Parasites (2016) - full transcript

- Why don't you
just live on campus?

- Or get a car.

- Fuck you guys!

- Scotty,
where are we going?

- I mean, alvarado
is just right over there,

so just keep going
through we'll be fine.

There's a little detour
right here, trust me.

It'll be way faster.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Some directions, Scotty.



- I'm telling you, man.

I told you.

They're tearing up a
different street every day.

Just follow the signs.

- My road!

- What did he say?

- That's his road.

He said get outta
the fuckin' road!

- This is
fucking unbelievable.

- Well what are
they supposed to do, Scotty?

- Round 'em all up.

Give 'em a mop,
give 'em a broom.

Get them to clean this
shit up, first off!

- Then what?



I thought they gentrified
this shit already.

- Not fast enough.

- Look at baby
girl, there's candy.

- She had a cell phone.

- Well I mean, like,

I usually go by that
tower over there.

That's the building I usually go

so like just don't stop.

- Lock it,
lock it, lock it.

- What the
fuck is he doing?

- Are you kidding me?

- Lovely neighborhood.

- Shit.

- Wow, told
you witching hour.

- There's some guys
smoking crack right there.

- Can you pull out your phone.

Type in your address so we
can get out of this nightmare.

- I've got no signal.

It's just it's nothing.

Holy shit, it's like the
great wall of tents out here.

Fuck you, come on!

- Do we make a
left or a right, Scotty?

Look at these bums crossing
the street up there.

- It's not my idea
to turn onto kreuger street.

- What is going on?

- What the
fuck is he doing?

- It's a
zombie apocalypse.

- What the fuck?

- Hey, hey!

- Wait, what is
he doing, what is he doing?

- Stay in school, kids!
- I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

- Get the
fuck outta here, man!

- Get outta here!

It's my car!

- Get off the car!
- Kill me!

- Get off the car!
- Kill me!

Kill me!

- You
heard him, marshie!

- I'm so sorry.
- Get off the car!

- Torro!

Torro!

Torro!

Torro!

Torro!

Torro!

Torro!

- Last time I'm doing
any favors for you!

- Green means go, chief!

Green means go.

- Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

- Iwo jima!

- So this hobo, he
rubs his junk all over your car.

I mean, you can
just wash it off!

- Okay.

- You didn't
see anything like that

back in Nebraska,
did you Scotty boy?

Oh, shit.

- You're lost.

- You're seriously lost.

- You have to
give me better directions.

- Make a left here,
make a left, make a left!

- How long
have you lived here?

I mean, like a
month, two months?

- Exactly!

Uh, it's a detour.

- We're back at the
fucking bridge, Scotty!

What is this?

- Well, at least
we're at a starting point

that we know.

So turn around.

- No, I'm
just turning you around.

I'm crossing the street.

Well, at least
there's less tents.

- We're getting
away from the tents.

- And from the
shitting on the wall.

- What
the fuck was that?

- I don't know.

Just pull over, check it out.

- Look
where we are, man!

- You're
fucking kidding me!

God, you and your
stupid detours.

What's wrong with you man?

- Don't blame me,
man, it's not my fault!

- You've
lived here for a month.

You don't even know
where you live!

It's stupid.

Oh my god, man, look at my tire!

I have a flat, Scotty!

- Don't worry man
he'll get over it.

- Do you have a spare?

- And no fucking signal.

Get out of the car,
get out of the car!

- Alright, we'll fix it.

- Just fix it, yeah.

Where's your spare?

- Shit, Josef,
look at that shit!

- Where's your spare?

- Just get the spare.

- Fix it!

Just fix it, c'mon man!

- Yes, it's
just a fucking flat tire.

- Some fucking night.

Woah!

Hey, look at this shit.

- What is that?

- There's nails all
over in this board!

- What?

- Holy shit!
- Who would do this?

- It's those
fucking bums is what!

- Need a hand?

- Yeah, we got a flat.

- That's too bad.

- Yeah, we ran over that.

- Let me
take care of it.

- We're going to
fix it, alright?

- Yeah.

Smooth operation you
guys got going on.

How much, brother?

- This one's on the house.

