Terrible Angels
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- 2012
- 94 min
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Look at you. Don't be upset, baby.
Trying to go straight.
Okay, good.
Oh!
Hello?
What are you doing? No!
No!
[ PANTING ]
[ BUZZER ]
[ CHATTERING ]
[BUZZER]
Linda? Let's go.
[ PRISONERS CHATTERING ]
[ HOWLING, WHOOPING ]
Have a seat.
Well, where's Jason?
He has been reassigned.
Jason, God bless his
little heart, he...
believed your story.
So now,
I get the pleasure of
spending time with you.
And who knows, you know? You might
even say something that I believe.
And if you do, then...
we might even go out
and burn one together.
Yeah, well, I just quit.
Did you?
You know, I've been doing this for
a really, really long time.
And I've heard...
just about everything
that anyone can imagine.
But wow, kiddo.
You... you've got first
prize 'cause...
you make it sound like it was
just three junkies hanging out
watching snuff films.
[ LAUGHS ]
I really do not care
what it sounds like.
The problem with lyin'...
is that you gotta
keep on tellin' lies
Pretty soon, you lose track of
what you been lyin' about.
So, where was I?
Where was I for two months?
The people I run with,
than to sell me out.
Have you interviewed them?
You mean, like eye witnesses and...
people who were there to
corroborate your story?
[ CHUCKLES ]
Why don't...
Why don't we work together, all right?
Answer some simple questions for me.
Who do you know out there
who might want to do you some harm?
Linda? Linda?
- Hey, wake up! Help me find my keys.
Get the f*** outta here.
Can you help me f***in' look?
Let's go. Wake up!
- We're here.
- Music.
Come on. I-I got places to be.
'Cause you are so f***ing important.
Get the f*** outta my car.
- Don't slam the...
- [DOOR SLAMS]
Linda! Where the
hell have you been?
My god, Gerta. What are you, my mom?
You told me you were gonna
be gone for a few hours.
Yeah, well, I was dealing
with some sh*t.
Well, you could have called me, you know.
My phone died.
Listen, I'm feeding your kids breakfast
and then I'm sending them down to you.
I'm gonna need that money
you owe me today, Linda.
[ KNOCKING ]
[ KNOCKING ]
All right, I'll see
you later, okay?
Bye!
Okay, Linda. I need
my money now.
I haven't got my check yet.
And I don't get social security
from my dead husband.
Hey! Come on! What are we doing?
Let's go. It's nap time.
Mom, but we just got up!
Yeah, I don't care.
Let's go!
- But mom...
- I don't care.
Come on.
Give me your feet.
Feet.
Mommy, I want socks.
You need to man up,
little soldier.
You don't need socks anymore.
Who's there?
Nicole.
Where the f*** have
you two been?
Demetri's dad never showed up,
so I had to get a sitter.
Plus, we been all over the town trying
I can't get mine 'til next week.
What's the problem?
and cut me off.
I got an appointment with
another doctor, but...
they just can't get
me in 'til next week.
Well, that fucks me.
Well, I'm sorry.
Can I have my money?
- What money?
- You owe me from last week.
Um-um. No, no, no.
That's not how it works.
You know that.
- Come on, Linda!
- Go to the emergency room
and get that sh*t filled, and
you can come back to me.
can't do it anymore.
I don't know what to tell you.
Come on, Linda.
She's really f***ing bad.
Why don't you f***in'
help her then?
F***in' b*tches left the...
F***!
Hey! Come on, let's get up!
Go, go, let's go!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go now!
- Stay in here and be quiet.
What's up?
You tell me.
Ray says you haven't
been for visits.
You don't answer his
phone calls either?
Listen, I told him like 10 times
to get Michelle on the list.
She'll take care of it.
Who the f*** is that?
She just left.
Well, he wants you to do it.
It's not gonna happen.
If I get caught, who's gonna
take care of my kids?
So you don't answer your phone?
You seeing somebody?
No, I'm not seeing
nobody. I...
He just calls me collect all the
time and I can't afford it.
So, where's my little niece anyway?
She's sleeping.
Why don't you ever let them
play outside or some sh*t?
They do play outside.
You know what, if you're so concerned,
why don't you take 'em?
I could use a break.
You get the car seat?
For real?
F*** all that.
Better get the f*** out.
I guess we'll get her next time.
Let's do this sh*t.
Linda, how many b*tches
you got workin' now?
It's none of your business.
Ray. Who is ray?
It's my daughter's dad.
Your daughter's dad.
Where is your daughter's dad?
He's in prison.
Oh, boy.
Well, you ain't gonna win any Parent
of the Year awards, that's for sure.
Can you think of anybody else...
who might want to
do you some harm?
[ SIGHS ]
Yeah, there's probably quite
a few people, actually.
Where the f*** are you?
Phone:
I'm sorry, something cameup, alright? I can't make it.
Why the f*** didn't you call me earlier?
else to watch 'em.
I just found out, okay? I'm sorry!
Yeah, well, f*** you!
What?
Wha-What? Go!
Hey, Katie!
You wanna make 20$?
Come on!
[ LAUGHING ]
Can we get this game poppin'?
I need to win my money back.
- Seriously.
- Damn.
- Is that all you guys ever do?
- My dad's not here.
Well, where is he?
I don't know.
Hey, babe.
It's me. I'm at your house
and I'm hanging with the boys...
and I just wanted to see
what you were doing.
Um...
I miss you, so...
call me when you get this.
Where you guys dippin' to?
Just... goin' out.
But uh...
I thought you and
my dad broke up?
Is that what he said?
You got a great...
poker face there.
Linda. Really.
You know. I wish
I had that gift.
Seems to me like people
in your situation
usually tend to exaggerate.
A lot.
Did you want me to continue or not?
Sure. Ramble on.
Ah.
Oh, ho, ho, yeah!
- Wha-wh-wh-what?
- What the hell, Carlos?
Yeah.
He doesn't wear a condom
with me either.
What are you doing here? Are
you out of your mind?
Who the f*** is she?
Get the f*** outta my house.
That's cool. She's leaving,
okay? Hold on.
Hey. You're going to talk to me.
Look, I got nothing to
f***in' say to you.
- You're gonna talk to me.
- Noth... no!
- No, no, come here!
- No! No!
I'm done with you, you got it?
- F***ing done.
- Talk to me.
No. Get the f*** outta my way!
Look, I am not talking to you.
How many goddamn times
do I have to say that?
Sh*t, you broke into my house.
No, please, baby!
Please, don't go! Do you know...
No, come on! God!
Hey! I still wanna talk to you.
If I ever f***in' see you
around here again...
- What?
- I'm going fu...
What are you gonna f***in' do?
What? What are you gonna do?
- What?
- Get out of my face, you crazy b*tch!
What the... Dad?
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