Synopsis: Blowtorch is the story of Ann Willis, a recently widowed and financially struggling, mother of three. When her oldest son, Dave, is murdered, Ann cannot live with the fact that she does not know who killed him. The seasoned NYPD detective assigned to her son's murder case does not give her the attention she wants and the answers come too slowly, she gradually decides to take the investigation into her own hands.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Kevin Breslin
Production: Breslin Films
80 min

I did it last bacon. Eat you. -Schyst.

It feels strange to drive

you to your first day.

That's different from the first

day of school. Get off now, mom.

What? I just wish it were otherwise.

I want to do this. I have been

lucky to work stock. It pays well.

I might be working more shifts?

- Oh, You work too much as it is.

- Colleen And Bernard needs you.

- When Did you get so smart?

I hate this place.

- Mother.

I am grateful for your help. I know,

you've said it a hundred times.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

Hey, what happens? You will love this job.

Get up. Mr Green is on the way.

The dinner is in the oven,

heat it in four minutes.

I am with my sister. Girl Night.

I feel so unsuccessful. -It's

Not you, you do your best.

He wanted to go to cooking school,

now he is settled at the factory.

He is not fixed and it

will not last forever.

I'm afraid he'll grow into. -Gaska Up now.

Now we serve.

Can I be clearer? Ten Chinese

delegates are on the road

- to inspect the 20 stocks for 750,000

dollars each, and the lack of tools.

Someone has to take responsibility.

The boss. This is Dave

Willis, I told you about.

- Follow. Vardi says you work well.

Yes, sir.

If someone asks to get lrlingsln.

I am on good terms with the union.

We like each other. Do not screw it.

Louie, two roast beef. An end piece.

A shrimp cocktail, onion soup and

green salad with dressing separately.

- Inbakade Shrimp, chicken rolls

with mushrooms. I await my orders.

Then you wait some more.

- Skynda On, Louie!

And the end pieces are final.

- What is this? I ordered an end piece.

That was all they had left.

Why did not you come back. You were

in a hurry and it was the one I got.

Honey, I usually get what I order.

I order an end piece, I get

it, or offered anything else.

- I Do not like that others choose for me.

Come on, Ed. She's just a waitress.

- Not Bad, huh?

- Schyst Leather.

You can be as good if you belong to,

clench jaws and lets me do everything.

- Yeah, I do not want to get stuck here for 30 years.

- There You damn right. Come on.

- Hi mom.

- What have you bought?

We can not afford mobile phones.

Keep your, I end my subscription.

No, Mom. Do not turn off the phone. Now

that I have a job, you can keep it.

How sweet of you. Do not cook food

tonight, go out with your friends.

- No, I begin six tomorrow. Quiet.

- "Serenity" is not in my vocabulary.

It was Dad's fault who smoked so much.

I will fill his coffin with bills.

Including those from the

cemetery and funeral home.

Come on, Mom. I love you.

It will be alright.

I love you too.

It's no big deal. Bring me. -I will

think about it. There is no game.

I know. Mother plaguing itself. I

must do something to make money.

Be glad I fixed the job for you.

If I did I'd fix something more.

- God, What nags. Okay.

You know what? Give me a few days, so

I'll do my best. Shut up now. Oh my God.

What's up?


On dad's old place. Put aside those.

I am master of the house now, Dez. -Just

What your father would have wanted.

I miss him. Nothing is the same. Not

this place, not the neighborhood.

-That You're right.

I? I have mom to take care of. She is worried,

even when I was doing the right thing.

She's tough, as always. She

wants me to work, not work.

I need to earn more money. -Your

Father's death broke her heart.

No, I'm handling it.

She saw your father where you sit.

- I know.

I wish he had not been sitting still.

He loved you.

They had your dopfest here,

you slept in a boot.


Life is over. Continue to do the

right thing in your life. Okay, kid?

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