- Scotty, what's
fucking wrong with you, man?

- What the fuck!

- You fucking crazy?

- If you aren't still

I'll suck your dick.

- Scott dobbs.

Josef lode.

College boys, huh?

I asked you a question.

- Leave me alone, get the f-

- that's better.

Marshal colter.

Football star.

What position you play, boy?

I'm talking to you.

- Louder,
louder, louder, louder.

- Quarterback!

- Quarterback!

We got a quarterback here!

The next oj Simpson!

The juice is loose!

- Oj was a running back.

- I know what he was.

He was a fucking psycho.

And what are you boys
doing in my house?

You come down here
to see the show?

Huh?

Get your kicks?

Set fire to some bum,
watch him burn, huh?

Speak up!

- We were
taking our friend home.

- Huh, i
couldn't hear that.

Let it out like
you got some balls!

- Just
taking our friend home!

- Leave us alone,
you disgusting bum!

- You think I'm disgusting,
you college cunt?

You think you're better than me?

You think you matter
down here, huh?

I matter down here!

We matter.

I matter down here.

This is our turf, and
you're trespassing.

- Keep it!

Keep your shithole!

- Scotty shut the fuck up!

- Shithole?

You think this is a
fucking joke, Scotty?

- Yeah, I do.

- Yeah, c'mon.

Let it out, punk!

- Get away from us, you
piss-soaked, disgusting,

take your fucking
hands off of me,

you fucking, lice-covered
piece of shit!

- Choke on this, motherfucker!

Can you spare some change?

Work for food?

Fuck you!

Fuck you,

you cunt!

Fuck you!

Swallow it!

Swallow it!

- One, two, three!

C'mon buddy, c'mon!

Breathe, breathe, come on!

C'mon Scotty.

- Stay with us,
stay with us Scotty!

Stay here.

- Someone help!

- Aw man.

Fuck!

That don't look good to me.

Yep, hmm.

- You murdered him!

- He's dead!

- Had to be done.

Had to do it.

It's either them or us.

Hey spic!

You find that bullet.

You dig it out of
him if you have to.

- Sure thing.

- Okay clean it up.

Make'em disappear.

Strip 'em, chop 'em, burn 'em.

Don't leave any trace.

This one's still breathing.

- Hey Wilco.

I can take care of it.

- Yeah.

You'll do it in
the river, quietly.

- This is messed up, Wilco.

- How do you figure?

- Killing these kids?

- I'll take care of it.

I always take care of
you people, don't I?

- Sure, but it's
just, it's just...

- Hey listen.

We all agreed to
jump them, didn't we?

To push 'em back!

Whether you like it or not,
we're in this together.

Alright?

These punks would bury
us, given half the chance.

What's done is done.

We've just got to get, to
get rid of them that's all.

Come on.

Come on, hurry it up.

In the fire.

In the fire all of it.

What's done is done.

Just gotta get rid of what's
left of them, that's all.

- Guys he's
too heavy for me.

- Come on chain.

- Okay.

- C'mon chain.

- Nice.

Pants off.

Shit.

Okay, dude.

Sorry.

Big boy, huh?

I'll get this fucking shirt off.

I'm sorry, friend.

- Stop!

- Get down,
you mother fucker!

Get off!

Wilco!

You fucking pulled my hair
out, you motherfucker!

Get off of me!

Wilco, oh, fuck!

Ouch, fucker!

God damn you!

You asshole!

Wilco!

Wilco!

Wilco, he got away!

He got away!

Fuck!

Shit.

Wilco!

Wilco.

- Yeah?

- He got away, he went that way!

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

You stupid bitch!

- Sorry!

- Sorry, my ass!

Mex!

Go get pecker and his dog!

You're not going anywhere.

You stay right here!

Don't go anywhere.

- What's going on?

- Sugar tits here let the
quarterback get loose!

Alright.

Who's fast on their feet?

- Me.

- Alright.

Stay with me.

The rest of you go
finish cutting 'em up.

Turn everything to ash.

And then dump it in the river!

Pecker!

Pecker!

I'm gonna fix your ass, man!

- I'm sorry!

- You dumb fuck!

He'll bring Johnny
law down on all of us!

