Eastbound & Down (2009–2013): Season 4, Episode 4 - Chapter 25 - full transcript

Brennan, did you fart in here?

- No. No, no.
- It stinks. You got a stinky ass.

- No, I don't.
- You're a bad boy.

Fuck me.

Shit.

I feel so much better.

I went potty.
Are we ready?

Yeah. I got everything
loaded in.

- Kids are strapped together.
- Good.

Got a bottle of water for you.

OK. Honey, what is that
on your face?



- Uhh... what?
- That mark. Is that a bruise?

I don't know.
No... I don't know.

- Did someone hit you?
- No...

No. Nobody hit me.

Oh, OK. So I'm crazy?

There's a bruise on your jaw.
Who did this to you?

- Gene?
- It's nobo... it's nobody.

Fine. I'll count to three.
One...

- Two...
- Come on.

- All right. It's OK...
- Two and a half...

OK. Kenny Powers.

- Kenny did this?
- Yeah.

- We were...
- Were you being bullied?

No. We were singing
and rapping



and we were playing...
doing a scene from Rocky

and he...
knocked me...

You were doing
a scene from Rocky?

- And he hit you?
- For... as a joke, yeah.

No. I don't think so.

- I'm gonna call April.
- No, no. Hey. No, no.

- We'll clear this up.
- Do not talk to April.

I will talk to April if I want.

- Hey, I will handle this.
- I'd love to see that.

- I can.
- Can you handle it?

Yes, yes. I can handle it.

- Now will you just let it go?
- OK.

For now, I will let it go.
All right? Let's go.

We have to stop at
the gas station.

I'm all out of pads.

In most of nature, the alpha
is the strongest of the pack.

Creature of immense strength,
large in size.

A leader from birth.

Hippos, bumble bees,
Wayans Brothers...

Most of the time, they just look
to the biggest amongst them.

But not all alphas are born,
children.

Some animals become great.

They use they mind,
form respect

and build alliances.

Your father has recently
used this technique

to stunning effect.

It is now your turn, my son.
Feed his desires.

Give Dakota this
chicken chow mein.

There you go.

Don't be scared, Toby.
No fear.

You are his master.

Toby, goddammit, he ain't
gonna be able to reach that.

And that's not even feeding him.
You're cock teasing him.

It's the Ultimate Sports Sesh

Double Dog Challenge.

And right now it looks like
it's come down

to a two man race.

And now it's the
breakfast of champions.

The apple pie, whipped cream,

followed by downing
a can of beer.

Here comes Kenny Powers

through the birth canal.

It looks like it's gonna be
Jed Forney and Guy Young

in a dead heat around
the baseball bat spin.

Powers is bibbing up.
Jimmy Clay's with a can of beer.

Now atop the balance beam,

duel's underway
and down goes Guy Young.

Jed Forney on his way
to the pyramid.

Three steps the top.
Two, one. He's there.

He reaches for the flag.

- He's won.
- Yeah!

Jed Forney,

the winner of
the Ultimate Sports Sesh

Double Dog Challenge.

Good race, man.

We'll be back
with more Sports Sesh

right after this.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

What the fuck were you
thinking about?

How you gonna beat Guy Young
on his own show?

Fuck. So stupid.

- Just a idiot.
- You guys are hilarious.

Do you really think Guy Young's
gonna be upset with you

because you beat him on a silly
little obstacle course?

- You don't know Guy Young.
- Uh, excuse me.

I played baseball
with the motherfucker.

- I think I know Guy Young.
- This ain't baseball.

That was a long time ago,
Kenny.

Guy's the sorest loser there is.

Throws a damn fit.

Ask Dontel
if you don't believe me.

Oh, an ex-embittered employee.

I'm sure he's a great
judge of character.

Well, ask Rodney.
He ain't no trash talker.

- Tell him.
- Tell him, Rodney.

- He can be fucked up.
- Yeah?

Come on, man. You and I
are show mates, dude.

I got your back. I'll make sure
nobody fucks with you.

Thanks, Kenny.
That means a lot.

- KP.
- Saved you a seat, homeboy.

KP has found his niche.

He is hysterical out there.
They're loving you, my man.

Oh yeah, dog.
I'm loving my stage charisma.

Well, I like it too.

I like it too.
I'm glad you're here, KP.

I don't wanna sound weird, Guy.

But, I mean, you're just...

...fastly becoming...

...my very best friend, dude.

