All language subtitles for Peelers.2016.720p.BluRay.x264-GETiT

Hey, back to the bar, Tony.
Stop harassing the newbies.

- What, I'm cleaning enough panties.
- You're on tonight, Tina, get ready.

- I don't know, Blue Jean.
- Last chance, sweetie.

- We gonna see some titty balls tonight?
- If you're lucky.

You don't know how sick I feel
every single day I see you...

...working in my fucking kitchen.

Play nice, Farmer John. You need anything?

A new kitchen staff. You're worthless and weak.

- Just won't give up, will you, Tony?
- This just came in, boss, for you.

No card?

- Jean.
- Secret admirer.

Blue, help me.

You're such a fucking child, Frankie.

Right, says the girl wearing a diaper.

Well, it makes more money
than your face does.

Nice flowers.

How ya feeling, Red?

Wow, those are gorgeous. Who are they from?

No idea, you can have 'em.

Junior.

Sorry, ladies.

Chromagnum's here.

- Let him fester for a bit.
- Your office.

Shall I bring Junior
out of retirement for this one?

- Can you fix it?
- Again?

What are you cutting through? Adamantium?

Probably just needs some oil.

So, you guys got any big plans.

Yeah, probably gonna open up
my own chainsaw repair business.

You gonna get back into fighting?

Nah, those days are behind me.

Time to settle down.

Think you're ready for the big leagues?

Let's hear it for Nasty Nanda.

She's got the longest tongue in town...

...and she makes the best bitching rummies.

- What's this for?
- To clean yourself up.

- Wasting your time.
- Why?

What I hear, she's more than
your Nazi tit regime can handle.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Somebody order some pizza?

Nice try, pervert.

- Thanks, sweetie.
- I have to talk to you.

No, not now, Tony.

What the fuck are you doing?

I can't help it. Baby loves this stuff.

Pizza?

- No thanks.
- Is newbie aware of all the rules?

There's really only one rule to follow.
We have a strict touch and go policy.

As in, they touch you, they go.

So tell Tony or Remy
and they'll take care of it.

Or do yourself a favor
and invest in boxing lessons.

Just ask Remy.

He's an awesome trainer.

Or you could be lazy and stupid
and spend the money on a Beretta.

- You're packing heat?
- You went through my stuff?

Why do you need the gun anyway?

You can kick the shit out
of anyone with your baby bottle.

Keep it off the floor, Elaine.

See something you like?

Got some nice, youngin's there, Ms. Murdock.

It's Douglas.

- Well, I thought...
- You thought wrong.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, just came to...

...dot a few I's, cross a few T's.

My chair.

- My chair soon.
- Not 'til closing.

No matter.

Won't be much of anything soon enough.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

Enjoy your last night, Ms. Douglas.

Hey, you wouldn't wanna throw in that
motorbike of yours? Part of the deal?

- I'll make it worth your while.
- No deal.

How does a small town stripper...

...come into possession
of a state issued motorbike.

- Santa Clause.
- Santa Clause.

Yeah, right.

Jackal.

- Watch it.
- It was an accident, compadre.

So was he.

- Jesus.
- Yes?

- Get the fuck out of my way.
- I prefer Jesus!

What'd he want?

Mark his territory.

I assume you told him where he could go.

What is it?

Something he said. I think he's just
gonna tear this whole place down.

What do you care? You'll be gone before
they clean the first cum stain off the wall.

Remy, be nice.

Just putting it in perspective.

Hey.

Don't let that fucking bean bag destroy
all the great memories of this place.

Still no word from Logan?

- Nope.
- He'll be here.

He's got a knack for showing up
when you least expect it.

Look, why don't you go outside, get some air.

It'll do you good.

Hey, look, they've got Panuche's
family portrait up on the wall!

Excuse me, se�orita.
What's with the animal hall of fame?

That's our menu board.

You serve bear?

It's delicious.
Our head chef hunts it himself.

Mario won't eat anything that hairy,
except for maybe his wife.

- So what can I get you, guys?
- A round of the spirit ale, please.

- Can I have a salad, please.
- A salad.

Don't forget to order a set of cojones
to replace the pair you are missing.

- Can you turn up the heat, please?
- Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

Your leg?