Where's pecker
and that damn dog?

- He's coming.

- He's coming.

- Pecker!

- C'mon boy.

- Here.

- Smell it, boy.

Smell it, smell it.

- Oh good, let
him go, let him go!

- Go get him, boy, go get him!

He's gonna chop him
up real good, boss!

- The boy wanted to see hell.

Don't disappoint him!

Alright, the rest of you!

Let's go, keep up!

- Falcon!

No!

I'm gonna kill you motherfucker!

Oh god!

- Oh god, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- I think I see them!

- Oh shit!

- Fuck, oh man!

Fuck!

He killed him, Wilco!

- Now keep it together, man.

- He killed pecker!

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- I'm gonna kill him!

- Wait.

- Get away from me.

- This is bad man.

- I know it's fucking bad!

We've got to finish
what we started!

Hammer, take the body back.

You know what to do.

Let's go, come on!

- Gotcha now, boy!

You're all mine!

Hey.

You should have
covered your tracks.

There you are!

You're fucking head's
coming right off!

You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

You fucker!

Wilco!

He'll get you, you fucker!

You mother...

Wilco, help!

Fuck.

Fuck.

- Hey!

Hey!

Help!

Hey!

Hey!

Yo!

Wait!

Yes, thank god!

What's up?

What's up guys?

Oh my god, bro!

What's up, I need your help!

Oh my god!

Lower your window, please!

I need your help!

You wouldn't believe the
kind of night I've had, man!

Can you help me please?

Stop wait.

Shit.

Stop.

- He's disgusting as shit!

- Beta phi phi, motherfucker!

- I'm out!

Fucking bum, get
a job, you loser!

- Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Good to meet ya, college boys.

- Get that fuck!

Keep up, ya fat bitch!

- I'm coming!

- Come on out!

- Who the fuck are you?

- I don't want any trouble.

- You coulda
fucking fooled me.

- Hey.

It's you.

- Yeah.

It's me.

- You're not with them?

- What?

- Those two you were
fighting earlier.

- Me fight?

- In front of my truck!

- The silver

Chevy.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, you think
I'm with Wilco?

You think I'm with
that fucking murderer?

Murderer.

Murderer!

He wishes he was fucking me!

I enlisted!

Korea!

Purple heart, purple balls,
purple fucking everything!

No Vietnam bullshit draftee

shit that that fucking piss-fuck

slithered his fucking
way fucking through.

- You've got to help me.

They're after me.

He killed my friends.

- He owns the streets.

- Look, you have to help me!

- I don't need this aggravation.

They'll skin you alive

just as soon as
fucking looking at you.

I'll tell you what, son.

You hide.

'Til the sun comes up.

- I don't have that long.

- Until the sun comes up.

People come out
when the sun shines.

- Don't leave me.

Look.

I'll give you my truck.

You like my truck.

Yeah.

It's brand new.

Ac, power everything.

Only 1500 miles on it.

- Silver Chevy.

Ac.

You got the title?

- Yes.

- Had a 49 Ford.

Black.

Back in the day.

I don't even know what
back in the day means!

Had a real good
time in that truck.

I'll get you outta here.

- No!

No!

- Wilco!

Wilco over here!

Over here!

Wilco, over here!

West on bay!

West on bay, Wilco!

West on bay, Wilco!

West on bay!

Over here, west on bay.

Wilco!

He got chain!

- Hey marshal!

Quarterback!

I'm coming for you, quarterback!

By god's own eyes,

I'm gonna kill ya dead!

You hear me?

Dead!

- Come on outta there, buddy!

Alright, yeah.

You don't worry about it,

we're gonna find you your mom.

She's gonna be around here
in just a little bit alright.

We're just gonna sit you
down right here okay?

Alright, like that,
now right there.

You want a piece of candy?

Alright.

Here you go.

Dropping the kids
off at the pool.

- Come on home.

- 10-4.

- Hey!

Help!

Help!

No way!

No, no, no, no, no!

Come back!

No!

No!

Fuck!

Mister!

Why did he leave you?

- I got hit in the car!

- Do you know
where you're going?

- Want you, want you,
want to, want to get up.