I don't just throw that around.

You know,
I had a very best friend.

He passed away suddenly.
Overdose of cocaine.

He was all alone by himself
in his apartment.

After my experiences
with Shane Dog,

I, uh...

I never thought I'd have a very
best friend like him again.

Best friends
are very cool to be.

Pff. Fucking very best friends
are fucking dope to be.

What are you doing
this weekend?

Me? I need to check
my Palm Pilot.

But I think I'm just chilling.

Yeah? I'm hosting
a charity event.

It's the Dragon Boat Classic.

Oh, Dragon Boat.

That sounds like that might be
Asian in origin, am I correct?

Ah, so it is.

So what do you say, you wanna go
into battle with me, KP, huh?

You wanna be on my row team?

Because of my martial arts
training,

my muscles are tuned to excel
at oriental activities.

How much does it pay?

No, we don't get paid.

It's charity work, Kenny.

All you gotta do is pick
the charity of your choice

and we're good to go.

Look, I'm not gonna be crazy,
all right.

I'll take this friendship slow

but you've really
turned my life around.

The least I can do is join you
in this charitable battle.

I love it.

OK. Come on.

Get back,
back, back, back, back.

Ten seconds to blast-off.

It's gonna be so awesome.

Stevie.

This isn't play time.

I'd love to discuss something
with you, ASAP.

I need you to find me
a charity that I can represent

for this goddamn Dragon Boat
shit I got going on.

Shut up!

- The fuck?
- Sorry about my kids.

I just realized
that I cannot control them.

Stevie, I need you to
fucking focus up, all right?

I just need you to come up
with a goddamn good cause

I can put my name on.
I need something fucking dope

and I need it quick.

And I know you got
a one track mind right now

so don't be
coming at me with some

"Save the Limp Dick Foundation."

Ah. That was what
I was gonna say.

"Save the Limp Dick."
Speaking of,

I went to
the dick doctor today,

and he said that my problem
is 100 percent mental.

So, that's a positive, right?

No! Obviously not because
if it was physical

you could unclog a tube

and then I can get back
to everyday love making.

Scientifically speaking
what's probably going on here

with the fucking
downstairs business is

your boner muscles are looking
at yourself in the mirror

and they're saying, "Jesus
Christ, there's no way in hell

that any woman is ever
gonna fucking let me pump her."

That makes sense, Kenny

I mean, you put zero
to no effort

into your personal appearance.

I mean, maybe try spending more
than six bucks on a haircut.

You know? Buy shirts that aren't
fucking plum colored.

You don't like plum?

Let the dick guide you,
all right?

The dick knows
what it wants to wear.

And right now,
the dick wants to be a hunk.

New clothes.
New wardrobe. New Stevie.

Mm-hmm.

The dick wants to be a hunk.

Aw, yeah. That's right.

Look at you sexy motherfuckers.

Oh. So sweaty, so raw, so real.

Aw, yeah. Dutch angles.

Rule of thirds up in here.

Pa-pow. That's some Amores Perros
right there, motherfucker.

I want y'all to pretend
that you're digging up

the ancient city of El Dorado.

And once you find
these jewels and treasures

it will save your
entire village.

- Kenny.
- Hey, wheel barrow one.

Pretend like there's a
Chupacabra chasing your ass.

- There you go, faster.
- Baby.

Has Gene and Tel
been weird to you at all?

Nah, just boring as usual.

I found out that
they had spaghetti night

- without us on Wednesday.
- How could they do that?

I mean, we practically
invented spaghetti night.

Viv let it slip.

I swear something's
going on with them.

Well, you know,
I didn't wanna say anything

but Gene has been fibbing
like a motherfucker lately.

Like what?

Like making up lies about
people's relationships.

Just kind of out of the blue.

With, like,
nothing to base it on.

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah, like the other day

he was coming to me
talking about Tel.

Saying how Tel's, like,
been going online

doing Chatroulette
trying to get dick sucks.

And it's like, Tel?

He like, loves his wife

and he doesn't even know
how to use Chatroulette.

That makes me just question,
like, maybe Gene's

not that happy
in his own marriage.

- Well, he's... he's with Dixie.
- Gross

You know what? I think that she was very
judgy about my drinking at the waterpark.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- I just figured it out.
- What?

I bet, because
you were drinking,

you probably somehow
offended her

and now she's trying to
turn that shit against you.

- Shit.
- Isolate us out

in the goddamn neighborhood
and pull this.