It's fine, boss. Just need a drink.

So, what are we gonna do?

About what?

You know... the oil.

Relax, Pablo. No one gives a shit.

Not when there's ass and tits around.

Besides, I thought we already decided.

We did?

Look, let's have a few drinks to celebrate
and we'll figure it out later.

I like the sound of that.

Tequila, pronto!

Strike one.

Travis, get off the bike, man.

Relax.

Hey, Blue Jean. I was just
showing my buddy here your bike.

He didn't believe me
that you owned a pig chopper.

That's one sweet ride. How the hell
did you get your hands on this?

Police auction.

I call bullshit.

I call happy hour.

How much you want for it?

It's not for sale.

If you want, I have a nice
little scooter I could show you.

Well, hey, everything's
got a price, don't it?

Even you.

Jesus Christ, Travis.

Strike two.

No, you're right.

Just let me ask you,
how much is your dick worth?

- Excuse me?
- Well, everything has a price, don't it?

And, since you don't use yours very often,
I'm wondering how much it's worth to you.

Alright, let's go.

Chill the fuck out, Travis. Do you wanna
leave here with your balls tonight?

Mike, put it back where you found it, okay?

Sure thing, Blue Jean. Sorry about that,
I thought he'd be a bit more appreciative.

Hey.

No harm done, right?

BJ.

Strike three, you're out.

Nobody calls her BJ, dipshit.

- Everything okay?
- You're right, a little fresh air did help.

- What did you do?
- You fucking cunt!

That's no way to talk to a lady.

Thanks, buddy.

Would you like me to take out the garbage?

Be my guest.

Suck my dick.

Let's get this party started.

Remember, we have pitchers
of spirit ale for half price tonight.

So what's the deal with Remy
and Blue Jean? Are they a couple.

Nah.

He's had blue balls since the day they met.

Alright, gentlemen, you've waited
a while for this special lady.

It's that time, the only woman
who can make diapers look sexy...

...it's Baby!

Here. Drink this.

Hey. Thanks for your help.

My pleasure.

- Nice shoes.
- Yeah, they're full of surprises.

- How's that hand?
- Yeah, I think that bastard beat me.

- You want ice?
- I'm okay, thanks.

He's okay.

Cute hat.

Yeah, that's his lucky hat.
He won't enter the mines without it.

Please excuse me. I have to use the bathroom.

So you guys working over at Pisha Ranch Mine?

- Yeah.
- How come I haven't seen you here before?

- Hector runs a tight ship.
- Yeah, but not tonight.

- Tonight we're celebrating.
- What are we celebrating?

- Well...
- It's the cowboy's birthday.

We'll have to plan something
a little extra special for him tonight.

Aja, aren't you going up tonight?

They're slammed. They just got
a shitload of orders for the house special.

- What's the house special?
- Muffin turf.

20 bucks for a steak and a flash of pussy.

No one orders the salad, sweetheart.

His wife put him on a diet.

If his stomach gets any bigger,
she won't be able to find his dick.

Alright, you boys behave yourselves.

There's something wrong with the beer.
Can we get a round of Tequila instead?

Get ready for what Baby has to offer.

And what a beautiful specimen she is, folks.

And, luckily, Baby can do
her own breast-feeding.

Keep it going for our beautiful Baby.

We know that's the cradle you'd like to rob.

Muffin turf? Really, guys?

Don't look at me.

Tony, you're watching Tina
when she goes up tonight.

Apparently her boyfriend's a jealous douche,
God knows when he'll show up.

Why can't Remy watch Tina?

Remy's at the door, is there a problem?

Are her boobs safe?

As long as they get to the bag
before the tag, yeah, they're safe.

What I mean is, do they
have any freaky shit going on?

You know, I can't handle funky nipples.

Yeah, Tony, it can't be
as bad as your funky penis.

What's wrong with my penis?

Somebody get that girl another diaper.

How am I supposed to top that?

Easy. Just take a big shit on stage.

You okay, buddy?

We're gonna take a quick break so you
lushes can refill those cocktails...

...but don't go too far.

Panuche?

And the crowd goes wild.

- You really pissed yourself?
- I piss myself all the time.

It's no biggie.

