Drifter
- Year:
- 2016
- 86 min
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We're taking everything.
Food... guns... bullets...
Mm-hmm.
We're taking everything.
Food... guns... bullets...
Okay.
Food... guns... bullets...
The f*** you are.
What'd you say?
Is it bad?
It's not good.
See, no hospital.
Son of a b*tch,
come on, mother f***er.
You gotta
be kidding me, let's go.
There we go!
If I never saw the sun again,
I don't think I'd mind.
You mad at me?
Huh?
Your hand feels better,
don't it?
A little...
That really hurt.
Yeah I never said it wouldn't.
Here, drink up, here.
Drink this. Drink it.
I'll get it.
- Forgive me?
- Yeah, I forgive you.
Rock 'n roll.
You day dreaming?
Miles?
No.
Then what the hell
are you doing?
Just thinking about
where we're going, that's all.
Just thinking if it's worth it,
that's all.
Worth it?
I'm just saying.
Be very f***ing careful about
the next words outta your mouth.
Elaborate.
Elaborate?
Listen up, Miles...
...and open your goddamn ears.
Look around, what do you see?
It's a wasteland.
There are no more rules.
People do whatever they want.
It's complete chaos.
has left is his pride.
And that was
taken from both of us.
Maybe that man regrets
what he did to our father.
But I can bet your ass
he wasn't regretting sh*t
when he stuck that knife
into his stomach and drove off.
Now I'm gonna make sure he never
You wanna keep acting
like a child and not take part?
I'll leave you
With whatever the f***'s
lurking out here.
Maybe that'll teach you
to be a man.
Quit that sh*t!
You wanna be serious?
You better readjust
your f***ing brain cells.
Cause that sh*t
you just said to me?
Put it to sleep, Miles.
Okay?
Come here.
You know what?
You're gonna be okay.
After all this is done...
we're both gonna be okay.
All right?
I promise.
Where'd this chump
find a working car?
Don't matter, I want it
Wakey, wakey.
Now get outta the car...
before I blow the f*** outta you.
Nice car.
Really nice car!
Just not your lucky day dum dum.
Huh?
What happened to your hand?
All right.
Easy...
First, I'm gonna put a bullet
in that stupid f***ing
face of yours.
Then we're gonna steal your car.
And then my friends and I are
gonna be on our merry little way.
That sound good to you buddy?
I think that's a yes, boys.
Hey, Leary.
Let's take the car and go.
What?
He's good, he can't hurt us.
Let's just take the car.
I'm sorry, did you have
something to f***ing say?
Nah.
Disco.
Open your mouth.
- Open your f***ing mouth, now.
- Hey, Leary.
Come on, buddy,
you're making this harder than it has to be.
- Hey, Leary!
- What!
Look.
What the f***?
Hey!
This one yours?
This little puppy!
Well, come over here and watch
me put 'em to f***ing sleep!
Hey, man, be cool. Be cool.
No more.
What?
Please?
Take your clothes off.
What?
Take your clothes off.
Take your f***ing clothes off!
Get outta here.
Run!
You all right?
No, Dom. I ain't all right.
Miles...
Why didn't you call for me
when they were attacking you?
Hmm? Why didn't you yell?
I don't know.
Lemme see you.
Miles, you've gotta learn
to take care of yourself.
This can't keep happening.
What if I'm not here one day?
Huh?
Well, everything happens
for a reason, I believe that.
Do you?
Yup.
It's time to get you
to a hospital.
Hey...
Dom?
What are you doing?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
They killed them all.
Miles, stay in the goddamn car!
Who killed who?
And they're gonna kill you, too.
- Dom...
- Shut up!
What was that about?
I don't know
and I don't wanna know.
Dominic...
Dominic...
Look.
Looks...
...deserted...
Hey.
My brother's hurt,
he needs a doctor.
There anyone here
who can do that?
I asked you a question, man.
Hey.
I can give you some food.
We have plenty.
Whaddya say?
Why'd you do that?
Put your hands up
so I can see them.
Son of a b*tch!
You're gonna need a morgue if you
don't put your hands up right now!
- Put your hands up!
- Goddamn it!
Stand up.
Kick the gun to the side.
Turn around.
Slow.
Who are you?
He needs some help.
Help me get him outta the car.
Get him inside.
Here, put him here.
Give me the bucket!
What's his name?
- Miles.
- Miles.
My name's Vijah... Okay?
I'm gonna help
clean up your hand.
You have some debris. Okay,
I'm gonna have to dig it out.
It's gonna hurt
so don't scream.
Can you keep
your hand over his mouth!
Very good, Miles.
You don't look like brothers.
Am I supposed to
say something to that?
Why are you being so difficult?
- I'm not.
- I'm trying to help you guys.
I know.
You didn't see another car
come through here did you?
No.
I usually stay inside.
Away from town.
Away from the sun.
But there's other people
that live here right?
Not anybody that you wanna know.
Then why do you stay?
What happened to him?
Having a car's like
asking for trouble.
And, ya know,
he's a little slow.
Slow?
Yeah.
His head.
You know.
Here.
Thank you.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna find the guy
who slashed our tires
and then we're gonna put
the pedal to the metal
and get the f*** outta dodge.
- Is that right?
- Yeah it's a fact.
You can't just wander
around this town okay?
Oh, yeah?
Why's that?
Cause Doyle won't like it.
- Who's that?
- Just... Please, just wait.
Just wait, just wait...
just let me...
Listen, doc, I don't need you
- telling me what to do.
- I'm sorry, I can't do it!
Don't f***ing try to
stop me again, okay!
Thank you for my brother.
Hi.
Doyle won't be happy.
Who?
My name's Sasha.
What's your name?
What do you want?
That's for me to know
and you to find out.
- What are you doing?
- Let's go for a drive.
Nah, I'm okay.
Can't we just sit?
Listen, Sasha?
Get outta my car.
Please?
- You wanna sit in the car?
- Yeah.
Whoo!
Having fun?
Whaddya looking at?
Uh...
Nothing.
Hide!
You touching my girl?
Mesmerizing face isn't it?
Can stare at that all day.
Get out here, baby.
Where'd you get
the working car, brotha?
Huh?
Uh-oh, uh-oh...
You mind if I take it
for a spin?
You touched my girl.
Now we have to get violent.
It's too bad, really.
You had such a pretty face.
Baby? Watch this f***er.
- What's going on?
- Get in the kitchen. Come on.
- What's going on?
- Come on, please.
- Is it Dom?!
- No, it's fine!
- Is it Dom?!
- Miles...
What is it?!
You're the main event, boy.
You trespassing.
- He's hurt, Latos.
- B*tch, was I f***ing speaking to you?!
He's my...
He's my...
He's my... he's my...
I wanna hear you say it!
He's my brother.
Brothers?
Now ain't that a kick.
Doyle wouldn't be too happy...
...you hiding a couple drifters,
now would he?
Now...
we have an audience.
Tie em down!
I said, tie em down.
Tie em down!
Watch.
I want you to watch.
You keep that f***ing face
right there.
Watch it... Watch it...
Watch it...
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