- I knew it. Fuck them?
- Fuck them.

- Yeah.
- Look at all the wonderful things

happening for us.
We're rich as fuck.

We got a goddamn
army of workers here.

We're happier than
we've ever been, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- You see this one right here?

You see that little broach
on TT's neck there?

That used to belong to your
great-grandmother.

I used it as an incentive
yesterday for the workers

to see who could do the
best work and he won.

TT dug the most.

I'm thinking I can...
if I get enough loft

- I can get it over that bunker.
- It looks...if you can do the bounce.

What's the word, mean Gene?

How's that jaw feeling,
slugger?

You didn't punch me that hard
so it doesn't hurt that bad.

Fucking pussy.

Look, I know shit got
out of hand the other night.

We all got a little crazy.

Drugs, sex, incest.

All right. Let's just relive
the whole evening, Tel.

I was there, motherfucker.
All right?

I know what happened.
Guess what?

I also saw some suspicious
and provocative

behaviors on your half, too.

And I could talk about
those if I wanted to.

What are you talking about, man?
We didn't do anything.

Yeah. I know.
That's what I'm saying, dude.

Neither did I.
No one did anything.

- Fine.
- So let's just drop it.

- Good.
- I know you and Dixie

have been having
little spaghetti nights

and not inviting us.
Yeah. So what.

I don't give a fuck. All right?
But you hurt April's feelings.

And that shit
don't fly with me.

Let's leave the spouses
out of it. Do you hear me?

- OK.
- Leave the fucking spouses out if it!

All right, dude.
Chill.

- Now you, Tel.
- I'm sorry.

You got any fucking change?
Where's your fucking change at?

- What do you need change for?
- I'm trying to get a pink lemonade

in this motherfucker. Give me
your money, you guys got change?

No. I got no money on me.

I'll fucking deport you
back to Mexico city.

How will you guys play golf
without a fucking ball?

Come on.

I never... have been so
disgusted by two men's behavior.

Leave the spouses out of it,
you fucking bullies.

Which clubs are yours, Gene?
These red ones?

Yeah, those are mine.
That's my TaylorMades.

- Ho-ho!
- Hey.

Goddamn, dude. Why you taking me
onto the set of City of God, man?

This place isn't gentrified
for a reason.

Hold on. I think
you're gonna like this.

I better like it. The Dragon
Boat race is almost here.

It's right here.
Check it out.

What the hell is this?

All these kids
have AIDS or something?

No. They're poor.
You keep them off the hood

by teaching them baseball.

Little black kids playing sports
isn't a hot button issue.

No one's gonna give a fuck about
this at the Dragon Boat race.

Man, I'm going up against
some heavy hitters, dude.

AIDS. Fucking rainforests.
Cystic Fibrosis.

Don't underestimate the cause.
It's got a lot of potential.

Who knows. One of these kids
could be the next Babe Ruth.

Well, I wanted the next
Rock Hudson or Liberace.

Jesus Christ.
Guy Young has AIDS!

Why can't I get AIDS?!
I want fucking AIDS!

Look, AIDS is harder to get
than you think.

Every celebrity
with a butthole wants AIDS.

But this is not the 1980's.

You can't just sit
on a toilet seat and get AIDS.

This, though,
everyone loves poor black kids.

Different Strokes,
Dangerous Minds, Urkel.

White guilt, man.
Get with the program.

No, I know. Box office returns
on Blindside were huge.

I'm highly disappointed in your
efforts here but I will make it work.

Sorry. I hate when
I disappoint you, Kenny.

I'm just all torn up about
my fucking dick and balls.

Well, homes. Look, man,

it's gonna take more
than one polo shirt

to change your confidence,
all right?

Dude, you're being very nerdy
with your clothes picking.

No wonder your dick's
not getting hard, dude.

Probably can't even breathe
in there.

Polyester pleats.
You fucking jackass.

I'm sorry I failed you.

The only thing
that would make me happy

is if all these kids had AIDS.

And to think,

you were sweating
spaghetti and meatballs

with Gene and Dixie and now
look at your fine ass.

This is upper-class.

- This is the elite.
- OK.

We need to make sure they
realize that we are one of them.

- I need your linguistics to be on point.
- OK. Mm-hmm.

Talk about finances. Talk about
ancient affairs. Industrialism.

I need you to be the fucking Bill
O'Reilly with tits in there.

- OK.
- OK?