- Newbie's up.
- Okay, time to go.

We've got a virgin, let's not scare her off.

It's Tina.

Hands.

- Hands, please.
- What, I didn't?

You disgusting little pervert.

- Where the hell have you been?
- Nice of you to care.

- You know this is an important night for me.
- Yeah, for me too.

- Why do you have to make this so hard?
- You're the one who's skipping town.

- Logan, we've been through this.
- It always ends up with you getting your way.

- Hey, sexy.
- Hey, gorgeous.

- You get that brown belt yet?
- You had any doubt?

Frankie, me and Logan are just
in the middle of something.

Well, don't be hogging him all night.

You're just like your dad,
getting the ladies all hot and bothered.

Yeah? But he knew who the keepers were.

- That's my cue.
- What did he do?

- Long story.
- My office.

You alright, dude?

I just need some air.

Evening, Carl. Come buy our closing night?

Blue, you know, it's not gonna be
the same around here without ya.

I'm sure you'll find another
place to harass and annoy.

The officers here were looking for Logan.

- Is there a problem?
- Probably be best if we chat with him.

- What's going on, Carl?
- Tell me, Blue.

- He stole a car?
- Not just any car, a Cruiser.

Jesus Christ.

I know Logan's had a hard time
of it, ever since Lucas.

Look, he's a good kid.
He's too smart for his own good.

College has really put his head
in the right place.

Tina. What are...

- What are you doing here? Tina?
- Go home.

Go home! Get off.

Get off the stage!

- Tony!
- I'm on it!

Get off the stage, come on.

Looks like you got your hands full.
You got it covered?

Closing night, could it be any different?

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Okay, gentlemen, most of you
know her as our little feisty Frankie...

...but tonight, she goes
by the name of Thundercunt!

Come on.

Stuey, stop it, you're embarrassing me.

I'm not the one standing around with
her tits hanging out for the world to see.

Tina!

Oh, my God!

Fuck.

I... I had him.

You had who?

I don't know. I don't know.

- He was so strong.
- Who?

I don't know. I don't know,
he was... he was black.

He was black?

No, no. He was covered in black.

I don't know, he was covered in oil.

Slimy, cold, ice cold.

He slipped out of my hands.

- We need to get Carl in here.
- Hold on.

- What?
- Just hold on, wait a second.

- What?
- I need to check something out.

- Wait, what?
- Guys, clean this up.

- What?
- And go get Carl, pussy.

Fuck!

- You're kidding me, right?
- What?

I am surprised you didn't drive
here in the stolen Cruiser.

No. If you think that
just because you and I...

What the hell was that?

Thundercunt?

What the fuck now?

- Bar fight.
- Motherfuckers.

Hey, I won't pick up any puke
from those sons of a bitches...

- ...if they make a mess in there.
- Relax, Farmer. It's just temporary.

Yeah? Thankfully, so is this fucking job.

Look, go downstairs, get something
to clean all this up with.

Hey, tell that beautiful boss
of ours I run out of turf here.

And somebody stole my fucking carving knife.

Where are your friends?

- What?
- Your friends, where are they?

- In the bathroom, why?
- Somebody attacked one of my girls.

- None of my guys would do that.
- He was covered in oil.

Pisha Ranch Mine, that's a coal mine, right?

Right?

- Yeah.
- Petr�leo.

Oil? What's oil doing in a coal mine?

Seems pretty strange to me.

Then again, you're not celebrating
someone's birthday here tonight, are you?

Start talking.

My crew.

It was the end of our shift.

We were the last ones down there.

- Hey, pal.
- What's up?

- You're looking thinner, man.
- Really?

Yeah, thinner than a cow.

Stop fooling around! Back to work!

Santa Maria.

Guys, look!

Oil!

Did you shit yourself?

Look, we're rich!

That smells worse than a burro's ass.

Is it oil?

Of course. What else?

Run!

You okay, buddy?

Yeah, I'm good.

That's the smell of money!

We were going to go back tomorrow...

...excavate the site...

...start to extract the oil.

But it isn't oil, is it?

- What the fuck is going on?
- It's not oil.

Yeah, so? What's that mean?

I think it's something toxic, I don't know.

I don't follow.

