Smalltown

SmallTown (2015) (Ire) Crime

Damn, David. You look too damn good.

Nice to meet you too, Marcy. Come on in.

-What happened to your eye? -What is wrong with my eye?

-What the hell! I have a black eye - Do you mean that?

How did I get it?

What the hell!

How the hell am I supposed to know? what did you do last night

We went to a bar and then...

...we went to a house party.

Then I came home at...

- I came home anyway. - Yes, with a bruise from a fight.

Can you stop squeezing my balls. I'm sick already.

What are you doing here so early?

You know what I mean. I thought we were going to see each other tonight.

- That's not what I wanted to talk about. -What is it that is so important?

-Are you thinking of breaking up? -Yes.

-Are you serious? - Your life is a big joke.

It's one thing to go out with friends on a Friday or Saturday.

But you go out three or four nights a week. It's time to step up.

It's time to grow up.

Absolutely wonderful.

Not only do you break up, but you also give me life advice along the way.

Perfect. Combined with the hangover, it promises a wonderful Saturday morning.

It's Friday morning, you stupid bastard.

Greg...? No, you don't die.

- I see Jesus. - No, you don't.

He is our neighbor.

-Where did you wake up? - Hell, I don't know.

- I ingested some meth. - You can do that.

Say hello to mom that I love her and get rid of my drugs otherwise.

I love you, David. I have to shit.

You stupid bastard.

- Hello, dad. - You've missed the fun.

-Sorry, but Marcy has dumped me. -Did you get that from her?

No, two separate events. I'm not proud of that either.

- There is no danger with me. - We have had time to do what we have to do.

Little to do? Yes, cleaning and wages are still there.

- I can clean if you want to pay them. - It sounds great.

Sorry I was late.

–David...sharpening. - I know. Bad judgment.

And beer...way too much beer.

-Hello, mother. -Hello, old man.

I just heard that. I'm sorry. Are you feeling well?

-What are you talking about? - It's over.

-How did you hear about it? - I have Facebook.

-Do you have Facebook? - Sure. Everyone has it.

- Not me. - You should have that. It's wonderful.

- I look after it. -Are you really feeling well?

No danger... Time to move on. I hadn't intended to get married.

Relationships are not easy. Especially when you get hit.

My God, Mom!

-Hello. - Serve. Are you ready to get dusty?

- Dung-like? I thought you were dying. - It was before.

-What the hell do you want to go out for then? -Two reasons.

–One: Get rid of the hangover. – By drinking more?

-Yes. And two: What else can you do? - I don't know.

Sit in my bedroom. Without sunlight and existence.

- I thought we had plans. -Marcy dumped me this morning.

-In the morning? It's sick. - I know.

-How much satmara did she eat this morning? - It wasn't that bad.

- She just had a temper. -Devilish mood.

-Wonderfully. -You can find better.

- Freshen up and come here. - I am depressed.

- I just want to drown in my sadness. -Chin up.

Now we go and get drunk. love you Love you too.

You look like shit.

You should freshen up.

Put off. I was just entering my self-inflicted seclusion–

when you called to drag me out.

- What is the problem? Marcy was awful. - She wasn't.

It was her. look at me I'll paint an analogy.

Some girls are angels, some are not. Your girl didn't fall from the sky.

-Not? -She was thrown out of hell.

-Good analogy. -Thanks. The elephant in the living room.

-What's wrong with your eye? - No idea.

I think I fell or something. Don't remember.

- You have it. - I would have preferred to avoid it.

I got there for drinking vodka with Bryan in broad daylight.

You can go to hell. And you can go to hell.

Fuck off.

-What is it? -Fuck off!

Judging by my blue eye, that applies to me too.

-What is on the agenda for the evening? -Being knocked out. Ash packed.

Fuck a girl who...limps.

– The usual? -Yes. An evening like that.

We were packed yesterday. Can't we just have a few drinks? Maybe talk?

Don't hang out until dawn. It was nice not to be behind tomorrow.

I wasn't going to say anything. But that was the final straw.

He needs to hear this. David, you need to get out of the emotional phase you are going through.

– The emotional phase? - You've only been whining since graduation.

I'll cut you off there. You have. We've been talking about it behind your back.

- You have been grumpy. - What the hell?

"My girlfriend hates me". "I hate my job". "I hate my life".

It's not fair. These are real problems.

No, it's a white people's problem.

Marcy dumpade dig imorse. Problem solved. You hate your life. Good.