Do you have a napkin on you?

Step forward.

Now you're ready to sizzle.

Let's be elite.

- Well, hello, everybody.
- He looks like fucking Neo, doesn't he?

- He does.
- It's fucking cool.

It has been said that the Dragon Boat
racers of old were so competitive

that they would strike
each other with bamboo

in order to drown each other,

for the soul purpose of claiming
victory for the mighty dragon deity.

I, along with many
of my dear friends here...

I see Kenny P in the house.

Hey.

We... we're honored to be
manning this beautiful vessel

for our respective charities.

Mine being Guy's AIDS.
What's yours again, KP?

Just Little Black Kids.

Little Black Kids.

And now,

let's officially
get the festivities started.

Priest Shen-Quan.
Did I say that correctly?

Shen-Quan? Will be conducting
the "Awakening of the Dragon."

- The bell is for symbolisms.
- Oh.

- What he said. Let's party!
- Yeah!

- April. What a pleasure.
- So flattering.

So beautiful.

- Thank you.
- Just gorgeous.

April, what do you say
us girls go get a drink?

- Oh, OK. Yes.
- Leave these two to it.

OK.

Wow. She is stunning, Kenny. How'd
you land somebody like that?

Ah, I fucked with her head
for a while. Never fails.

- I love it.
- Yours is pretty ravishing, as well.

She looks like that lady
from Transformers.

I met her in a bathroom stall.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

I guess we're both
a couple of cocksman, huh?

- Hell yeah.
- Holla.

- Holla.
- Hey, oh.

- There he is.
- Oh boy.

Look who's coming.
My goodness.

Salt and pepper's here.

- How you doing?
- How are you, buddy?

- Good, good, good.
- What's the word?

- Hi.
- Hello, Cheryl. How are you?

Hey, my wife here brought
her famous peach cobbler.

Yes, I did. I told you last time
we met I'd bring you some.

I remember, Cheryl. And I'm
looking forward to that cobbler.

Why don't you go put it over there
by the other baked confections.

Then I'm gonna dive into it
a little later.

- I'll be there in a second.
- Wonderful to see you, baby.

Well, I told her
I'd take her down to by water

and whisper sweet nothings
into her ear.

Whoo.

If I get lucky, she might...

drop a digit in my bunghole.

- You're talking ass-play?
- Butthole.

- Oh, man.
- If we're in the water, don't even bother.

That means something's happening.

- Go get 'em, tiger.
- Get after it.

Ah, Jed Forney.
Ugh, God.

Ah, Forney's all right.

No, he's not, man. The motherfucking
guy's lame and he's dull.

And he's an ass-kiss.
And his wife brings in cobbler?

Like, I got Sweet Lady Jane
flown in from LA.

You know? I'm not gonna eat
that bullshit cobbler.

No, I know. It's like,
in Tupperware.

The presentation
is obviously not up to snuff.

She reminds me
of my little brother.

- What does that mean?
- His wife, man.

Looks like a boy. With her
little short hair and no tits

and a flat ass
and little boy legs.

And short little
fucking... boy fingers.

Like a little
Dennis the Menace.

Disgusting, man. I don't even
wanna think about them having sex.

All right. I'm gonna have to hobnob
with some of the big donors.

- OK, sure.
- I'll catch you later, baby.

All right? Champion.
Thank you for coming.

Mos def, mos def.

Kemosabe.
You're showing brain.

Your scrotum and some of your testicles
are leaking out of your diaper there.

Hello, everyone and
welcome to Kenny Powers'

Extra Innings After School
Baseball Class.

And now, here is Kenny Powers.

Whoa. Whooo.

Word.

- Fresh.
- Dope.

- Pay-puh.
- Jams.

- Badonkadonks.
- Street talk.

That's what we're here for
today, you guys.

I know what you guys
are thinking.

"Who the hell this cracker
think he is?"

"Walking up in here,
this honkey motherfucker."

Well, don't be thinking
that kind of stuff, guys.

Don't be racist.

Because this cracker-ass
honkey motherfucker...

...from this day forward
is now the face of you guys.

I've chosen to battle
on your behalf

in the celebrity charity
Dragon Boat race.

There's gonna be other
causes that,

frankly are way more
interesting than you guys.

Things like Lyme's disease
and cleft palates

and war torn countries
and rainforests.

Breast cancer... for teens.

But don't let that scare you.

Because I'm gonna make a promise
to each and every one of you

that when I got out there

- I will win.
- Belee dat.

