for fuck's sakes.

Fucked over, being electromocuted,
the cruise money's fucked,

I'll probably never play
hockey again for fuck's sakes.

All because of Jim Lahey.

- Calm down Ricky.
You guys, calm down. Julian.

- You fucking calm down Randy.

- Listen, Mr. Lahey's goin g crazy here, guys. I've never seen him
-

- What the hell is going o
n here Deputy?

- Nothing is going on here Mr. Lahey.
Just calming the prisoners down.

You put your gun away.

- I left orders to follow
a no mercy policy here.

- Lahey, I have to take a piss
You're losing your fucking mind.

- Permission denied. Go ge
t the delousing powder, Randy.

I'm going to hose
these little fuckers down.

- Mr. Lahey, this is cruel
and unusual punishment

and it's against the law.

- Against the law is it Randy?
Well I am the law.

Go get the chains
and the orange gag balls.

- What the fuck are gag balls.
- You'll find out.

- Jim, can you take time out
for a minute

and think about what
you're doing here, please?

- Julian, I know exactly
what I'm doing here.

- Chains. Bolt cutters.

- Bubbles, where's Julian?
I need to talk to him.

- Oh, it's no problem.
Officer Lahey just locked him up

in his fucking jail shed s
just go visit them, that's fine.

- In his jail? Look, he's no
t even a cop, Bubbles.

I just talked to Lucy's lawyer. He
hasn't been put back on the force.

- That doesn't surprise me
. He's gone out of his mind.

Did you see his hair?

- What are you doing?
- I gotta go break them out.

I've got my chains.
I'm gonna hook it to the thing

- Bubbles, Bubbles.
I got something to tell you.

- Oh yeah, what is it Randy? We're
not cops. I already knew that.

I'm going to break the boys ou
t right now.

You try to stop me,
I fucking dare you.

- Relax, relax, relax Bubbles.
Everything's gotten way out of control here.

- Yeah, no kidding. I'm callin
g the cops in. Right now.

The real cops. Not the crazy
,

fake, trailer park drunk,
fat gut, crazy cops.

- Bubbles, you can't call
the cops in.

- Why not?!

- Because the real cops woul
d humiliate Mr. Lahey.

It might push him
right over the edge.

Listen, I'll get your go-kar
t back for you,

and I got a plan,
but I need your help.

- You'll get my go-kart
back for me?

- I'll get it back.

- What's your plan then?
Let's do it.

- Good timing, Deputy.

- Mr. Lahey. Can you help me
fix the tear in my pants?

- Back to headquarters Randy
. I'll see what I can do.

- Thanks, Mr. Lahey.

- How did you do this, Randy

- I caught them on... when I was
jumping the fence, Mr. Lahey

- They're not torn Randy.
They've been cut.

- No, no, I tore them
on the fence.

- What's going on here, Randy?
- Nothing, I just tore my pants.

- You said that.
Something smells fishy here.

- Stay calm boys. I'm goin
g to get you out of here.

Be quiet, Ricky. Be quiet.

I got it. We've got to be quiet.

Quiet. It's all right.
Randy is distracting Lahey

We just gotta keep quiet.

- Don't fucking move.

- Mr. Lahey, calm down.
Everything is going to be okay

I called the police, Mr. Lahey
. You left me no choice.

- You called the police Randy?
- Yes.

- That was a very unfortunat
e decision boy.

- Boys, Randy told me that
somebody who thinks he's a cop

isn't actually a cop.
He's just a drunk lunatic,

so just don't do anything
that's going to, Ricky -

- Put a gun to my head, yo
u delusional drunk bastard.

- All I ever wanted was
a little bit of order

in the park, Randy.
Make it a nice place to live

One day you're a cop,

and one day they take it
all away from you.

I fucked up.

Are they going to send me
to jail?

- Fucking right you're going
to jail! I'm gonna -

- Frig off.

- Boys, listen, listen, listen
. The cops are coming.

Bubbles, get him out of here
before he goes to jail.

- Julian, we've got
to work out a deal here.

We can't let Mr. Lahey
go back to jail.

You know what they do
to ex-cops in jail.

We'll do anything,
right, Mr. Lahey.

- Help me, Julian.

- Jim.

- Little too heavy
on the booze, eh?

Just a...

Just one more little
drinkee poo.

Please, Julian.
For ol' times sake.

- Get these fucking chains
off me, Jim.

- What's going on here, boys
? We had reports of gun shots.

- Gunshots?
Geez, I can explain that.

Corey and Trevor,
they set a fire cracker off.

They were just celebrating
. They had a little too much..

- Celebrating what?

- Mr. Lahey is donating
3,000 dollars

to the Sunnyvale Trailer Par k
street hockey team, aren't you, Jim?

- Yeah, that's right Julian.
Is credit card okay?

- I prefer cash in advance but that
shouldn't be a problem, should it?

- No, no problem,
right Mr. Lahey?

- Whatever you think
is fair Julian.

- Didn't think so. Anyway
Officer, sorry about the mix up.

- Jim, why are you
in your old police uniform

- We're practicing
for a play at the...

- Blandford Recreation Centre.

- Hmm, nice fake.

That's your real badge, Jim.

I'm going to have
to confiscate that.

- No, not my badge.

- Sorry, Jim. I can't let
you wander around drunk

impersonating a police officer
. Give me the badge.

- I had two drinks.

- And get rid of the hair,
it looks ridiculous.

- Copy that. I'll be there i
n two. Julian, that's it for now

I might have to come by later,
get information for my report.

What time will you be in?

- I usually make dinner around
6. You can catch me then.

- Copy that. Gentlemen.

- Your hair looks fine,
Mr. Lahey.

- What do you want Julian?

- I got this back for you.

- Thanks Julian.

- Just don't put it on, or
it's going to be my ass alright?

- Deal.

- Thanks, Jim.

- Julian, I can't believe you let
that shit fuck up our game today.

- Listen, we reserved cruise tickets on
time so shut up and let's play hockey.

- Game on.

- Let's go.

- Go Ricky. Scores!

- Shit man, shit.