Kills on Wheels Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 103 min
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I know.
Wanna see a movie?
- No.
- Not like this. I'd change first.
You don't have to change.
What's wrong now?
He doesn't like me going to
movies with you.
How come? We've been before.
He proposed.
I'm marrying him.
What?
I'm marrying him.
Look at that! Holy sh*t!
F***, the other one's coming!
Listen, go get those shits.
You hear me? Go get them!
Son of a b*tch!
Come out!
Hey. guys.
Boys, want to join us
in decorating pots?
We're doing comics this month.
What kind of comics?
It's about us.
- And a fireman.
- Uh-huh.
- Let me know if you need help.
- OK, we will.
Here's the overpass photo.
What should I do?
Do the details here by the tree.
- What? You stole bread?
- I have no money.
- What're you doing?
- I'm fighting fire, dammit!
He shot my leg!
What the hell, man?
What's with your face, Rupaszov?
It looks bad.
Not an easy job?
It's fine. But 4 guys came.
- 4?
- Yeah.
But relax. They're finished.
All four?
- You need to pay me more, huh?
- It's all in there?
Yeah.
OK, relax. When didn't I pay you?
Here's your money, goddammit.
They were surprised to see
a crippled dick like you, huh?
- How did you get them all?
- I was annoyed.
Annoyed?
Now I can't count?
One dog's missing.
They were really nasty to him.
They hit me too, but I settled it.
It seems they're getting rougher.
What? No couch?
- Lovely pillow.
- Oh yeah?
You...
you got balls, Rupaszov.
That's important.
And they'll believe the wheelchair trick
every time. It works.
We gotta catch their boss, Tni.
but it's covered.
The bigger problem is Tni's lawyer.
That slimy cock always
has bodyguards,
only meets in public...
Me and my men can't go there.
The cops would be all over us.
Get him first, then
we'll see about the rest.
If you pay well, no problem.
- Nobody knows about us, right?
- Nobody.
'Cause if someone does,
you're finished, you know.
- OK, then.
- Got any coke?
Are you kidding?
F*** off.
Let's go!
- When's your next session?
- Thursday, I think.
- See you then.
- Okay.
- Hi, Zsuzsi.
- Hey.
- Are you stable?
- Yeah, I think so.
- I'll be back soon.
- OK.
Come with me to room 13, OK?
- These would look good on you.
- What do you want?
We want to keep working with you.
Oh, please.
- I didn't call the cops.
- 'Cause you're scared of me.
Yeah, but fear is nice.
Let's forget we met.
You're the first person
to say I'll walk.
You're the biggest dick
I've ever met.
- Want me to hit you again?
- Yeah. Come here.
You're doing great, I see.
3 years and you'll be running.
It's fine, I just
need more practice.
- Sure thing.
- Come, help me up.
I can't. I'll fall, too.
Where's the therapist?
They're having coffee.
No one's here.
- Get her.
- OK.
No, wait, don't!
- I don't want them to see me like this.
- Here?
You're ashamed in this place?
Here, or anywhere else.
I'll get up by myself.
Don't help me, goddammit.
You can't do it, see?
I'll rest, then I'll get up.
I just need practice.
Wanna listen to music?
Bring it on.
- You look pretty.
- Oh, thank you.
He's losing patience.
I'm trying to involve his father.
- We'll help, okay?
- Thanks.
- Maybe you could persuade him.
- We've got a bit of experience.
I tried to ask my ex-husband for money.
- We're on shaky ground at the minute.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Bye!
I don't want my father's money
or his calls.
- Did you give him my number?
- He wants to talk to you.
We've been over this.
I know what I want.
- There's no other way to pay for it.
- I'll pay. I don't need my father's help.
You can't be serious.
It costs thousands.
Even my own mother can't
believe in me?
Hi, Fec.
I'll have surgery when
I say I want it.
Let it go already.
You're not my girlfriend.
I'm your mother, you idiot. And it matters
if you live 2 more years or 50.
This is your application?
That's a problem?
- Party time with hobbits? That's cool?
- No.
If you don't wanna help,
we can go elsewhere.
I can only repeat what the jury said.
It's not detailed, not finished.
The idea's great,
but make it more personal, clear,
so the audience can understand.
The next comic con is soon.
Try again.
If you win the Amateur's Prize,
we can try to publish it.
Otherwise, you got no chance.
- You want sparkling water?
- Yeah.
22...
So then...
F***!
I pressed 3.
Fine, then...
32 then.
There's a cancel button.
Too late to cancel.
Pretzels?
Ugh. Naw.
- You got any more cash?
- No, it's all gone.
Mine too.
How much was your disability pension?
120 Euros?
- Sh*t, I'll get the same then.
- We're gonna end up homeless.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi.
- Did you have a hard day?
- No.
Everything was fine.
- Mum cooked us something nice.
- Oh, sweet.
- Hello, bad boys!
- Hello.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Always work, work, work.
- All the time.
I need some repairs, too.
This whole part's clicking,
the bearings.
- I'll drill it.
- Oil down my body too.
Try somewhere else.
- Did you look coyly at me?
- No.
Hey.
It's really good.
Wow, you can't even see the wheelchair.
That's great.
- Should I post it?
- Yeah.
- Sure.
- Immediately.
It'll make it easier to meet girls.
If they see a picture like this...
You look awesome.
- What's this?
- Bird food. I got it from Irn.
You know, the lady always
feeding pigeons in the yard.
I figured out what you'll
do in the square.
Thanks.
Too much wood in my new fireplace.
My kids like to sleep
by the fire at night.
- You got kids?
- You know them. My furry kids.
The logs collapsed
The f***ing wood floor
caught on fire.
I was sleeping and Ali woke me.
Ali!
I'll get you an extinguisher.
No you won't, brother.
Your plan's too extreme.
You'll get caught and shot.
You need 1 or 2 guns?
- One's enough.
- One's enough?
Maybe it'll help.
You love these bags.
Why didn't you put it inside?
Can't speak Hungarian?
Been here 10 years, still didn't learn?
Ignore him.
Don't have much to lose, eh?
I like that about you.
In this profession...
Hungarians call any sh*t
a profession, eh?
So in this profession it helps
if your mind's a little sick.
But Zvezdad lost 4-0 to Partizan.
They're total sh*t.
What do you know?
You don't know Serbian football.
Stick with Hungarians, OK?
This is a huge office building.
It could have more than 500 rooms,
whatever you want.
With shops too?
Yeah, we can lease them.
- Hello. Please take this.
- No, thanks, no.
- But please! I'd gladly...
- No, really, thank you!
Thanks so much, but no.
Good-bye!
Zoli, can't you understand?
You won't be able to sit.
Not even sit. Don't you get it?
I told you, I'm not doing it.
But what's the problem?
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