Steven, I got this, OK?

I'm here to amend for the
atrocities of my ancestors.

You think I'm proud to come from a fucking
powdered wig wooden teeth motherfucker?

Fucking George Washington
didn't do shit.

He can suck my fucking dick.
I fucking hate that faggot.

That's street talk, y'all.

Hope y'all can get
where we're coming from.

- We're keeping this real.
- So look.

I'm looking around at this fucking
baseball park and it sucks. I get it, man.

There's a goddamn swamp
in the outfield.

There's a used tampon
stuck to second base.

But now that I'm your leader,
all that shit's about to change.

I'll crush those other charities
in the Dragon Boat race

and when I do I will
bring back that skrilla.

That cash money.
And I'll spend it here.

We getting a goddamn
brand new couch.

We're gonna change your lives.

And I have a feeling
that right now,

- the change has begun.
- Hallelujah.

Get ready for victory.
You're with a champion now.

What are you, an audience
or an oil painting?

Seriously? Gene and Dixie
are having guests over again.

I don't get it.
What is their deal?

I have to go over there and see
what the problem is. I do.

April, don't do it. You're
playing right into their hands.

This is the exact sort of
reaction they're hoping for.

Well, if they have an issue, Kenny,
then they need to fucking spill it.

Yeah. They've ruffled
your feathers, I know.

Will you please go with me?

You sure you just don't wanna
send a text or an email?

No.
That's not gonna work.

Just go over in person.

Kenny, I'm not playing around.

There he is.
Here he comes.

- Here it is.
- Tel cut the cheese.

- Hi. Hi, Dixie.
- Whoa. Uh, hello.

- Hello.
- Um, hi, everybody.

- This won't take long.
- Sure.

Um, how have your
two dinner parties been

in the last two weeks?

I've just... I've seen
everybody come over here.

I don't think I got the invitation.
I think it got lost in spam.

Sorry, April. I don't know if
this is a joke that you're doing.

- It's very passive aggressive.
- This isn't a joke.

This isn't a joke.
I'm very angry with you.

- Well...
- I'm very upset because I feel

- left out. I've been
a very good friend to you. - OK.

You're a very good friend,
but my problem is...

- You know what? I know what it is.
- What is that?

You were upset with me for getting drunk
at the water park in front of the kids.

- Yeah. Um, that's not what I was
upset about. At all. - OK. Well, then...

Well, then what's the problem?

My big problem is your husband.

Your husband punched
my husband right in the face.

- Excuse me.
- It's true.

He punched me.
He hit me right in the mouth.

- Tall tale.
- Please don't lie.

- That's a tall tale.
- What?

- These are fabrications.
- Yes, you did!

You hit me in the mouth.

One at a time.
One at a time.

- You punched me in the mouth!
- One at a time.

In this house,
we speak one at a time.

OK, fine.
Shut up, Gene. I'll talk.

God. One at a time.

All right. Some stuff happened
at the Congo Canyon Water Park

that I haven't been
100% honest about.

- Damn right.
- After you guys went to bed,

the fellas and I were down at the
bar and we were having some drinks.

We ran into some fans of mine.

And they invited us up to
their hotel room to party.

We got up there and the party was
definitely a little more intense

than any of us had anticipated.

There were girls there.

And Gene had unprotected oral
sex with one of the girls.

- What?!
- What?

- Gene.
- Yeah.

Gene fucked a girl in her ass.

- That is a lie and you know it.
- No, you did, Gene.

- What?
- He... I came into...

- I came into the room.
- Hold on, man.

As soon as I did, I saw him.
I said, "Gene, you're married."

Bam! Punched him in his face
because it upset me.

- I didn't wanna see that.
- Are you fucking nuts, man?

I didn't have sex with anybody.
Tel, could you back me up,

- please?
- Absolutely.

Sit your fucking ass
down right now. Tel.

- You sat there and
watched it fucking happen. - Tel!

You jerked off. He sat there and
let it happen and got off on it.

The worst thing you said that
happened was the cocaine.

What?! Cocaine?!
Cocaine is drugs.

I didn't do any cocaine though.
There was cocaine there.

- Yeah, right, Gene.
- I don't know why I didn't tell you.

- ...don't fucking tell me about!
- Hey!

- What didn't you tell me about?
- I didn't do anything!

- Would you say something here,
Kenny, please? - Coked out dick!