Well, remember what Tony said.

Oily and slimy to the touch.

So what are you saying? Striking oil
suddenly makes you a violent killer?

What the fuck?

No!

Okay, this is not good.

- I think we should...
- It's too late!

- Something else I got from Dad, good aim.
- What the hell are you doing with this?

It's not mine.

This one is.

What the fuck? Give it back.
Did you see what I just did?

- Hey, we all get lucky once in a while.
- Lucky?

Enough, both of you, put the measuring tapes
away. We have to get everyone out of here.

What the fuck's wrong with these guys?
There's black shit all over them.

I don't know, just don't touch them.

- Okay, hold on to this, sharpshooter.
- It's empty.

Very good. I'm going to get the others.

- I'm coming with you.
- No, stay here with the boys.

Look, I'll be right back.

Just make sure you get everyone
out of here safely.

It's weird.

Really, which part?

- I shot that guy.
- Wow. He's quick, folks.

No, I mean, I already shot him,
like, three times in Blue Jean's office.

- There's no way he could have survived.
- Sharpshooter my ass.

Alright, everybody, listen up, we need
to get everybody out of the bar now.

I can't work under these fucking conditions.

I think it sounded crazy out there,
so I suggest you get out there...

...do you fucking job like you get paid to,
and see what the hell is going on.

Come on, everybody, clear out,
come on. Come on, let's go.

Should we call for backup or something?

Well, Logan's dead girlfriend and Carl here
make up for the entire backup in this town.

Next closest cop is an hour and a half away.

Welcome to the boonies,
population 5,000 and dropping.

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

This can't be happening.
This cannot be happening.

Frankie. Frankie, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey. Hey.

Look at me, okay? Look at me.

Remember what I taught you, okay?
You're in control.

Always, okay?

Hey, hey, hey.

Come here, come here. Sit down.

Try to breathe, now. Take a deep breath.

Keep doing that.

Hey, blondie. A little help here.

- Something's not right.
- He's dead, Logan.

Are you sure?

Satisfied?

Why don't you make yourself useful, okay,
and move some of these bodies out of the way?

You start with him.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Fucking dumbass.

- What the fuck is going out there?
- Put some clothes on, we're leaving.

- What, why?
- Hey, Blue.

- Hey, Momma Bear.
- What's going on.

I need you to get ready, we're leaving.

Why won't you let me sleep
through the last night?

What the hell is going on out there, Blue?

- Where's Junior?
- Hello, are you listening to me?

Elaine!

Go, go!

- Just shoot!
- It's fucking jammed!

Remove the safety!

Is she dead?

Let's go.

Shit.

Come on, back up generator.

Remy!

Shit!

Just can't stay out of trouble, can you?

I told you so, that crazy
motherfucker wasn't dead.

I don't get it. These guys are bulletproof.

And their fucking blood, it's black.

What are they? What's up with you?

- Jesus Christ!
- Remy!

- It's not as bad as it looks.
- No, dude, that looks pretty fucking bad.

Now, we can get you and the girls
out of here. Where's Baby?

- She didn't make it.
- What?

Fuck.

No.

It was one of these miners.

- Where is he now?
- The dressing room. I took care of him.

Okay, so, that's all four of 'em.

- Look...
- Wait, where's Tony?

Shit!

Kitchen.

- Where you going?
- You're not going anywhere.

Well, take the girls with you.

The farther away
from these things the better.

- Hey, what about me?
- I said take the girls.

You're fucking hilarious.
How's that knife feeling?

Jean.

Find Farmer John.
Tell him to bring in the middle reliever.

Now, help me with this fucking knife.

What?

- The baby.
- Now?

- Distract me, distract me.
- Okay.

So far we're being attacked
by this group of infected...

They're fucking psychopathic,
cocksucking killers.

That helped.

Why won't these guys stay down?

What do you mean, won't stay down?

I saw you bash that guy's
head in with your bat.

Yeah, but the others.

Wait a sec.

Just pull it out, fast, as fast as you can.

- Jesus, Remy, that's fucked.
- Kid...

...just get it done.

Count of three. One.

Two.

Three.

- Look, I understand.
- Motherfucker!

You owe me one.

What I owe you is a bitch slap.