Where's my mommom,
where's my mommom?

- Sorry mister!

- Wilco,
he's over here!

- Ma!

Where are you momom?

Mom, where are you?

- Wilco!

Wilco, spade's down!

Wilco!

He got him!

Wilco, spade's down!

- What happened?

- He got him.

That college kid.

- Spade.

What?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

The ambulance is coming.

We'll get you to a hospital.

The ambulance is coming, right?

You called the ambulance?

He needs to see a doctor.

It's okay, buddy.

- He's dead, Charlie.

He doesn't need a doctor.

He needs a box!

- No.

No he was just talking.

He was just talking to me.

He just needs an ambulance

- is he breathing?

Is he alive?

- No, alright?

He's not, alright?

- Because that punk
bitch killed him!

He killed him and pecker!

You okay with that, Charlie?

- Should have never let
it get this far, Wilco!

- You chicken shit little fuck!

You're saying it's my fault?

My fault for standing
up for myself?

For you,

and every other
sorry motherfucker

that calls the sidewalk home?

That punk and this city,

is trying to sweep us all under!

To take whatever little
we have left, Charlie.

Put a Starbucks in every corner,

so some hip puke can walk his
dog where we laid our heads?

They're gonna tear down
the sixth street bridge

any day now, Charlie.

Build a shopping mall.

Condos!

Where are we gonna
go then, Charlie?

Open your eyes!

We're the last of
the fucking mohicans!

I'll give you the fucking...

- Take the money,
take the money.

- You okay?

- Who the hell are you?

- Come on, let's go.

- I ain't going
with you, get away!

Get away!

- Fine, stay here and wait
for this trash to wake up.

Just tell me where
the police station is!

I'm trying to help you.

- Get away!
- Fine.

- Get away!
- Fine.

- Get away!
- Fine.

- There he is!

- They're trying to kill me.

If you stay here, they're
gonna kill you, too!

Let's go, let's go!

- Get that motherfucker!

Quarterback, we're
comin' for you!

- Hurry up!

- Go get him, man!

Don't let him get a way!

Get that fuck!

- Hurry up.

- Wait!

- Come on!

- The fuck!

- Oh my go!

- He's getting away, goddamnit!

He's getting away!

Hammer!

Hammer!

- He's knocked out, he's hurt!

- Put him on the
side here, c'mon.

Help me.

- Oh god, oh my god!

- Come on Charlie,
let's go after him!

- No.

- Come on Charlie.

- Our friend needs our help.

- I gave you an order, Charlie!

He's real close!

Let's get him!

- I'm done, this is it.

I'm done, Wilco.

- Let's get him man, come on!

Let's get after him!

- No, I don't care anymore!

Our friends are dead!

These are people we sat with,

we live with, we
share our food with!

Our family!

How many of us have to die, huh?

- I understand that!

But it's all our asses
Charlie, if he gets away.

- I don't care anymore Wilco.

I don't trust you no more.

This is it.

I'm done, I'm done.

- Come here.

You're done when I say you're
done, you yellow-belly coward!

- I'm done.

Hey Tommy, I'm going to
go get you some help.

- You're not going nowhere,
you fucking gook bastard!

You understand?

You're not going
nowhere, you hear me?

Fucking gook motherfucker!

Motherfucker, motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

- Crazy!

He's fucking crazy!

He's killing him!?

What're you doing?

You killed that guy.

Why you kill him like that?

- Any of you got
something to say?

Huh, come on!

I'm warning you,
I'm warning you.

You see that pile
of gut right there?

That's what happens to traitors.

Deserters!

Just keep it up and you're next!

You stinkin' wetback.

Come on!

Get going!

Start running!

- Okay, we will!

- Come on!

Go!

Come on, you fucking beaner!

- Which way?

- Are you kidding?

None of those antiques
work around here.

Welcome to the
twenty-first century.

Pow.

- Welcome to the
eighteenth century.

- Oh, fuck, it's gone.

Fuck.

I'll fucking kill
them man, shit!

- Where are you going?

- Eddie.

- Where's
the police station?

- Oh, god.

Beats me, I don't know.

- Wait a minute.

