Riff-Raff Page #6
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- 1991
- 95 min
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Everything is planned, yes,
do not worry.
The ceremony is over.
Thank you very much.
- Sorry, honey.
- Yes, sorry.
- Thanks. Here, take it.
What the hell are you doing?
Still, I know what I'm doing.
I want you out of here
tonight, okay?
Tonight.
All right, Stevie?
Where the f*** you been
these last 4 days?
My mother is dead.
Your mother is dead.
Okay, okay, change
and I see you in five minutes, okay?
- Fix the rotting wood.
- Okay, I do.
BE FIRED IMMEDIATELY.
No, man...
- Have you seen Stevie?
- Just go there.
You are here, sweetheart.
I want to talk to you.
Nothing to say.
Sorry, what did you say?
I want to talk to you.
Nothing to say.
All to say.
I am a human being
and deserve respect.
He belongs to 50%
of this relationship, do not forget.
My God, do not give an inch,
Right? Okay, so what?
I occasionally peak,
but not the end of the world.
- I know what I'm doing.
- You have no f***ing idea!
You are dazed, as if any
time out to get the party started.
- I...
- Do not tell me what you are!
My brother was
counselor junkies.
One day he went to see a couple who
were in a methadone program.
We were trying.
Or so he thought.
When he arrived,
were on the couch...
surrounded by towels
soaked in blood...
they had no veins in her arms,
that did not stop the bleeding.
He had seen things like that.
I did not want help.
But I had to.
"You can not turn you and go"
he said.
So we helped them...
Les chutes in plants
feet.
It was the only place
veins were not click them.
Can you imagine?
It's a f***ing nightmare.
And it will never better.
You're a junkie.
Go.
I'm not, dammit!
That's not what you decide.
You do not choice.
You have no choice.
You have no idea,
no f***ing idea.
So far, nothing,
because you love other things.
What will happen when
everything starts to get bored...
stuff yourself at all, to sell
furniture and selling it all?
What you get for ass, motherf***er.
I do not know, dammit.
I do not know.
I do not know, dammit.
Never!
I've done everything
to make you feel good...
to put a smile
in your f***ing face.
It is you who should have some
more faith in people sometimes.
Hey, this couple...
were my brother and his wife.
- Comes someone.
- The Scottish puto.
You still here,
Scottish sh*t?
Que os den!
Now, now...
We...
- Later, dude.
- See ya, guys.
Look at that.
Look, look.
Love hurts.
Look...
- What happened?
- A fight.
He says it's a fight.
That's a bite, kid.
- It has been furious with the missus...
- Is not that a bite?
- No.
- Yes it is.
You wanted to go out dancing
the ballroom, Steve.
"You took the first prize
or the second?
They took
three second prizes.
you do not agree, boy.
Bscatelas elsewhere.
IF SOMEONE urinated on the floor...
"Well, we piss on your face. "
The Sacred Host, Online Shopping.
You could move a little there,
have to work here.
Sure, it is not, wafers,
that is what touches his nose.
- How the overlapping ye here?
- A 75-mm.
Leave him four inches,
if not wasteful.
How come you have not
anything here? Come on.
What happens then?
You'd be better with a knife
sharp, you know?
What the hell is cooking there?
What's happening here?
- No rolls.
- I know!
Is that why you retrasis?
Who is in charge there?
- Who is in charge there?
- Here are people with nothing to do.
There are people
with nothing to do!
Let me.
Since I got it.
I think what is happening.
- What's here?
- We have roll, Gus.
Why do you think you yell?
Of course there's rolls.
- Where are the scrolls?
- They have not brought.
Why not have brought them?
I saw it was the f***ing truck.
Came and went.
Is that if not done the paperwork,
No rolls.
What paperwork? All paperwork
is done, host.
- Look, it has left the phone.
- What?
It has left the phone.
- Throw it away.
Will be happy,
years that do not call.
Hello...
Hello, mother.
Yes, I'm Seamus, Shem.
Not yet.
I'm fine.
Take the f***ing bike
and find it, hosts!
Above is all standing
because of you, useless!
- I'll fix me, dammit.
- Here we stand...
go to catch the guy
rolls, man.
- It's me, the foreman.
- You have an attitude problem.
- I am a top, just fine.
- Shem, Shem...
Smart,
Are you kidding?
- It's a local call.
- And a local jerk...
- I do not like wise guys. Mick!
- Tell me.
- That, pinching the roof.
- Do not be like it was a joke.
I've been wound to
you hanging and you have.
- I give you 10 pence.
- And a prick! Take, now!
My phone!
What have you done?
Call the police.
Nice shot.
- Had long been seeking him.
- Champion.
- He should have been stronger.
- Yes
- Shem!
- Take it easy!
Police brutality!
Bastards!
There are many ways
to skin a cat.
- It joderemos them.
- Yes
- You and me.
- Yes
Yes
- What time is it?
- Time to go. Call DES.
- Dessie!
- Dessie!
- Dessie!
- Damn, he's gone.
Come on, Dessie, dammit...
- He's gone.
- You think?
Fiam, arrived over the weekend,
Saturday Night!
Saturday Night...
Fiama!
Fiama!
Fiama!
Are not the Des brochures?
Dessie!
Something wrong.
Steve! Mo!
Dessie!
Steve!
- Steve!
- Dessie!
Mo!
Dessie! Sh*t, Mo!
- Take my arm.
- I can not!
Hell, wait... Mo!
Hell, Steve,
please hold me.
- Mo!
- Come on!
- Come on up.
- I'm slipping.
No! No!
- Sh*t.
- F***.
Help!
Hurry!
Ambulance! Now!
Hurry up, dammit!
Do not touch.
- Wait, Des, man. Crap.
- The medicine cabinet.
A whore ambulance.
- What? What?
- An ambulance.
- Check.
- He's alive. He's alive.
- What happened?
- Do not touch the head.
- Does anyone know...?
- It has fallen.
Step, please...
Step...
Step...
Okay. Thank you.
Excuse me, how is
the boy with whom I come in?
Yes, your full name?
Why do you want my name?
- Well, is you a relative?
- No.
- Okay, so what the name of it?
- Desmond Haynes.
- Desmond Haynes.
- That's it.
Are you sure?
This puts another name.
- Yes
- Leroy Winston. Do you name?
- Yes
- Okay.
- Okay, so what's it called?
- Winston Leroy Desmond Haynes.
- Winston Leroy Desmond Haynes.
- But we call him Desmond Haynes.
Ok.
And I have to say your name,
too. If it looks good.
His name?
- Hit patadon one at the door.
- What?
- Patadon.
- If I have a f***ing key here.
F***ing thief.
- This?
- Yes
- Okay.
- Did you miss?
Ok. Basta.
Brownie...
Brownie...
Brownie.
Crap.
Quiet, very well.
Come on, baby...
Come on.
Stay there.
Stay there.
Stay there.
No problem.
Come on, nothing happens.
Stay. Brownie!
Dog idiot.
Brownie!
Brownie.
Mother.
Brownie!
Basta.
Basta!
With firefighters.
No. They're attacking.
The police, no! It's my dog
which is attacking me.
Basta!
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