Hey, if you want,
I can put the knife back in.

What I want, is for you to stop
fucking up. For Jean's sake.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Stealing a car, carrying a gun.

Look, get the fuck off my ass.
And Blue Jean's too.

For fuck's sakes.

Stay close.

Carla!

Tony?

Blue Jean!

Hey, Tony.

Frankie!

What?

I think I have a name for your baby.

What?

Winnie.

Why... won't... you...

...fucking... die?

- The head!
- What?

The head, shoot 'em in the head.

Adios, motherfucker.

Fuck.

Come on!

Head, dumbass.

He was holding my hand!

That was a bit quick, you just met.

Fuck off.

Now, stay...

Jesus Christ! You cocksuckers
gave Licorice a contraction.

Almost gave me one, too.

We're okay, thanks for asking.

What's that smell?

Jesus, Frankie!

Oh, man.

He was infected too.

We had to stop him.

The head, that's how you stop 'em.

Yeah, so let's finish this.

Wow.

What exactly did Farmer John hunt with this?

I don't wanna know.

Cool.

The hell am I supposed to do with this?

I'll take the lead.
Logan, you follow with Licorice.

Frankie, cover him. Gina, take the rear.

Plan is to get the hell out of Dodge before
any of these fuckers get up. If they do...

...aim for the head.

Don't touch 'em, don't let 'em touch you.

Frankie, you know how to use that thing?

I think so.

No!

Well, there goes our head theory.

Fuck!

Shit.

The fuck did they go?

Why won't these guys fucking die?

Holy shit.

I think I got it.

What?

These things, they're infected
by some sort of bad oil.

We can use that to our advantage.

- Use what to our advantage?
- What do they say about oil and water?

- They don't mix.
- Exactly.

Yeah, but the human body
is made up of 60 to 70% water.

By mass alone, each human cell consists
of somewhere between 65 to 90% H2O.

- College. Biology is my major.
- Yeah, I used to think you went to class.

So how is more water going to stop them?
It doesn't make sense.

Okay, it makes sense.

Remy, grab a pot.

What the hell?

What time is it?

- Dead after midnight.
- Fuck!

Shit.

The fucking prick could wait
until we actually closed.

They won't stay on for long.

Guys, we need to get out of here now.

We need another water source.

Beer.

It's over 95% water.

Every 12 ounce bottle
has 11.4 ounces of water.

Bartending school. Alcohol is my major.

- Farmer John's secret stash.
- Thank you, Farmer John.

Those things out there,
these oily fuckers, they're contagious.

We've seen it with Tony.
We can't let 'em leave.

We have to kill them.

You guys get that, right?

Logan. It's not safe for Licorice out there.

If any of those fuckers get by us,
you've got plenty to hit 'em with.

Stay strong for Winnie.

Blue Jean.

Don't worry, it's just
the seventh inning stretch.

Hold this 'til I get back, okay?

Time to go.

Remy.

Take care of my mom, okay?

You got it, kid.

Here. I believe this belongs to you.

Sharpshooter.

Wow.

Our little boy's all grown up.

It's hot.

If I wasn't about to burst,
I'd fuck you right now.

I'll go in first, slow the motherfucker down.

Then it's all you.

You ready?

Shit, no back up lights in here.

Jean, open the door.

Fuck!

Remy!

Fuck!

Jesus...

...Christ!

Let's get the fuck out of here.

She'll be back.

I know.

She wears it all the time.

It's not me, LM.

It's my dad, Lucas.

Blue Jean never told you?

I... I just assumed Blue Jean got
knocked up and your dad took off.

Blue Jean and my dad met,
like, 10 years after my mom died.

Where's your dad?

He's dead.

Oh, Jesus, Logan, I'm so sorry.

It's the price for being a cop.

Was that your dad's?

Actually, it's Blue Jean's.

What?

That's how they met, on the job.

Blue Jean was a cop?

Let's just say...

...if it was a fight,
I wouldn't want to be the other guy.

Let's go for beer only.

None of the hard stuff is gonna...

Remy, stay down!

No, don't do it, there's too much blood.

Did you like the flowers?

Yeah, they're beautiful.

Bullshit.

Fuck. You're always such a guy...