- Woah, woah, woah, hey!

Don't touch me.

- Look lady, I'm just trying--

- my name's Mona, bum.

- I'm not a bum.

- Yeah?

Well, you look like one.

You smell like one.

Sorry, you're a bum.

- I'm not a bum.

My name is marshal colter.

I'm a freshman at usc.

- Oh, so you're a college bum.

- These aren't my clothes!

Look, those psychopaths
murdered my friends,

and now they're after me.

- Oh, great!

I wish I could help, okay?

I've never been to the
cop shop down there.

And I don't want to go.

Bye.

- Well, then where's a
hotel or a restaurant?

Something with a sign of life?

Anyplace I could find someone?

- Don't fucking yell at me.

There's a restaurant,
no, there's a hotel.

You know, back where
we lost your friends?

Go there.

- Buses?

- They stopped
running hours ago.

- Do you have a car?

- A Porsche?

C'mon.

- What about this Eddie guy?

- You don't got money?

Eddie don't want you, and
you don't got money, honey.

- I just saved you.

- Saved me?

Worst they could've done
is tore me up a little.

It's nothing new
down there, man.

You just pissed those
beaners off good, that's all.

- You're a real piece of work.

- Yeah, that's right.

You know what, I get
fucked for a living.

That's how I can fucking live!

That's how Eddie and I get
by, and it works for us.

So don't you dare
look down on us.

Now back off, bum.

- I'm sorry.

Please.

Help me.

- Fine.

Eddie can tell you where
you can find the cops.

- No.

Fuck, I gotta take a break.

I need to rest.

It's hard to breathe.

- What now, my lovelies?

You okay?

- Just give me a second.

- All right.

Quit you're whining, up
on your feet, let's go.

- She can't breathe.

- I don't give a fuck.

Suck it up, sweet cheeks,

or I'll use your head
for a fuckin' pinata.

- Okay.

- Now.

Who's the whore he
was running with?

- Beats me.

- Swallow?

- I think I know who she is.

I've seen her around.

- Around where?

- By the old church.

Over on...

- Hey, hey, hey, okay relax.

Breathe, relax.

Slow.

- Take a little nip of this.

- Good.

- I said a little, come here.

There's crystal meth
in here, with Tequila.

You feel better?

- Yeah.

- Good.

This Eddie, where's he crash?

- Over at the old church.

On fleet.

Near the graveyard.

- Alright sugar tits.

On your feet,
we're off to fleet.

Come on.

- Hey.
- C'mon.

- I can't take his shit no more.

- Well, I'm open to suggestions.

- Well maybe we can
just walk the other way.

- Hey spic!

What are you waiting
for, come on, let's go.

Come on!

- I'm not a fucking Mexican.

For two years you've
been calling me a beaner,

border bandit, wetback,
greaser, migger, roach,

mexicant, taco
jockey, field rat!

I'm Argentine!

- Alright burrito
breath, back off.

Get your brown taco ass moving,

or I'll kill you and
her right here and now.

Go on!

Come on, go!

Go!

- Motherfucker!

- Fuck you!

- Oh, yeah?

- This is it.

God, my shoes are killing me.

- You live here?

- Not supposed to.

Closed down.

They were going to level it.

Dig those graves up?

Tear a church down?

Well, that was five years ago.

Who knows what
happened with that.

- Well,
the economy, I guess.

- I say the lord works
in mysterious ways.

Eddie?

Eddie?

Eddie!

- Where is it?

- There was some trouble.

- I don't care,
where's the shit, baby?

- They robbed me, and
they tried to rape me.

- I don't fucking care.

Where's the shit?

You weren't even gone
for fucking hours.

- I don't have it!

- What do you mean
you don't have it?

- I was fucking robbed!

Get it?

- It was my fault!

- He's okay, Eddie.

- You brought, you brought--

- he helped me, he
helped me, okay?

- I don't give a shit.

You bring a stinking
bum in here?

What the fuck are you thinking?

- Hey man, calm down!

- It's okay, he
just needs a fix.

- Tell me to calm down?

Drop the fucking shovel.

Drop it.

Do you see the gun?

- Yes, okay, it's cool, man.