I've asked you to go to university with me this fall. A few more fun years.

David, look at me. You have a good life.

You have friends who love you, a family who supports you, a good job.

Put away this damn melancholy and gas up.

- You get on my nerves. - Now the shit got serious.

Justin Bieber is a great artist. He should not throw away his potential.

Buddy. It was wrong.

-Sorry. - It's okay.

I must have gone through some sort of 20-year crisis.

To hell with it. Now we're going to have fun.

But...I'm not going south. I mean it.

Last week I lost my keys, my credit card, my cell phone.

You do that every weekend.

-Touché! - Not to the south.

-Would you like another one? -Yes!

Cheers to Marcy. And because I am free.

Oh, no! I need to find a new person to have sex with.

-Hello, how is the situation? -Too damned.

-Do you see the girl over there? -Yes.

I'm doing the groundwork to fuck her tonight.

-She? Why? -Why not, mate?

She's just the girl at the end of the night. She won't meet my parents.

I understand why not.

– Explain "the girl until the end of the evening". - It's late, you're at the bar.

You must go home. And want to find one.

- You want to take her home. Have company. - So it's called "society" now.

-Company? - Just trying to get a shot.

- Is there something going on? -Bryan wants to fuck the torpedo tits there.

-Damn what tits she has. -What is wrong with her?

Nothing. She is better than last week.

How is Carl? I miss him.

Are all your boyfriends linebackers in the NFL?

Like having a bean bag on your crotch.

As if the Delta Burke would run you over like a bus.

Don't skimp on Delta.

- You like big women? -Big women suck big cocks.

- The bar closes, what do we do? - I don't know.

- We are going south. -No. We weren't going south.

You are my pal. You look a bit like him in The Cure.

-The Cure is a good band. -Yes, they are.

No. Stop... We change the pace.

No. No. Okay.

I'm going there now.

Hello!

Damn.-Good morning, mom and dad.

Hey, weirdo.

-How are you? - Like shit.

- I don't feel like P. Diddy. -What is happening to you?

I don't want to talk about it.

Clear? The shit will go down like the boat in that fucking fake movie.

-Which movie? -Bill Zane and Frances Fisher. Titanic.

- Did you come up with the two names? -Yes.

What a crappy movie it was. Kate Winslet's tits were the only real thing.

- And she had more room on the door. -Titanic was a real ship.

- Everyone knows this. - Put it down!

-When then? - Literally a hundred years ago.

- I stand by my opinion. - Do you?

- Yes, I do. - Then you're an idiot.

If I'm wrong...

-Amy! Do you have the nose piercing stuff? -Yes.

If I'm wrong, I pierce my nose.

-And if I'm wrong? - Then you do it.

I have imagined you wrong.

With rivets, not rings.

Hell too. Stupid boat.

Maybe cry. Damn Jack Dawson. Typically.

-Tricky of you to let me do it. - That's not what I was talking about.

-Why do I look like a whore? - Honestly, I don't remember.

Let's assess the damage.

- I think I have a problem. - We all have that.

We don't have a problem. We have to check our whole lives.

It was like hell.

-What the hell is that? - Jesus fucks.

Cinderella, Cinderella, around the clock.

-Fuck off. Why do I clean? - Because I'm tired.

- What did we do last night? - Either the refrigerator had its period.

Or someone made a ritual sacrifice.

- He wants to try it. –Brad? That devil.

- I don't know. I'm nervous. - It is a commitment.

Have you tried it?

- What is this? what are you doing - I don't walk on the floor.

-I don't touch the floor? – The rest of the evening?

- But if you have to pee? - Is that your piss?

One of them. I mixed them up. But they taste the same.

Disgusting! You are a sick bastard!

-What the hell have you done to my basement? -Sorry.

Disgusting.

When I find out who peed in my damn urn...

The least of her problems.

My God! Sorry. are you ok

- I didn't see you. Sorry. - It's cool.

Forgive me.

-Hello. Did you follow me? -No. No, no.

Definitely not. It's because the store is decorated that way.

How the flow goes in the store. You are going in the same direction as me.

Yes. I followed you. Sorry.

You're not a violent person, are you? Who will take me to your van?

What? Violent? And I don't own a van.

Definitely not one with a motif painting of me as a knight fighting a dragon.

That would be cool. The car. Not if you were violent.

Vans aren't cool anymore. The Scooby Doo era is over.

It's only disgusting people who drive like that.

Vans and disgust go together like macaroni and cheese.