- Coke dick. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
- I didn't do anything!

- Eat your fucking cheese, you rat. Eat it!
- Fuck you.

I ha... I hate you.
I hate you.

Dix. I didn't do
any drugs, Dix. Come on!

Dix!

This is the cost of lies, guys.

This is when we aren't faithful to
the ones that we make promises to.

I think it's probably best if we
just end spaghetti night now, OK?

Let's go. Tel, get up.
Get the fuck out of here.

Let's go.

- I love you so much.
- I love you too.

Hey.

Kenny P.
What's up, champion?

- Spicy. What's happening, baby?
- KP, yeah. How you feeling?

- Wonderful, man. Wonderful.
- All right. Soak it in.

There it is. There's
your ball field today.

You ready to strike
some motherfuckers out?

Yo.

Guy Young and Kenny Flowers.

- What's up, Dontel?
- Ah. Dontel, Dontel.

How's the job hunt going?

Don't worry. They still take food
stamps here at the concession stand.

- - Hey, on the real tip, I wanted
to apologize to you, Dontel.

I'm so sorry I ruined
your whole entire fucking life.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

- Must be a tough break, kid.
- Burn!

Na-na-na-na. Ain't no thang
but a chicken wing.

Truth be told, man,
I feel sorry for you.

Having to work for this
insecure backstabbing asshole.

I ain't telling you nothing
you don't already know, right?

Look at you, man. Come on.
You're just obsessed with me.

- Nah.
- You want to butt fuck me at the charity event?

- Is that what you want?
- Nah.

You got it all wrong, bruh. See
I know why you cut me out, Guy.

Yeah, why's that?

Because you saw the beauty

of my black ass coming for you.

But, hey...

Today's about the charities.

About the kids. About AIDS.
And about having a good time.

So we just gonna
put a pin in that for now.

- Peace, bitches.
- Bye, Dontel.

You fucking loser.
All of you.

And that's why we're here. To show
Dontel that he's a fucking loser.

Because losers always forget.

Hell yeah, they do.

Let's smash these
fucking losers so hard,

their charities
don't get a goddamn dime.

Hey, hey.
Jed, hold up for a second.

Let me help you with that.

Thank you kindly there, Kenny.

- There you go, bud.
- You're a good man.

Guy.

You look real comfortable stroking
that black thing like that.

Look like
Dontel in your hand.

On you mark.

Get set.

In your positions!

And they're off.

- The Dragon Boat Charity Challenge is on.
- Come on, let's go!

Come on now.

Dragon Boat number
one is off to an early lead.

- Let's go, move it.
- Come on, keep it together.

Let's go, let's go!

Dragon Boat
number two slowly catching up.

Come on.

Push it, guys.
Push it, push it.

Dragon Boat
number two picking up steam.

Dragon Boat number two catching
up to Dragon Boat number one.

What the fuck. Come on, Forney.
You're slowing us down.

- I'm doing my best, Guy.
- Dragon Boat number two catching up.

- Ha-ha. Bye, Guy.
- It's neck in neck now.

Goddamn it, Forney.
Stay in rhythm.

You biscuits-n-gravy
eating motherfucker.

- I'm trying, all right.
- I thought you were a racer.

- I am.
- You're gonna make us lose.

- KP.
- What?!

- Get him out of the boat.
Get Forney out of the boat. - What?

- Are you fucking kidding?
- Get him out of the boat right now.

- He's dead weight.
- No.

Get him out
of the fucking boat.

Come on, Kenny. No.
Hey, hey!

Dragon Boat
number one threw

- a member out of the boat.
- Yeah.

Dragon Boat number
one is clearly faster now.

Go! Go!

It's Dragon Boat
number one for the win!

Suck that dick.
Suck it.

Look at that
little dip-de-doo.

Forney almost
blew it for us, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- You did good, Kenny, huh?

- Feels nice to win.
- Oh yeah. It feels great.

All right. Well, why don't you shower up.

- 'Cause we're going dancing tonight.
- There we go.

Enemies can appear
in our lives out of nowhere.

A stranger who cuts you off
in traffic.

A dude who looks at you weird
in the men's room.

Or treasured friends
who betray you out of jealousy.

But when enemies do rise up,

they must be dealt with
decisively, on animal instinct.

Are the kids in bed?

Si.

Good.
'Cause the dick is back.

Mortals falter. Kings act.

And the mortal who acts...

Well, that motherfucker
becomes king.