Look, Eddie, I just
need you to show me

where the police station is.

- Police station?

Did you bring a
fucking narc in here?

What the fuck are you
fucking thinking, Mona?

Ooh, look, that turns me on.

Oh yeah, really, here,
want another one?

- I'll
leave guys, alright?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, oh, no, no, no.

You ain't going anywhere.

Get back here.

Come over where I can
see you, in the light.

Stop right there, right there.

You get back here,
you stay right there.

Now what the fuck
are you thinking?

- Just put the fucking gun down,

I'll go get some stuff from dom.

- That's what I just said.

So give me the fucking cash.

- I don't have it!

You don't have it?

- I don't have the cash, they
fucking robbed me, that's why!

- Dirtbag, you have any cash
from your bottles and cans?

- I got cash back in my dorm.

- Your dorm.

Where might that be, Harvard?

- Usc.

- Usc, you're
a stitch, hobo.

- Listen, I got nearly a
grand back at my place.

You have a car,
we can go get it--

- yeah, I have a car
like you go to usc.

- Call my roommate, he'll
bring you the damn cash.

- Oh, shut up, shut up.

You bring this fucking
comedian in here?

- Look at his hand,
he's got a gold ring.

- Show me, show me that.

- It's my father's,
gold, you can have it.

- Yeah, I know I can have it.

Yeah, help him, take that off

- not until you tell me
where the police station is.

- Fine, I'll tell you where
the fucking police station is.

Help him take off
the fucking ring!

- Just do what he says,
just do what he says.

Just do what he says, sorry.

It's stuck.
- Shit.

- Come on, come on,
come on, help him!

- I'm trying, I'm fuckin'
trying, it's stuck!

I got it.

Alright.

Alright, that's nice.

- You got what you wanted.

Where's the police station?

Where's the police station?

- Oh, it's two blocks
down, it's on first street.

- Get that puto!

- Eddie!

Oh my god you sons of bitches!

Motherfuckers!

Yeah, take this
you motherfucker!

- Pito, you motherfucking whore!

I'm coming for you,
black motherfucker!

This thing ain't over yet,
you hear me you fucking bum?

Oh, I got you, motherfucker!

You're fast, motherfucker!

Not fast enough.

Hey, you scared?

Yeah, you better be scared.

Know who I am?

I'm the boogieman.

Come on out.

Come on out, puto.

Ooh, you smell that?

I smell fear, fucker.

You scared?

Hey, come on out, I'm
not gonna hurt you.

Come on.

Eh, you're sloppy, homie.

Come on, I just want
to show you something.

I want to show you something!

Ow, motherfuck fucker!

- This is for Mona.

Piece of shit.

Oh shit!

Fuck!

- Marshal!

You've got a lot of grit, kid.

- Don't
you move, get down!

Get down!

- Get down on the
fucking ground, now.

- Alright, don't shoot, man!

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

- Don't you fucking move

or I'll blow your
fucking head off!

- I'm not
moving, I'm not moving!

- I beat you, thank
you, thank you.

- Did you see that?

- Yeah,i saw it.

I saw it, I saw it.

- Yeah.

- Shut up!

- I saw him go for it.

- Get the fuck
outta here, go on!

- Alright.

- Get out!

- You can't do this.

No.

Not like this.

- He went for the gun, man.

4-17, shots fired.

Suspect down.

Appears to be a
homeless transient.

- Help.

My name is marshal colter.

I'm a freshman at usc.

- That
fucker went for the gun.

You saw that, right?

- I saw.

- He
went for the gun, man!

He went for the gun.

- And the 18 year-old

was supposed to
start his first day

of classes this
morning at college.

Instead, his mother is
planning his funeral.

- Stop!

- Smooth operation
you guys got going on.

- Our friend tom
there's busted up bad,

how many of us have to die?

- You sons of bitches,
take this motherfucker.

- They tried to rape me.

- I don't care about that,
i can't kick about that,

I wanna get high.

- Wilco.

- He got Jean.

- Oh man come on.

- You want a piece of candy?

- Shoot that puto.

- Shots fired, suspect down.

- Iwo jima.

- I know what you've done here.