Human Traffic Page #5
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- 1999
- 99 min
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We believe that ecstasy
causes serotonin depletion...
and may lead to depression
in later life.
[ Jip ] Yeah, all right, Doc. Yeah.
Fair enough. But on the flip side, Lee,
you'll feel an overwhelming
sense of empathy with people.
You'll be able to be intimate
with your friends,
talk about things that you never
felt comfortable enough to say before.
Overheating
when dancing on ecstasy...
increases heart rate
and palpitations...
and can cause heatstroke,
resulting in death.
Statistically,
you're more likely to die...
from choking on a cabbage leaf
or an argument in a pub...
than you are
from dropping an "E."
Alcohol kills 30,000 people
a year alone in Britain.
But that's all right because
that's a good taxable drug,
nonetheless, isn't it?
Your penis will shrivel up, and
you won't be able to get an erection.
[ Bell Tolling ]
Anyone, who repeatedly takes ecstasy,
is punching the wall between consciousness and unconsciousness.
In later life,
instead of reaching for the lasers,
you could be reaching for the prescriptions.
- Yeah.
- Anyway, it's good
seeing you again, man.
- Yeah, yeah. Take care.
- See you in the club later on, yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, okay.
- Nice one, nice one. See ya.
- Cheers. Cheers.
See ya. See ya.
F***ing hell, man.
If we'd have been
more honest with each other,
that conversation would have
gone a bit more like this.
- F***ing shame we had
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know. Every time
we bump into each other,
we kinda fall into
this groove of pretending
that we like each other.
I don't dislike anything
about you, but I just don't
like anything about you, either.
Yeah. Together we kinda surf the waves
of social paranoia, don't we?
No uncomfortable silences
as yet.
Yeah, well, not as yet,
but, you know, our luck's
not gonna last forever, is it?
Maybe it's time
for your Houdini impression.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, all right, man.
Uh, I'm gonna get
a drink from the bar.
- Yeah, and you're with friends.
- And I'll see you later.
- That's the one.
- Let's pretend we didn't
see each other next time, yeah?
- Absolutely crucifying
as always, mate.
- Yeah, whatever.
- Uh, look forward to seeing you.
- Yeah, like an illness.
- Don't get run over. Die.
- Okay. Die.
- Wanker!
- Wanker!
Friday night
after the club, yeah?
I got a hard-on,
so I ring one of them porn lines.
Hello?
Yeah. My name's... Bob.
I'm from, uh--
from West-- West London area.
What color drawers you got on?
I'm buzzing my tits off,
yeah? I'm f***ed.
I end up going off on these,
on these tangents...
about me life and me aspirations
and sh*t like that, you know?
It's like,
what are you doing?
Yeah, I'm a,
a b-business interpret-- Um--
Ul-Ultra-- I'm an ultrapren--
"Ultrapreneur."
Have you got brown nipples
or just like--
What? You wear all-- What,
you wear all black nail polish
and that, do ya? F***.
Next thing I know,
the old man's hitting me with,
"Who the hell you been
ringing in Taiwan, boy?"
- Who the hell
you been calling in Taiwan?
- Taiwan?
- That's what he said.
- F***ing hell.
Listen, 145 f***ing quid.
- F***ing hell!
- I'm f***ing telling you, man.
145 quid.
- Believe it.
- F***ing hell, Moff.
F***! [ Laughing ]
Fair play, mate, fair play.
That is the most expensive
wank I've ever heard of.
- F***'s sake, keep it down will ya?
- Sorry, sorry.
- Sorry.
- F***ing hell. Listen, listen, right.
What really took the piss was
she was more Cockney than me.
Now can you f***ing believe that, Jip?
Do you know what I mean?
Listen, now the old c*nt's
giving it--
Yeah, I know you're sorry.
Yeah, you will be sorry...
'cause if in seven days you
don't pay it off, I'm gonna
chuck you out, all right?
That's nice, Dad.
That is so nice.
You lie in bed all f***ing day.
You haven't had a job for over a year.
You don't have a girlfriend.
You're throwing your life away, boy!
And chucking me out
on the street, that's just what
I need at the moment, isn't it?
Don't give me that bollocks
about you're gonna throw me out
'cause it ain't even your house.
Ain't even my house?
Well, it won't be your house
in a f***ing week.
- No?
- You're 20 years of age,
for f***'s sake.
You really don't understand
at all, do you, eh?
I haven't got one friend
that actually enjoys their job.
Each one counts down
the days till Friday.
Dad, I'm not ready
to become that miserable.
- Matthew!
- Life's hard enough, for f***'s sake.
- I'm still researching.
- Everyone's gotta work, Matthew.
Don't you understand?
I'm unemployed full time.
- I ain't got enough hours
in the f***ing day.
- "Hours in the f***ing day?"
You ain't even here in the f***ing day.
And take this with you and all,
you f***ing little--
- Yeah? Bollocks!
I mean, how many times have I told you?
Get your own f***ing flat.
Get your own flat.
You need your own flat, man. Seriously.
It's a piece of piss.
You can get it on the Social.
Where am I gonna go,
for f***'s sake?
F***. I don't know.
What the f*** do you care?
As long as it's got a f***ing phone
line, it's all right, isn't it?
F*** off, you c*nt.
[ Jip Narrating ] I can't f***ing relax.
Glad to see I'm not alone.
I really want to lose my inhibitions.
You know, be able to talk to strangers.
Break the ice.
But I can't be arsed either.
I don't need this stress
on my night off.
Britain, chill the f*** out
and then show me how to do it.
I think it's time
for a new national anthem.
You know?
One I can relate to.
[ Jip Narrating ]
Yeah, well, maybe not.
[ Jip ] No, no, Moff, Moff. This is not
funny, man. Don't f*** about.
Look, I-- Look, I just don't understand.
I-I had it in here. I had it in here.
Have you left it
in the pub?
No, I didn't take me wallet out once.
I was paying with shrapnel in there.
That's why--
All right. Well, maybe
there are tickets on the door.
No way. No way.
Not tonight.
- F***. - I'm so sorry, Lu. I'm sorry.
- Look. Forget about it, it was a bad card.
I just wasn't meant to have it.
F***in' anticlimax.
This is not gonna happen, man.
No way is this gonna happen.
Okay, what's the-- What's the owner
of this club called?
- Peter.
- No, it's not Peter.
It's a Spanish name. Pablo.
Pablo Hassan.
No way, mate.
- Pablo Hassan.
- No, mate. Don't even think about it.
- No, sweetheart. You can't.
- No, seriously, right?
Ten minutes. If I'm not
back here in ten minutes,
I'll see you in there, right?
- Ten minutes, it's all right.
- Jip.
- Excuse me, mate.
- What?
I'm from Mix mag.
Got an appointment with Mr. Hassan.
- Jip, sweetheart, no.
It's not worth it.
- Go on, my son. Go on, my son.
- I'm a bit late, mate.
Do you know what I mean?
- Whoa.
- Oh, no. It's not worth it, man.
- Have a bit of faith.
I've got an appointment with your boss.
Can I go in, please?
- Pablo Hassan.
- Listen to me. This geezer's
never let me down yet.
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