...and I love you for that.

But can't you be a girl
just once in a while.

Bottom of the ninth, two outs.

Time to bring in the closer, Jean.

Now be a good girl,
and finish the fucking game.

About fucking time.

Remy?

No.

This is for Remy, you oily cocksucker.

Sweet Jesus.

You bastard!

- You turned off the power, the water.
- It's my bar now.

- Not yet.
- It's after midnight...

...check the fine print.

We're sitting on an oil mine, aren't we?

For a small town stripper,
you're fairly quick.

Well, you're in for a real treat,
because it's anything but oil.

- It's much worse.
- On the contrary, all the better.

Five carbon atoms per molecule.
100% linear paraffins.

No fluid catalytic cracking required.

Sure, all that's Swahili to you...

...but in laymen's terms it means that I'm
sitting on the lightest grade of crude oil...

...the world has ever seen.

Black magic.

It is perfect.

And with no sign of peak oil
for years to come...

...I'm sitting on the jackpot.

Does this look like the jackpot to you?

Unfortunate, but necessary casualties.

We're still trying to work it out.

You knew.

It's time.

- What?
- It's time, it's time.

No, no, no, no, look. Blue Jean's
gonna be back in just a second.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. We need water.
We need water and blankets.

- There's no fucking water, Logan.
- Right, right, right, okay, okay.

- It's coming.
- Okay, okay, okay. Okay.

Just once in your goddamn life help me.

Okay, okay.

- What, what?
- Your hands are fucking freezing.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Get back in there!
- Okay. Okay.

The first extraction didn't go so well.

There were some unusual
chemical compounds in the mix.

- Let's call it a work in progress.
- A work in progress?

Your black magic is killing everyone.

- You have to shut it down.
- Shut it down?

That is not an option.

My black magic is one of mother
Earth's finest resources...

...although it is a bit of a two edged sword.

It's also her latest biological weapon.

And she's unleashed plenty over the years.

Influenza, Ebola, AIDs.

All in an attempt to get rid
of her worst viral infection.

Mankind.

And she has caused some damage, to be sure.

But we do manage to survive, don't we?

And that's really what it's all about...

...survival of the fittest.

Even the likes of you

...can understand that.

Right?

BJ?

You have a little something right here.

Another unfortunate casualty?

Don't call me BJ.

Suck oil.

Son of a bitch.

It's a girl.

A girl!

No!

Alright, fuckwad, let's do this.

What the fuck are you doing, Jean?

BJ.

BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

- Don't...
- BJ, BJ, BJ.

- ...call...
- BJ, BJ, BJ.

...me...

BJ, BJ, BJ, BJ!

...BJ!

Why don't you just fucking...

Looks like I just struck oil.

Piss off.

Carla?

Remy?

Fuck!

You think your bike still works?

She's seen worse.

Good, because we're gonna need it.

Know what else they say doesn't mix with oil?

I've been meaning to ask you,
where'd you get the name for the bar?

We'll save that story for a rainy day.

- Hey, Officers.
- Hey, Blue.

- We're out celebrating this fucker tonight.
- Oh, yeah, what are you celebrating?

Carter here finally got laid.

Looks like he's been celebrating
since last Tuesday.

This is nothing, Blue. He'll be drinking
for all of us 'til next payday.

He's untouchable.

- He'll be the last man standing tonight.
- You haven't seen anything like this guy.

We've tried everything
to get this fucker to pass out.

I bet I can make him pass out.

I bet you a hundred dollars you can't.

I'll give you 'til midnight.

If you don't pass out by then,
I'll give you everything I make tonight.

- You're on.
- But if I win...

- ...I get your bike.
- What, his patrol bike?

You're on.

Are you crazy? Your patrol bike?
Think about this.

I got it covered.

You're insane.

Good luck, Carter.

Tequila. It's gonna be easier than I thought.

Alright, gentlemen, the moment
you've been holding on to your balls for.

It's the lovely, the luscious,
the lusty, luminous...

...Blue Jean.

Titty balls, titty balls, titty balls.

Titty balls, titty balls,
titty balls, titty balls...

Carter, Carter, Carter.

Would you look at that?
Carter's passed out.

You should see my knuckle ball.